As silly as it was, I was really beginning to get into this naughty nurse routine.
“You just lie back and let me take care of things.” I continued to stroke him, tenderly squeezing on each upstroke, and leaned over to give him a kiss. “I need to check your breathing as well,” I whispered, before sucking his bottom lip into my mouth.
He moaned as I worked my magic. His hips rose with each of my strokes and I could hear his heartbeat picking up speed. My heart, too, beat to the primal rhythm of passion, and my body ached to be touched as well. As if he’d read my mind, he brought his hand down between my legs for a little examination of his own.
I panted into his mouth as he slicked his finger through my wet folds. I tightened my grip and picked up the pace as well, stroking him harder and faster. He kissed me, tenderly at first, but as I slowly worked him into a frenzy, his animal aggression showed. When he nipped at my lips I knew he was getting close. I backed off and released my grip on him.
He whimpered.
“Your swelling appears to be worse than expected. We’re going to have to move to a more powerful procedure.”
“Please,” was all he could say.
I grinned ear to ear and hopped up on the bed and hovered over him. I loved hearing a man say that in the throes of passion. It added fuel to my own fire. I was hot and ready too, my body aching for him to complete me. And complete me he did.
He clutched my hips and pulled me down, spearing me. Together we let out sounds of pent-up frustration.
We were truly mates, made for each other. Together we were perfect. I felt it all the way down to my core.
I ground into him and clenched my muscles as I swirled and rocked my hips. I knew he loved this little move. His grip tightened on my hips as his eyes rolled back into his head.
It wouldn’t be long now. His swelling would definitely be gone … soon.
Aiden’s hips rose with me as I rode him all the way home.
We both needed a little rest and recuperation after, but I was confident that the patient would survive to see another day.
Chapter 11
“Rise and shine, you party animals.” Brady came to rouse us before the sun had even shown itself.
“Go away, I command it,” I groaned.
“You’re not officially an Alpha yet,” Brady snickered at me. “One final task remains before Aiden can take on the role as true Alpha, and you as his mate.”
“What more do we need to do? I turned, didn’t I? We’re good. Now let us sleep.”
Aiden grumbled and pulled the pillow over his head. I wished I’d thought of that.
“Besides, he still needs to heal.”
“Aiden’s healed plenty. At least, that’s the way it sounded last night.”
Blood rushed to my face. I hadn’t realized we’d been that loud.
“C’mon, you two.” He clapped his hands and rubbed them together like a villain with a plan. “You don’t want to miss your own wedding!”
“Wedding? Is this some kind of joke?”
“Okay, not a wedding wedding, but the wolf version of it. You two need to be officially mated.” Brady grinned. “Now get up. I’ve got the pack assembled, and they’re putting everything together as we speak.”
I nudged Aiden. “You’re his Alpha. Make him go away.”
Aiden groaned and peeked out from under the pillow. “Unfortunately, he’s right. I just wish he’d be right about this at a later time, like perhaps sundown.”
“Why wait? Besides, we want to take care of this issue now, don’t we?” Brady was a little too chipper about this whole thing.
“Have I mentioned how much I hate you right now?” I asked and rolled out of the bed. “Fine. What do you want me to do?”
I had to hand it to Brady—though I was still naked from the night before, he made no attempt to comment on it; in fact, he respectfully turned away to avoid looking at me au natural.
“Can you turn by yourself?” Brady asked.
I shrugged. “Haven’t tried yet.”
“Better have Aiden turn you then, and we can head out to Mating Hill.”
The more he talked about it, the cheesier it sounded. But I knew he was serious. These wolves had a damn ceremony for everything.
“And what am I supposed to do at mating hill?” I eyed Brady suspiciously.
“Oh, no. Not that!” he said, clearly understanding my tone. “You will officially accept each other as mates in front of the pack. That’s all. Sniffing, nuzzling, that sort of thing. No doggy style, that’s for later.” He winked.
“And I have to be a wolf for this?”
“Yep. At least for the start of it. Now hop to it.” He walked over to Aiden and yanked away his pillow. “Turn her, and let’s get to it.”
My second transformation went so much faster and felt almost natural, though the sensation of being in my new furry body was still quite novel.
“Damn! You’re a little fox.” Brady laughed.