Page 7 of Rust the Rejected
I shake my head. Obviously, I need another night at Club Sol & Mani if I’m getting horny over a hurt patient…
“Hello, I’m Dr. Ingolf, Dr. Moore,” I say, to continue my disrupted introduction. “Let’s get a look at your arm. Shall we?”
Her eyelids flutter open and the most soulful eyes I’ve ever seen peer at me. Air rushes from my lungs at the intensity of her onyx orbs—even while full of anguish.
Unconsciously, I rub my chest.
“P—Please… The pain.”
The nurse steps around me and raises a questioning eyebrow at me. I return my gaze to Dr. Moore.
“On a scale of one to five, how much pain—”
“Eight!”
“How well do you tolerate morphine, Dr. Moore?”
Her eyes close as she considers my question. Then she mutters under her breath and pins me with a fiery glare. Lightning flashes in the onyx depths.
“I’ve never had it. But give it to me. I’m a doctor, for goodness sake! I’ll prescribe it to myself if I have to! Ooooo…”
Her eyes squeeze shut as she sags against the upraised bed.
The nurse stifles a laugh at her snippy command and glances at me for approval.
My inner Alpha Dom bristles at her bratty behavior. But I ignore it since she’s in pain—and not the erotic kind. I give the nurse a nod to administer the medicine via IV drip, and he leaves the curtained area. I hold back the fact a doctor cannot self-prescribe a controlled substance to themselves in the state of Florida. No need to upset her further.
Instead, I stride to the X-ray reader on the wall and place the images on the glass surface, then flick on the light.
“Well,Dr.Moore, the nurse will administer the morphine. Meanwhile, I’ll explain the fracture to you and the next steps.”
Her eyes open, then narrow at the images. A gasp escapes her mouth as she scans the breaks in her arm bones. For a moment, her in-charge demeanor drops, replaced by a small, sad female.
My heart goes out to her. The urge to comfort coming from out of nowhere.
“You had a nasty fall. I’m sure it must shock you even as a doctor. But it’ll be all right, Natalie. I’ll help you,” I say as I offer her a comforting smile.
Her head jerks up to bring her gaze to where I tower over her at six feet, six inches. Gone is the vulnerability. Onyx daggers hurtle towards me as she sits up straight. Only a flicker of pain appears before she shutters her eyes.
“I do not need yourhelp, Doctor Ingolf. Your medical attention to my arm will suffice. So, get on with it,” she snaps. The curtain draws back, and the nurse steps through. His eyes dart between the two of us. She shifts her gaze to him, and her eyes drop to the morphine bag in his hand. Relief floods her face. “Thank you, nurse. There’s one step in my treatment.”
Well, fuck me.
My inner Alpha Dom gives me a dour face, and my wolf flicks his tail. Fine, two can play this game…
“Dr. Moore, I will reset the bones and place your arm in a soft cast to allow room for swelling. You will return tomorrow for a fiberglass cast worn during the healing period—typically twelve weeks. More than likely, you will require physical therapy to regain proper use of the limb. The option to see an orthopedist to further your care lies with you. Do you understand?”
She blinks at my dominance. I catch a glimpse of submissive behavior as her eyes lower in deference with a nod.
“Words, Dr. Moore. I will have your verbal response.”
This time, her mouth gapes as her eyes jump to my face. She studies me a moment. Emotions war in their dark depths—surprise, reluctance, confusion, finally irritation. Her chin lifts in the air. She scoffs.
“Yes, Dr. Ingolf.”
My cock twitches of its own accord. I do my best to ignore the instant desire to punish her for continued bratty behavior.
An erotic vision of her torso braced against the bed, hospital gown flipped over her back, bare ass exposed, and her feet spread wide emerges in my mind. My palm itches to spank her soundly. It lands on the fleshy portion of a round globe with a resounding THWACK. A warm crimson shade blooms around my hand as I hold the heat in. She tosses her mane of ink black hair with a swath of white and cries out in wild abandon as her arousal flares. A succession of spanks lifts her to dance on tiptoe. She pants as aromatic slick slides down her inner thighs from her dripping pink pussy to puddle on the floor—
