Page 19 of Stealing His Human

Letting out a moan of his own, Nedrick shoved his right hand between them. He barely managed to get his own dick out and point it toward the ground before his orgasm rolled through his system. It was a damn good thing he didn’t bother with underwear.

For the next several minutes, the only sounds filling the cave was the harsh breathing of them both trying to catch their breath.

Finally, Brett’s husky whisper broke the silence. “Did you just get off, too?”

Nedrick chuckled huskily. “Hell, yeah.” He pressed another sipping kiss to Brett’s neck. “You’re so fucking hot.”

When Brett didn’t reply, Nedrick decided not to make a big thing of it. He moved his right hand to Brett’s hip for balance before bringing his left hand to his mouth and licking away his mate’s seed, enjoying the slightly salty flavor. Once he’d gotten it all, he balanced his mate on his chest as he tucked himself away.

Returning his hands to Brett, Nedrick pulled his underwear back up and tucked away his mate’s prick. He pulled up his shorts and adjusted them on his hips. Carefully, he zipped and buttoned them.

After pecking another kiss to Brett’s neck, Nedrick urged his human to ease backward a few steps before helping him back to the ground close to a different section of the wall. He could see the flush on his mate’s features and scented the slight hint of embarrassment, but there was satisfaction in there as well. Plus, the heavy-lidded look on his new lover was sexy as hell.

Can’t wait to put that look there often.

From a side zipper pocket of the backpack, Nedrick extracted several single-packet wet naps. He opened one and quickly cleaned his hands and forearms. After opening a second, he cleaned Brett’s good hand before hesitating.

Meeting Brett’s gaze, Nedrick murmured, “I don’t want to hurt you.” He held up a new wet nap. “Do you want to carefully clean the hand on your hurt arm yourself? Or we can leave it for the doc.”

Brett met his gaze, although his expression appeared a little guarded. “Uh, I’ll clean it a little.”

Nedrick nodded, opened it, and handed it to him. As his mate did that, he grabbed a couple of single-dose packets of painkillers. There were a couple of varieties, and he held them up.

“Got a preference?” Nedrick asked. “Allergic to anything?”

Brett shook his head. “Naw.” Then he pointed at theibuprofenpacket.

Nedrick tore open two packets, figuring moving his mate out of the hole and down the mountain would need a double dose, and handed them to Brett. His mate tipped them into his mouth, and Nedrick offered him a bottle of water. Brett took it and used it to swallow the pills. Then his mate sighed, settled back against the wall, and continued to sip the water.

As Brett relaxed and Nedrick hoped the meds would kick in a little soon, he inspected the cuts and scrapes on Brett’s calves. He found a couple of abrasions that he cleaned up, earning a hiss and grunt from Brett, but other than a couple of scrapes and cuts, Nedrick thought his mate had ended up damn lucky.

“Sorry,” Nedrick murmured, glancing at his mate’s face. He was pleased to see a somewhat relaxed expression there with only a modicum of pain given away by the pinching of his brows. “I know I should have done this first, but—”

“But I needed to piss.” Brett flashed a small smile his way before his attention drifted away again. “It’s fine.”

Nodding again, Nedrick tucked everything away before sitting across from where Brett rested against the wall. “How are you feeling?”

As Brett inhaled deeply, his shoulders lifted. He let it out through pursed lips before focusing on Nedrick. A smirk curved up one side of his mouth.

“Not too bad, all things considered,” Brett told him. He roved his gaze over Nedrick’s face for a few seconds, his expression telling him that his mate was thinking. Then he scoffed quietly. “You got great hands.”

Unable to help himself, Nedrick grinned. “That’s not the only thing I have that’s great.”

Brett offered a small smile. “Oh, yeah?” he asked as a hint of pink began creeping up his neck. “What else is—”

Before Brett could finish, Preall hollered, “Guys? You ready to get out of there?”

Nedrick winked at Brett and whispered, “We’ll discuss this later.” Then he rose to his feet and shouted back, “Yup.”

Chapter Eight

Even with his teeth occasionally clenching from pain—ibuprofencould only do so much for a broken bone—Brett found himself impressed with the guys’ ingenuity.

They’d used a length of paracord that someone had had in their backpack to lash together a number of branches they’d gathered. Evidently, someone had also been carrying a foldable hand saw, so they’d been able to cut them into fairly uniform sizes. With them, they’d created a sort of hammock chair, complete with straps to attach to a pair of carrying poles.

Currently, four of the guys—Nedrick, Michel, Luther, and Preall—were carrying him down the mountain.

When Brett had been pulled out of the hole, Karissa had immediately run to him and tried to latch onto his arm as usual. Fortunately, Nedrick had been there to stop her. She’d demanded he get out of the way, but he’d held firm.

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