Page 25 of Borgaz

Fuck that hurt. She instinctively reached for her ankle and winced as soon as she made contact. She tried to stand, but as soon as she put any weight on her foot, a shooting pain ran through her leg and she collapsed back down. Tears of pain and frustration threatened, but she refused to give in to them, looking around for anything she could use to help bear her weight.

Instead she saw a huge red figure striding towards her. Thank God.

“Oh, fojii, what have you done to yourself?”

He spoke gruffly, the familiar frown on his face, but his big, warm hands were gentle as he examined the rapidly swelling ankle.

“I… I don’t think I can walk.”

“Do not even try,” he ordered and scooped her up in his arms, carrying her like an infant.

She was aware enough of his strength not to be surprised at the ease with which he carried her back to the house, and she tucked her head against his neck, breathing in his warm, familiar scent.Despite the throb of her ankle, the memory of their kisses had left her aroused and she couldn’t resist extending her tongue for a quick lick to see if he tasted as delicious as he smelled.

He growled, his step stuttering for a second.

“Do not distract me.”

“Sorry.”

Not sorry at all. In fact, she put her mouth back on his neck, sucking gently at the throbbing pulse, the same way he always did to her.

He tugged warningly on her braid, but that only added to the thrill. The ache between her legs was beginning to equal the ache in her ankle, especially when his chest vibrated against her and his tail came up to wrap around her waist. She clutched it as she kissed his neck again, harder this time, and he hissed.

“I will not warn you again, fojii.”

She hummed what might have been an assent as she moved higher, seeking the sensitive spot just below his ear and scraping her teeth against it. His pace increased, carrying her rapidly into the house and the small, informal sitting area. He placed her quickly but gently on the overstuffed couch and unwound her arms from around his neck before taking a step back and scowling at her.

She ignored it, smiling at his very obvious erection instead. Good. Now both of them were frustrated.

“You chose a poor time for games, little fojii.”

Crossing her arms over her chest, she returned his glare.

“I’m playing games? You’re the one who keeps kissing me and getting me all excited and then stopping.”

His expression changed, becoming so feral that her heart stuttered as she felt an answering heat surge between her legs. She took a quick, ragged breath, her hands clenching as she watched him stalk towards her. His eyes gleamed a brighter gold than she’d ever seen, his lips peeled back to reveal his fangs.

Her breath came in rapid pants as she waited, but then he brushed against her ankle and she couldn’t help crying out. His expression immediately changed to guilt.

“I will tend to your ankle.”

Dammit.She bit her lip as he gently removed her shoe and probed her ankle again before giving her a quick, reassuring smile.

“It is sprained rather than broken. I will bind it for you.”

He left briefly, returning with a roll of bandage and a jar of pungent smelling ointment.

“Where did that come from?” she asked suspiciously.

“I always carry a medical kit.”

Oh.She bit her lip and refrained from comment as he carefully rubbed the ointment over her ankle. A soothing warmth immediately began to penetrate, increasing when he wrapped the bandage tightly around the swollen flesh.

He gave a satisfied nod, then rose and left the room without another word. He was leaving her? I shouldn’t have teased him, she thought as she looked at the empty room. Despite all her insistence of being independent, she didn’t want to be alonenow. The combination of exhaustion from the morning’s work, the pain of her injury, and the frustration of her unsatisfied arousal was too much. A tear slid down her cheek, followed by another, then another.

By the time he returned carrying a tray, she was sobbing.

“Mary, what’s wrong? Is the pain worse?”

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