Page 88 of The Healer

Heat engulfed his chest, and he settled his gaze on Ilona. She had known before his arrival. Right, the business card. Watching as she gave blood, he couldn’t get over what had happened since his arrival. Callie had been right to urge him to get his ass over there.

Lona was his, was fulfilling his wildest dreams by moving to Inner City, and he had all the confidence she wouldn’t work at Heartstone, but at his laboratory, searching for the healing gene.

Her cause was noble, and maybe, this was the investment opportunity he’d been looking for. There was money to be made in healing, not that he planned to farm her cure to the highest bidder. Just enough to secure his…their pack’s future.

As they chatted around the microscope, he waited, running his gaze over Lona’s curves. Soon, he would have her beneath him, her moans serenading him, her cries and pleas urging him on, and her explosive orgasm drenching his cock with waves of heat.

He growled and offered the room his back to adjust his jeans again. It wasn’t helping, and with the humidity, he had discarded his jacket.

“Honestly, I can’t take you anywhere.” Lona looped an arm through his, and with a small cooler bag in hand, she waved at Evie. “I’ll text you when I arrive.”

“You better, and whatever you discover. Nice meeting you, Rhys.”

The lab door closed, but instead of heading for the exit, Lona dragged him into a room and locked the door.

“What—?”

“Doctor’s restroom.” She gestured to the bed in the corner, then toed off her sneakers and shimmied out of her jeans, taking her panties with it.

He groaned at the scent of her teasing him. Unbuttoning his jeans, he shoved them to his knees with his cock bobbing in eagerness. Scooping her off her feet, he pinned her to a wall, and thrust in, a growl tearing his vocal cords.

“So good.” He grunted, withdrawing to thrust again.

Her head bumped against the wall, so he shuffled forward to place his hand behind her. Then thrust again. She cried out, moaning and gasping when he gyrated his hips.

“Fuck, you’re breathtaking, Lona.”

He wanted to admire the woman in his arms but also wanted to experience every one of her scintillating mini orgasms rippling along his length. They increased in frequency, and her mewling hinted the big one was close. So was his, with his nipples hardening, sparking fireworks to shoot to his groin. His balls spasmed, sending shivers along the length of him.

He wanted her to come first. Withdrawing, he paused, then plunged in. She arched, her face flushed, her eyes rolled back, and she cried out. Sweet heat engulfed him, barreling him toward his release. He roared but smothered it by biting her shoulder.

The taste of her blood lanced across his tongue, and another orgasm shuddered through him. Stars burst across the backs of his eyelids. He opened his eyes to lose himself in her hazel gaze. His hips twitched with smaller explosions, but instead of releasing her, he kissed her, swiping his tongue over her bottom lip, teasing hers, tracing the caverns of her mouth. He couldn’t get enough of kissing her, of fucking her.

And now she was his, mated. His bear danced with joy, but sadness tainted Rhys’s heart.

Lunar, how would he tell her?

He pulled out, moaning at the loss of her softness. As he watched her dress while buttoning his jeans, he settled his gaze on her shoulder where a few red droplets stained her T-shirt. “I bit you. I’m sorry.”

She chuckled. “I didn’t mind. Kind of like it, surprisingly.”

Together, they left the hospital, and not ten minutes later, she opened the door to her apartment. Had he any control, he could have waited, and perhaps not drawn her blood.

Her home was in stark contrast to her parents’. The stacked boxes in the corner and the secondhand couch hinted at a life in transition. The green cactus was the one spot of color. He trailed her into her bedroom, placed the unfolded boxes against a wall, and stared out the window at the city skyline.

“It won’t take me long to pack. Want anything to eat? We can order in.”

He shook his head, then smiled at her. “The only thing I want to eat is you.”

She gasped, and pink splashed her cheeks again. “This is what the Lunar Fest is like? Every month?”

He nodded. “I handled it fine, but since meeting you, the urge to mate has me in its grip.”

“Mate.” She mouthed the word as if testing the way it rolled off her tongue. “Well, help yourself to anything you need.”

As she unfolded a box, he undid his boots, and sprawled on the bed, content to watch her dart across the bedroom.

He folded an arm under his head. “What about your lease?”

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