Page 13 of Captured By the Dragon Warrior
“I brought you some things,” Munni said and handed over a stack of clothes.
It was a partial uniform, just boots, pants, and a long vest, but it was a welcome relief after inflexible pants I’d borrowed from Quincy. I shook out my black pants and tried getting a foot into them.
Suddenly, Quincy was there and taking the pants from me. He stooped down and held them open so that I could step into them properly. As he stood and pulled them up, it took effort not to react to the slide of soft material and the gleam in his eyes. He was smirking at me as he slid the pants over my ass and let them snap at my waist.
I reached for him, but Quincy dropped to his knees to help me get on my boots. Glad he was in such wicked spirits after everything we had been through, I happily let him assist me.
“Well, that’s cool,” he said when the boots sealed themselves shut along the inside seam from my ankle to my knee. “Are these materials fire resistant?”
He said it casually enough, but I felt his unease anyway. “They are. Even our off-duty clothes are.”
Quincy nodded and held up the black tactical vest with its assortment of pockets and clips. I turned around and helped him position it on me, taking care to fit it around the sleeve. Before I could turn again, Quincy pressed up close behind me, his cock firm against the back of mythigh. He made a show of smoothing out the wrinkles in my vest before he moved away.
I whipped around, caught him to me, and kissed him passionately. That he could tease, laugh, flirt… My mate was a spectacular individual. I let him feel how my cock was trying to slide free of its pouch against his belly and flicked my tongue into his mouth. Quincy moaned wantonly.
“Ah-ah!” Revazi hollered. “Not in my infirmary!”
I lifted my head and realized, yes, this was the wrong place for such a demonstration. Turning Quincy around, I hustled him toward the door and into the corridor while calculating the fastest route to my quarters. But as I considered that, I realized that now was the time to explain everything to him. We were no longer being chased or attacked. We were safe and there was no reason not to discuss what was happening between us. I could only assume that keeping such information from him for too much longer would be disastrous to any long-term relationship.
Taking Quincy’s hand, I slowed my pace, and considered my words as I led him toward a lift.
“So,” he said, “is your arm going to grow back like a tiny little arm that gets bigger, or?—”
I recoiled from such an image. “No, absolutely not. It will extend as it rebuilds bone and muscle, forming the entire arm before hand and fingers. No tiny arm.”
He chuckled, sounding relieved. “Thank god. That was creeping me out.” He pointed, not touching but close. “And this covering that looks like scales is protecting you?”
“You saw what I looked like after the bullet wound healed—no scales, just bare flesh. It will be tender and only once the fingers finish forming will scales begin to regrow. This sleevewill expand as necessary and act as a layer of scales during the week-long process.”
“A week?” he asked in amazement. “Holy shit.”
I couldn’t help glancing down at his artificial leg as he walked with me out of the lift onto the military quarters deck. “I wish the nanobots could help you.”
He squeezed my hand. “Yeah, me, too. I’d like to take this thing off, actually, since I’ve been wearing it way too damn long, but I don’t mind it anymore. Me and Stumpy have an understanding nowadays.”
“Stumpy?”
“My leg. The stump.”
Before I could assure him that I wanted to acquaint myself with his partial leg stump, doors began opening along the corridor. My fellow Ceros, those who were on a different shift and should be sleeping now, were poking their heads out, smelling the air. No doubt the scent of blood had awoken them.
“All is well,” I assured them in Norlish. “Return to your beds.”
Slowly, they did, though their lingering curiosity was clear.
“Was I talking too loud?” Quincy whispered.
“No, they probably smelled the blood on you.”
He frowned up at me. “Just because I walked by?”
“Ceros have a very strong sense of smell.”
“Apparently.”
We walked to the end of the corridor and turned the corner, now entering the area where officers like myself were housed. The rooms were larger here, though having a mate meant I could request even more space for both of us. It wassomething to?—
“Rampon,” Quincy said seriously, “tell me the truth. If I’d left you where you were in that warehouse, would your people have sniffed you out and rescued you?”
