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“Thank you,” she smiled, “Now, I don’t want you to be upset when I apply this, okay?”
“Why would I be upset?”
“Cause I’m gonna scream bloody murder, but it will help me.I promise.”
“Noemi-”
“No hospitals.Just put me to bed if I pass out.Now, give me that towel please,” she nodded, sweat glistening on her forehead and cheeks amid the tearstains that told of her pain.
Fuck.He hated this.Hated that she was hurt, but her enormous faith in what she was doing was too strong to deny.He would do anything for her.Anything at all.So, he knelt beside her with a towel he grabbed from the stack of folded ones in the laundry basket near the cupboard.Rami tensed while she blotted the wound, wiping away the blood and water she’d used to try and clean it out.
“Wait,” he grumbled, moving behind her and lifting her gently onto his lap, “I got you now.Go ahead, put it on.I will hold you through it.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, and fresh tears spilled from her eyes, constricting his heart.
“Does it hurt already?”
“Not yet, it’s just, thank you.I am so glad you’re here,” she whispered closing her eyes.
Then she moved quickly, pulling the cork out of the wide-mouth jar, she stuck two fingers into the pungent smelling salve and smeared it across her abdomen whispering an incantation he could not quite make out.
The thick, tar-like substance sizzled and smoked, and Noemi arched her back, gritting her teeth against her scream until she could no longer hold it in.Rami could hardly bare it.He’d never had his mettle tested like this.
He wanted to rage, to shift, to hunt those motherfuckers down and tear their throats out.But Noemi needed him.He could get them later, she needed him now.And if it were a contest between his mate and the assholes who hurt her, she would win.Every.Single.Time.
Once the ointment stopped sizzling, Noemi slumped against him.His little Druid had passed out.But she was breathing steadily, and looking down, he saw her wound knitting itself closed even as he watched.
“Holy fucking hell,” he mumbled, holding her carefully, but firmly in his arms.
He never wanted to let go.But after fifteen minutes on the hard floor, he realized she needed to be more comfortable.Plus, he hated the blood-stained clothes she wore.
Those Wolves would pay.He would see to that.But first, he needed to tend his mate.
Mine, snarled the Lion.
Noemi woke up early.Or was it late?She blinked slowly as the events of last night came rushing back to her.
Damn Wolves had come back to steal something else from the store.They had no qualms with hurting her to get what they wanted, either.Savages!It was criminals like them that gave all supernaturals a bad rep.
“Hey there,” a familiar, deep voice rumbled from directly behind her, and Noemi’s mouth went dry.
“Rami,” she sighed his name and leaned back into his arms.
“You, okay?Here, have some water,roohi,” he sat up without jostling her, and she realized he was still nervous about hurting her.
“It’s okay,” she said, accepting the cool glass of liquid, “I’m all healed.”
“Healed?Really?”
“Yeah,” she lifted her shirt to prove it, and set the now empty glass down on the side table.
Rami’s dark gaze seemed to turn gold as he looked at her skin.There were three thin lines where the Wolf had torn into her.A small scar for all the damage they could have done.
“I’m sorry you were hurt,” he murmured and bent his head to kiss the injury, “so sorry,” he whispered over and over again, kissing Noemi’s belly, then her breasts, and finally her lips.
She moaned into his embrace.The Lion so much a part of him, she could feel his beast rumbling deep inside, knew what he wanted.To mate her, to claim her.And yes, Noemi wanted that too.
“Need you, Rami,” she whispered, tugging on his shirt.
