Page 31 of Ivy and the Deathstalkers

KC, who’s barely conscious, shakingly raises his hand, and brushes the tears away. “It'll take more than a little bullet to get rid of me. But just in case, can I have a kiss?”

She doesn't hesitate, she leans over him carefully and skims her lips across his as tears continue to fall down her face.

King doesn’t let her continue the gentleness for long. With strength I wouldn’t expect with how much blood he’s lost, he pulls her down on top of him and thrusts his tongue into her mouth.

I feel like I should be ashamed for watching, but I can’t take my eyes off them. I wedge myself between the front and back seats to give them some space, still holding the dressing to King’s wound. Ivy’s quick to give in, straddling him, and kissing him with everything she's got. As if her kiss alone could save him.

His arms wrap around her, pulling her flush to him. I manage to get my hand free as he crushes her to him even tighter. If my brother’s going to die, at least he’ll die happy.

I glance at my brother for a moment and swear his color is coming back. Reaching out, I feel his pulse on his neck.

I'll be damned, it's getting stronger.

Ivy pulls away from the kiss and stares at him and then me. King’s color turns ashen gray again and he coughs up a little blood.

“I don't know what you're doing to him, but his pulse was straightening out. I don't know how or why, but fucking keep kissing him. At least till we get back to the clubhouse where I have more medical equipment.”

For a second she looks like she's going to ask questions then she looks at King. She must notice the difference in his appearance because she dives in to kiss him again.

King’s color comes back as Ivy kisses him. I continue to check his pulse throughout the drive. Apparently, it’s pissing King off, because he growls at me. I snort. I don’t care how into the kiss he is. He still has a major bullet wound. I’m going to keep checking on him until I know for sure he’s fine.

Before I know it Beck calls out, “Five minutes, the sweetbutts have the medical area set up.”

We round the corner of the parking lot and into the clubhouse’s fenced in area. And when I turn to check on King again, he’s sitting up with Ivy grinding on his lap.

Son of a bitch.

King’s trying to rip her clothes off!

Once the car comes to a stop, he turns to me and snarls, “Out.” His voice is gravelly and his scorpion is close to the surface.

“Look fucker. If I don't get you inside, you're gonna die and bleed out here. If you ever want to fu… um have our mate properly, we need to get you inside now.”

“KC, he's right. We need to get you inside.” With the look of concern on Ivy's face, you wouldn't know they've only just met.

He growls, but nods. The door behind him is yanked open and he practically falls out of the door. Jax catches him before he gets far and Ivy bursts out laughing.

“Oops. Sorry,” Jax grimaces as he hefts KC up. Ivy scoots back and I take King’s legs, helping Jax get him out of the car.

King grunts and grumbles the entire way inside. We walk through the open doors to the triage area the ladies have set up. Several of them have gone to nursing school, and they start running towards us to help King as we set him down on a table. They don't get two feet from him when Ivy is there, shoving them back.

“Keep your fucking hands off what’s mine!” she snarls. Even in the situation that we’re in it gives me an instant hard-on. Fuck is she hot when she's pissed.

Vixen and Sasha jump back like they've been slapped. They’re not used to being told what to do by anybody besides the six of us. Guess they're going to have to get used to it. They run over and start helping a couple of the others that are carried in.

I get to work on King's wound with Ivy's help. We get him to lay down, and I cut his shirt off. When I pull the compound dressing off, I’m shocked to find it's now puckered almost toa scar. The bleeding has totally stopped. The gaping wound is almost gone. We heal fast, but not this fast. This is insane.

I look from him to Ivy and back again. King smiles. “I'd read that a matriarch could do this. But never would've believed it.”

We don’t have time to question him as his eyes flutter shut and he starts to snore.

Ivy gapes at him. “How…” I shrug because I have no clue.

“I guess when he wakes from his… Nap… we'll have to get him to explain what the fuck just happened to all of us.”

As we attempt to process what King said, Neo, Beck, DJ and Jax run over. “What the fuck is going on? Why aren't you working on King?” DJ snaps.

I shake my head to clear my thoughts and look at the VP. “He's fine… Basically healed from kissing her. He's… Sleeping.”

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