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“Get his cut and shirt off,” he tells Viking and Ryder.

I feel helpless as I watch. “What can I do?”

Priest says, “Stay right where you are, sweetheart. He’s going to need something nice to focus on if I’ve got to pluck out any bullets.”

Once Viking and Ryder get him out of his shirt and cut, the damage to Beast’s body is evident. A bullet wound to his left shoulder.

“Looks like the bullet went through tissue, not bone, so this should be easy,” Priest says.

“For fucking who?” Beast growls.

Priest pulls morphine into a syringe. “You should buy a lottery ticket, my friend. Two inches lower and it would’ve been lights out.” He jabs the needle into Beast’s skin. “This should do the trick.”

I wait for the opiate to take effect and for Beast to become relaxed and medicated. But Beast barely reacts.

Ryder hands him the bottle of whisky and Beast downs two large mouthfuls, his teeth gnashing together as the whisky burns through his chest. His beautiful lips glisten in the flickering glow of the candle as Priest gets to work and removes the bullet from his shoulder.

“Can’t you give him more pain relief?” I plead to Priest, as the pain registers on Beast’s face.

“Honey, I’ve given him enough to knock out a horse. Any more and it’d kill him.”

“I’m fine,” Beast groans. “Just get the fuck on with it.”

It takes a couple of minutes, but Priest finally gets the bullet out of Beast’s shoulder and drops it into a jar.

“You can put it with the others,” Priest says.

I raise an eyebrow. “Others?”

“He’s the president. It comes with the job.” He hands me the jar. “Come on, we’ll help get him up to your room.”

Candlelight flickersagainst the shadows in the room. His bed is soft and warm.

Settled into the pillows, he looks at me and I feel a warm sensation bloom in my chest. His eyes are beautiful, his lashes long and dark, and I realize I could spend the night looking into them. Lust throbs between my legs. When I lick my lips, his eyes follow my tongue.

I touch his arm, and his lips part, and I ache to kiss them. Desire flickers in his eyes, and his fists tighten on his thighs.

I ache to feel his lips on mine.

He grimaces as pain sweeps through his expression.

“I wish you’d let me take you to the hospital,” I say softly.

“I have everything I need right here,” he says as he takes my face in his giant hands and presses his warm mouth to mine.

Instinctively, my lips part and I groan as his tongue sweeps in, tasting me.

He moans and the sound is like catnip to my arousal. I drink in his kiss, every glide of his lips, every velvety touch of his tongue drenching my panties.

He pulls me onto him and the front of my panties brush the hard form of his ginormous cock, and I almost cry out at the sensation against my aching clit. I whimper into his kiss.

“Little one,” he groans desperately. “I want this more than you could know…but not like this.”

He winces, and I brush my lips to his. “I know, you need to rest. And I’m going to be right here next to you. If you need anything, tell me. Let me take care of you.”

He half growls, half groans, and the deep rumble sends lust blasting through me. But I slide off him and settle into the warmth beside him. I feel him relax and before I realize, I slip into a warm and contented sleep.

Sometime in themiddle of the night, I awaken. Beast is asleep beside me. He’s lying on his back, his naked body heavy with sleep.

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