Page 69 of Choosing Jenny
“Ahh.” I could feel her hand framing the wound and pinning me to the table. “The muscle is twitching from the nerve damage.”
She did something to me, and the pain came rushing in fast. A throaty growl came out of me without warning.
“Just another—”
Seconds later, white-hot agony stabbed through me, and I screamed. Then, it was gone, and there was nothing but relief. I exhaled a grateful breath.
Ode released my shoulder. “How is that?”
“It feels good.” I blinked, shocked that everything felt back to normal. “Really good.”
“Try moving around.”
I flexed my arm and shoulder up and down. “That’s amazing. What did you do?”
“What I do,” she said, and shrugged. “The tissue and nerves are now intact. Go ahead and sit up, and put your shirt on.”
I did as she said, without the slightest twinge of discomfort. It was as if I’d never been shot at all. “Can you do that for Longshot? Repair the tissue and nerves…”
She shook her head sadly. “The loss of his hand is a very different thing.”
“I thought it might be.”
“I sedated him, so you should wait until tomorrow to see him. And while you were face down, I got word that Sam was escorted to the dungeon beneath the manor. I believe she faces judgement tomorrow.”
I nodded, unsure of what to say to that, but knew Sam had to be held accountable in some way for her actions. “Thank you for fixing my shoulder, and well, everything else you do.”
She smiled. “Go on. I know you’re dying to see Mal and Tiger,” she said, clearly a mind reader, too. “Just take it easy on the shoulder. It’ll be tender and sore for the next two days—”
“You’re the best,” I blurted before I hurried out the infirmary and to Mal’s room, assuming that was where they would be.
I guessed it was two in the morning, and I should have been exhausted, but I I was suddenly hit with a surge of adrenaline. Flinging open the door, I hoped for a better night than the one that Mal and I had spent without Tiger.
Mal was on the bed, sitting up against the headboard. Tiger stood in the doorway of the bathroom, wet, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.
This is already a better night.
Both their faces lit up when they saw me, and Mal jumped up and reached me first. “Where were you shot?”
“Left shoulder, Ode healed it. Just have to be careful for two days.”
He smiled in relief, as Tiger passed him and kissed me. I tugged on the knot around his waist, and his towel fell to the floor. His erection pressed against my stomach and his tongue breached my lips. Mal must have stroked his tail, because he groaned into my mouth.
Tiger broke our kiss and mock glared at Mal. “That’s cheating. Wait your turn.”
It wasn’t his tail he was stroking. Mal’s hand was between Tiger’s legs, cupping his balls.
Mal smirked up at Tiger. “You think I wouldn’t cheat to win?”
“I wouldn’t put anything past you,” Tiger responded huskily.
Mal grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for a hungry kiss. The kind that stole my sanity and made my knees weak. Being so close to them both, I was enveloped by their scent and soon, their hands as they stripped away my clothes with slow, reverent movements, careful of my healing injury.
Then, Tiger scooped me up in his arms and carried me off to the bed.
“Hey,” Mal objected, still trying to get the last of his clothing off.
“You took too long.” Tiger grinned at him and set me on the mattress.
