Chapter 31
-DAX-
He was still fighting off the emotions that were going through him, and he was covered in a thin layer of sweat. He was thankful the windows hadn’t been opened yet, as Bea liked to do daily. He lifted the blanket and fanned it as best he could to relieve some heat.
That’s when he noticed that he had another problem. After such an erotic dream, it shouldn’t surprise him, but he was still hard and pressing against his cloth dressings. It was uncomfortable and embarrassing.
Frustrated, he pulled the blanket back up to his chin and stared out the window. Her face as she lay under him drifted through his mind, and he gasped.
He wasn’t sure why he knew what she looked like under her scars, but he did. He remembered very clearly that she had an adorable mole and a button nose. Her lips were heart–shaped and curved easily into a smile.
How do I know that? He was in the middle of trying to remember where he’d seen her before when the door opened. His gaze flew to the opening doors, and when he saw that it was Bea with a new plate of breakfast, he instantly closed his eyes, pretending to sleep.
There was no way he could look at her right now without growing red or thinking about the things they did in his dream.
Quietly, she set the serving tray on his dresser and opened one window. She’d said that the air circulation would help in his healing, and he really couldn’t argue with that. He’d grown stronger much faster than he thought possible without the aid of transitioning to his Wolf.
She’d walked over and sat down in the chair before calling his name. “Dax.” The smoothness of her voice caused him to harden further. Damn this thing! GO AWAY! Think of other things.
He recalled times when he was out hunting and skinning animals. Sitting on his grandmother’s lap. The street gutters that ran through his father’s city. Anything to stop this embarrassment, but it was to no avail because the moment she said his name again, he was transported back to the creek, and she moaned his name while climaxing.
Angrily, he opened his eyes and glared at her. “What?”
Her eyes grew wide, and her half–scared mouth opened in startlement. “I… I’ve brought breakfast. You need to eat to continue healing properly. I’m sorry… to wake you.”
Once again, he was being a jerk to her, and she had done nothing to deserve it. He took a breath to calm himself while praying to the Goddess for help. “It’s okay.” He said, finally. “What did you make today? I’d also like to hear
pre about the Market.” His tone was still sharp, so he added, “Please?”
She’d made an oat porridge with orange slices. She no longer tried feeding him, and while it was empowering to be able to feed himself again, he missed her focused attention.
He’d just taken a bite when she said, “There’s a doctor in town. He’s the one who helped me find all of your new
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treatments. Thankfully, he was willing to show me some exercises too, to get strength back into your legs.” Her cheeks brightened to a pretty shade of pink.
Jealousy raced through his blood. He wasn’t going to deny it anymore. “You’re not to go to the market again.” He paused to take another bite, but instead, he continued, “And you’re not to see this… Doctor again, either.”
“Oh.” She turned her head to look out the window, and he couldn’t stop his gaze from watching the side of her neck as she was turned. How soft it had been under his lips.
Damnit! He closed his eyes briefly in between bites, once again trying to repeat the most unattractive things that he could think of. “Go on. What happened next?”
Her eyes came back to him, but she continued to maintain the small frown that had appeared earlier. “Well, nothing really. I purchased the things Dr. Ashe suggested and made my way back here.”
Once again, jealousy hit him hard, and he lost his appetite. Whatever relationship that was growing between them, he had to admit to himself that he was growing emotionally attached to his little slave. Wife! he chastised himself. She was his wife, not his slave.
“I’ve decided.” He interrupted her when she began to talk again, silencing her abruptly. “You’re my wife. You’re no longer a slave. I’ll not have my wife thinking she’s still a slave. That means she shouldn’t be acting like one either. Besides-” A grimace crossed his face before he continued in a quieter voice, “Nothing in my home will have that woman attached to it.”
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