Page 74 of Dark Wolf Soul
“Down there.”
He points at the cabinet beneath the sink, and I rummage through until I find the First Aid kit. The longer it takes, the more frantic I become. Fumbling for bandages and ointment, I nearly drop them all, thanks to my trembling fingers.
“Lexi.” Grey’s voice, though gentle, is sharp enough to make me still as I look up. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”
For some reason, his reassurance pisses me off.
“You’renotokay,” I say hotly as I go back to ripping the bandages open harder than necessary. “What your father just did to you is barbaric.”
“Well then, it fits since that’s what we are.”
“You’re wolves. That doesn’t mean you have to be inhumane.”
He looks up at me, his expression twisting sardonically. “To be humane, you’d have to be an actual human first.”
“Are you really arguing semantics while you bleed out into your father’s bathtub?”
He glances over to see his blood trailing into the white porcelain. “This is my tub,” he says, which is the least of any problems I’ve pointed out.
I roll my eyes and step closer, ready with the alcohol and gauze. He looks at me, and I don’t bother trying to sugarcoat anything.
“This is going to hurt,” I tell him quietly.
“I’m already hurt,” he mutters.
The moment I press the alcohol-soaked pad against his skin, his whole body jerks. “Fuck,” he says loudly.
“I told you,” I mutter.
He goes silent, and I look up to see him giving me a wry look. “Your bedside manner is a little rough around the edges, nurse.”
“Maybe it’s because my patient is a stubborn wiseass.”
His lips twitch. “Maybe.”
I move to the next gash along his shoulder and pause there. “Ready?”
“Do it.”
He lets loose another sharp hiss but without the cursing. I do it twice more, relieved to see the gashes aren’t bleeding as much as they were before.
“Maybe your wolf healing is helping you after all,” I say.
He looks down at the gash on his leg with a frown. “I’ve been trying to force it to come back to me since that asshole left, but I think this is as good as it’ll get.”
“I can bandage these with gauze, but that’s as good as I can get, too,” I tell him as I start bandaging and taping everything up.
When I’m done, I toss all the trash and stand. Grey stands too, and the towel he had draped over his lap falls to the floor. Now that he’s not bleeding out, I can’t help but notice the perfectly shaped V that points like an arrow to his very impressive cock.
He doesn’t move to cover himself either. Instead, he simply waits, watching me as I drink him in.
My breath catches.
This isn’t about bandages anymore.
This is Grey wanting me to see him.
Dragging my gaze back to his, I note the heavy-lidded stare he gives me, and my core tightens with how much I want to feel him touch me.
