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“I need to get you to a hospital,” I say as she immediately protests, shaking her head.

“I don’t have insurance, Havoc. It’ll be so expensive to get seen at the ER and I’ll be even more in debt!” She sobs, collapsing into my body again.

“I can patch you up, babe. But it won’t be pretty. These bull hands were only made to finesse pussy, not stitches,” I say,completely serious before red let’s a bubble of laughter escape her lips.

“Please, cookie,” she says with the most adorable pleading expression on her face.

“Cookie?” I ask, taken aback. She bites her bottom lip, her cheeks turning as red as half her hair is.

“Fuck. That’s what I call you in my head. But if I’m being truthful, I’ve wanted to say it to your face for forever,” Tess says with an embarrassed smirk. Gods, do not get a stiffy right now Havoc. Do not, I repeat,do notget a hard-on.

“Fuck, I’m your fucking cookie then, red.”

“Yeah?” she says breathlessly as I nod.

“But I’m a little fucked up at the moment with you bleeding all over the place. Let me take you upstairs so I can patch you up, babe.”

“Havoc, I’m scared,” she whispers again, her fingers digging into my sides and gripping my hair.

“Me too, babe. I’m a mess seeing you like this,” I reply. Before she can protest, I scoop her up into my arms by throwing her own around my neck and securing my forearm under her perfect ass. I use my hand behind her back to hold her injured side.

It takes some finessing, but the hand under her juicy butt is able to open the door enough for me to wedge our bodies between it and finally escape. “Move the fuck out of the way!” I bellow to all the bulls on the other side. Without any hesitation or questions, the sea of minotaurs parts as I walk my girl and myself through it. There’s an unnatural quiet that follows the stares of the bulls as we march through the crowd. They can smell red’s blood. The deep shameful energy that follows makes me feel somewhat satisfied. Despite their fucking bullshit behavior most nights, I know these males hold a great affection for Tess. They don’t want to see her hurt anymore than I do.

I can feel Tess shaking as I carry her up the set of stairs that leads to the small apartment above the bar. She must be in a ton of pain. I’m able to unlock the door, getting her inside to a more secluded, quiet place, even if it’s clunky as hell as I do it. I set her down on the island in the kitchen, immediately grabbing a bottle of Jack for her. “Drink up, red. This shit is gonna hurt.”

Chapter Ten: Tess

I grab the bottle and down a healthy gulp of whiskey as Havoc disappears to find supplies to stitch up my wound. I’ve never had something like this happen to me. Sure, I’ve scraped my knees countless times, the odd sliced finger while cooking. But being almost gutted by a minotaur horn while on the job? Hell no. This is extremely new territory. And now my hot ass boss is about to fix me up because I’m uninsured and not about to rack up an ER bill that shatters any monetary progress I’ve made.

“Keep working on that bottle, red,” Havoc says quietly as I nod and obey. “You alright with me slipping your shirt off?”

Call me a wounded idiot but I didn’t even think about that and now my fucking pussy is heating at the thought of stripping for this sexy bull. He looks down at my clenched thighs and a low growl leaves his throat, his fingers clenching the island beneath me, caging me in. He looks at me hungrily, nose to nose with me.

“Take it off,” I reply breathily as he helps me try to lift my arms. I cry out in pain, my side protesting angrily at the movement.

“Fuck it. Hope you aren’t attached to this shirt. I’m cutting it off, babe.” I nod, not even caring. He grabs a pair of scissors and begins to cut me out of my top. I feel my nipples harden beneath my bra as he works it off my body. “Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect,” Havoc mumbles to himself under his breath.

“Really?” I ask stupidly. I know he’s attracted to me, and I know I’m attractive. I’ve been a plethora of different sizes throughout my life. Small and slender and now what I currently am, which is curvy and sexily busty. I decided one day I was going to love myself despite the number on the scale or the sizeof my clothing and ever fucking since, I’ve been a happy bitch. That doesn’t mean I don’t like to hear this mammoth minotaur relaying his attraction to me. “Tell me I’m pretty,” I demand, grabbing his crop top in the center of his chest and pulling it taut.

“You’re more than pretty, Tess. You’re fucking gorgeous.” He places his hand on the side of my neck and holds me steady as I gaze up into his eyes. I take another swig of the Jack.

“Again,” I demand as he smirks, a small snort leaving his black snout.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, babe.” He kisses the side of my neck he isn’t touching. I moan feebly, my eyelids fluttering closed.

“Take my bra off, Havoc.” My tone leaves no room for argument. He leans back, his eyes raking over my tits before he complies. My heavy breasts spill out gratefully, sitting on top of my soft stomach rolls as Havoc puffs air out of his muzzle. It’s so primal and animalistic. I can feel myself getting wetter as he snorts a few more times.

“I can fucking smell your arousal, red,” he says as he leans me back on the island. He lightly smacks my hand with the bottle and urges me to drink more. I do, grunting out loud at the burn of the alcohol. I have no chaser. I never needed one. “You even drink sexy. Fuck, you’re trouble.”

“Havoc!” I say urgently as he begins to pick up the tools he’s going to use on me.

“Hey,shh. It’s ok, Tess. Take a deep breath,” he soothes as my eyes begin to tear up again.

“I’m so fucking scared,” I whimper as he nods and places a gentle kiss to my brow. I chase his warm snout with my head, leaning into his soft nose. “I’m so fucking scared,” I repeat even softer, the tears falling down the side of my face.

“I’m going to take care of you. I can’t promise it won’t hurt, but I’ll make it worth your while if you’re a brave babe for me,” he says gently.

“How?” My jaw is trembling as I brace myself for the stitches. I can hear my teeth chattering incessantly.