Page 36 of Huntress and the Thorn Court
He crawled out of bed. Curiously, I watched him as he headed to the bathroom only to return with ointment and a bandage. “We should tend to it so you don’t scar.”
I laid there on my side letting him do as he wanted. Covers hadn’t been necessary when I had him and his ungodly high temperature keeping me warm. Occasionally I’d watch his eyes drift over my naked form.
“It makes sense now why the wolf wasn’t riding me this morning,” he said as he dabbed at the wound.
“So sex wasn’t necessary?”
“Oh it was necessary. I woke up next to a naked, beautiful woman who I enjoy fucking.”
“You think I’m beautiful?” I smiled wickedly.
He rolled his eyes ignoring my comment. “Figures him finally getting laid would chill him out.”
“Finally?” That piqued my interest. “So he’d never…”
Gideon shrugged nonchalantly. “What can I say, he’s a picky bastard. He’s had his choice of she-wolves and he chooses a huntress.”
“Wow,” I sneered. The way he said the word huntress was with such disdain. Was I really so horrible a choice for his wolf to make?
He balked at me confused. “Isabel I meant that as a compliment.”
“It sure sounded like it.” Climbing out of bed I started gathering my clothes. “This has been fun, but I think I’m going to go.”
“Isabel,” he called out drawing my attention to him. I stood there waiting for him to say something. “You should probably take a shower before you go.”
That was it? Pursing my lips, I nodded. If I hadn’t been worried about being discovered, I’d have told him to fuck off.
As I enjoyed the hot spray washing all the evidence of what had transpired the night before and that morning, minus the wound on my neck, I was jolted from my serenity by loud voices coming from the room.
“Her!” A woman yelled. It took me a moment to realize it was Carla. “I can smell the little bitch on you. I can’t believe you mated h—” her words were cut off suddenly. I slipped from the shower, leaving the water on so no one would be alerted. Cracking the door, I glimpsed Gideon pinning Carla to the wall blocking her air supply with his grip. The aggression stunned me a bit. Werewolves handled things a bit more combatively, but Gideon had been sleeping with her just weeks ago. It surprised me that he held no remorse for her.
“You will not utter a word about anything you learned here to anyone. Am I clear?”
Carla turned red and I didn’t think it was from the lack of air. She was beyond pissed. She nodded curtly. When he released her, she muttered, “Her, Gideon?”
“Not a word, Carla; or a letter, a picture, text. You will not communicate it.”
“If you’re that ashamed…” she began.
“I’m not. As long as she’s here, you’ll be relieved of your duties to me.”
“Gideon,” she paled.
“Go. This is my space and you were not invited here.”
Gritting her teeth, she shot daggers at me somehow knowing I was watching. Gideon escorted her out the door then slammed it behind her.
“Gideon?” I whispered, cracking the door wider.
“She won’t say anything. She can’t.”
“How are you so sure?”
“I gave her an order and she has to follow it.”
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“Isabel?”
