Page 78 of Savage Union

“Oh, Turk…” She looked at me, her big amber eyes filled with gratitude. “Thank you. I…I feel so much better now. Only…”

“Only what?” I asked guardedly. What else could she ask me to do?

But after a moment of nibbling her lip, Jessina shook her head.

“Never mind, I’m much better now—really I am.”

“Well…if you’re sure…” I started to get up off the bed, where I had been sitting as I leaned over her to suck her nipples. But again, she reached for me.

“Please—don’t leave me!” she begged. “I think…think being away from you makes it worse. Please, Turk—sleep with me tonight.”

I sighed and ran a hand over my horns. On one hand, I really shouldn’t—what I had done was already forbidden enough. But on the other hand, I didn’t want her to get sick again. Sucking the nectar out of her breasts seemed to have helped a lot—even her feverish skin felt cooler. And what if she got sick again in the middle of the night and I wasn’t there to help her?

You mean what if you’re not here to suck her nipples,whispered an accusing little voice in the back of my head. But it was right—if I wasn’t here to suck them if her breasts filled again, who knew what might happen to her?

“All right,” I said reluctantly. “But let’s get you cleaned up and changed first—you’re all sticky.”

“I know. I’m sorry,” she murmured. “I couldn’t help it…they just kept leaking.”

“I know, little bird. It’s all right—I’ll get you all clean,” I promised her.

Then I slipped my arms under her and lifted her. There was too much of the honeysuckle nectar everywhere—I needed to get her into a shower and then change the sheets on the bed.

Of course that meant seeing her naked, but I told myself I’d already done that, back when she was pretending to be “Cass.” Of coursethenshe’d had a Synth field around her that made her look male. This time I’d be seeing the real Jessina—with everything on display.

I pushed the lecherous thoughts out of my head. I wasn’t here to fucking perv on her—I just needed to get her cleaned up and comfortable so she could rest.

Keeping that firmly in mind, I carried her into the bathroom.

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JESSINA

Iwas still half-delirious when Turk stood me up in the shower and turned it on. Lukewarm water sprayed my naked body—Turk had stripped my shirt off—and I swayed on my feet.

“Hey, whoa, baby!” his deep voice rumbled in my ear. And then he was joining me in the small shower stall and putting his hands on my waist to steady me.

“Sorry,” I muttered, putting my arms around his neck. “Just…kinda dizzy.”

“I can tell that,” he murmured. “Come on—turn towards the water so we can wash you off. Here—let me help you.”

He turned both of us so that water was splashing on my bare body and his half-dressed one. He still had on a pair of the long black sleep trousers he wore and they were getting drenched.

Turk didn’t seem to notice or care. He simply rubbed his big hands up and down my sides and under my breasts to clean off the sticky nectar that had collected there.

His hands on me felt good, but I knew they could feel better. I could tell he was trying not to touch me too much—or in too intimate an area—but I was on fire for him! I wanted more—muchmore—that he was apparently willing to give.

“Please, Turk, could you wash my breasts too?” I begged softly. “I’m so sticky everywhere.”

“Well…” He hesitated a moment but I guess he figured that since he’d already sucked them, it couldn’t hurt to handle them and wash them as well. Reaching around from behind me, he cupped my breasts in his big hands and began to rub and massage as the warm water rained down on me.

“Mmm, thank you,” I moaned softly. “My nipples too—but be careful! They’re still really tender.”

“I’ll be gentle with you, baby,” he growled softly and I felt him tugging very lightly on my tight tips and then rubbing them as the water sprayed me.

“Ohhh, Turk!” I moaned, writhing against him. I pushed my ass back against his crotch and felt something hot and hard pressing back at me. So, thiswasturning him on—he wasn’t just helping me out of the goodness of his heart. If only he would believe he was my Fated Mate—if only he could understand that we belonged together!

“Gods, Jessina!” He took a slight step back, obviously trying to put some space between us, but I stumbled and nearly fell. “Whoa! Hold on—I’ve got you!” Hastily, he stepped back up, putting his front firmly against my back to give me support.

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