Page 44 of Fractured Constellations
“Much appreciated, Mr. Banks,” Patty says with a wide smile. “I shall pass that on, and I’m sure someone will be in touch.” She turns to look at me, her eyes soft. “How are you feeling this morning, Luna?”
I sigh, Thorn and Chase getting off the bed, though I don’t miss the way they try to discreetly adjust themselves. “Like shit warmed up, to be honest.”
Blade doesn’t move, just pulls me closer, which I’m grateful for, because although I know I need to get up—to use the toilet, if nothing else—I’m not ready to face the final day of treatment yet.
Patty’s face softens further. “Well, at least this is the last day, then you’ll get to go home for a while.” She wheels the trolley over, and Blade finally relents, getting out of bed and helping me to sit up by propping pillows at my back. I miss his warmth immediately, my lips turning into a frown, but then Thorn is by my side on the bed, practically wrapping himself around melike a koala bear. “Let’s get these bloods taken, then you can get ready for the day and have some breakfast, okay?”
“I asked my hen to count her eggs,” Thorn says, and I can already feel my lips tugging up as I prepare for the terrible joke. “Now she’s a mathmachicken!”
“Oh my god!” I laugh, Patty joining in. “That was… I have no words.”
“All done. I’ll be back with the results in a bit,” Patty says, and I’m surprised I barely felt it, too distracted by Thorn’s awful joke.
“Come on, Goldilocks, let’s get you showered,” Blade tells me, helping me out of bed once Thorn has unwrapped himself.
I swallow down the nausea that leaves me feeling dizzy when I stand up, and catch Chase’s concerned gaze.
“Are you okay, Star?” he asks, Blade’s hand tightening over mine where I’m gripping his muscular arm.
“I’m fine,” I say automatically, breathing through my nose as the nausea passes.
Chase studies my face. “Of course you are.” Four words that acknowledge my lie while respecting my need to tell it, and I think I fall for him harder for allowing me it. “I’ve got breakfast on the way, it should be here by the time you finish getting ready.”
“Thank you,” I reply, my chest tight with just how much I’m grateful for when it comes to these guys.
Blade leads me into the bathroom, turning his back and starting the shower as I go to the toilet. I tried to tell him on the first day I could manage without interference, that I could piss alone, but he just raised his brow, crossed those gorgeous arms of his, and leaned against the counter.Fucking caveman.
Finishing up, I head to the sink to wash my hands and pull up short when I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror.
The girl staring back at me looks half dead already with sunken cheeks and dark circles under her eyes, which are a dull,washed-out blue. Her blonde curls are like a bird’s nest, brittle as twigs and definitely thinner.
Strong arms wrap themselves around me from behind, Blade locking eyes with me in the mirror. He’s such a contrast, full of life and so fucking alive compared to my one foot in the grave.
“Don’t,” he orders in a sharp tone. “Don’t think you are anything but exquisite.”
“How can you say that?” I ask, my voice choked as I push the words past the lump in my throat. “Look at me, Blade.”
“I am fucking looking,” he snarls, anger lacing his tone as one arm unwinds and grabs my chin, forcing me to look at myself. “All I do is look at you, Princess.” I open my mouth to say something back, but then his hips flex, and I feel his hard-on pressing against my lower back. “I think you need a reminder of how fucking gorgeous you are.”
“I’m too tired, Blade,” I murmur, tears stinging my eyes, but he turns me, careful of my IV drip as he backs me towards the counter.
“Don’t fucking care,” he rumbles, pushing my sleep shorts down, then dipping down to pick me up under my thighs. I hiss when my skin makes contact with the cold countertop, but before I can call him out, he’s sinking inside me, his cock stretching and burning me where I’m not quite ready for him. “You make me fucking wild for you, Goldilocks. I’m like a fucking animal, and need inside you more than I need to breathe.”
A deep moan falls from my lips as he punches his hips deep, then pulls out and repeats the move, leaving me clinging to him and gasping.
“Blade…” I groan, my head falling to his wide shoulder as he keeps up his punishing pace. I wasn’t lying, I’m too tired to take an active part in this, regardless of how much I want to.
“That’s it, Princess. Just take my big cock in that sweet pussy. Let Daddy all the way in.”
Fuck. His words set me alight, more than the chemo has in the past two days, and even though I’m bone-weary and wrung out, my body gives him what he wants. In a matter of moments, I’m coming with a low moan of ecstasy.
“Good. Fucking. Girl,” he pants, each word accompanying a deep thrust before he stills while he’s buried inside me, filling me with his cum. “Never doubt how much I fucking want you, regardless of what you see in the mirror.”
He holds me close, the sound of the shower falling in the background as I give in to the tears that were pricking my eyes as soon as I saw my reflection. I needed this, for him to show me that he still finds me attractive in the most primal way.
It doesn’t surprise me that Blade knew that even before I did and wasn’t afraid to show me, to not treat me like something breakable, but something he desires with a ferocious need.
“Let’s get you cleaned up. Chase will have my balls if he doesn’t feed you soon,” Blade tells me, pulling out with a manly groan.
