Page 53 of Grave Possession

“Can you grab me some pants, and the first aid kit?” Nox asks.

“You don’t want to go to the hospital?”

“Uhh, no. I’m going to tell you what to do, and you’re going to play doctor.”

“I don’t think so!”

“Mallory, these are important life skills. And I can’t bend that way to give myself stitches.”

“Stitches!?” I exclaim.

“Yes, baby. Your thick ceramic plates are fucking sharp.”

Knowing he usually gets his way, I reluctantly accept my fate. Gesturing to his foot, “Show me,” I say.

He lifts his foot, and the skin is barely hanging on. Oddly, I’m not at all squeamish, but he’s going to have to go to the hospital unless he wants the soles of his feet looking like The Texas Chainsaw Massacre’s face.

“Other one,” I say. He drops the first foot and lifts the other, it’s got a gash but not near as bad. “Nope,” I counter, popping the ‘p’ sound. “We are going to the hospital.”

“Mallory,” he growls.

“Be a good boy for me, and I’ll get you a milkshake. Kay? Now, let’s go.” His eyes darken, and he palms his dick. “Really? Now?!”

“You’re sexy. I can’t help it,” he replies sheepishly.

“Okay, well, do as you’re told, and maybe you’ll get something special when we get home.” I wiggle my eyebrows and he laughs.

“You just want to drive my truck.”

“Maybe…” I smirk. I can’t deny it’s something I’ve wanted since I first saw it, so…it’s fucking happening.

“You still need to wrap my foot up before we go so blood doesn’t get all over the interior.”

“Yes, sir.” He grips his cock again, and I roll my eyes. “I’m going to put clothes on.”

“But if all the blood is in my dick then my foot won’t bleed as much!” he hollers.

His outrageous fit of laughter follows me out of thebathroom and down the hall to our shared bedroom. At least his sense of humour is still intact after everything.

Chapter Thirty-seven

Graves

“You’re so beautiful,” I slur, laying my head in her lap as we cruise down the highway towards our house.

“And you’re high as a kite,” Mallory replies.

“Doesn’t make my statement any less true.”

We were in and out of the emergency department pretty quick, the clinic near empty in the middle of the night. Mallory’s fingers pass through my hair, the repetitive motion soothing, lulling me into contentment along with the vibrations of the truck.

“Nox?”

“Yeah, babe?” I murmur, snuggling into Mallory’s thigh while she continues to play with my hair, twirling the longer strands around her finger.

“He raped me,” she whispers.

“I know.”

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