Sage
Squinting at the bright light filtering in through the window, I rub my eyes, and a shiver runs up my spine as the tingling sensation from the mate bond ripples through me.
I can feel Andrei hovering over the top of me, his tongue runs across my ribs to the side of my breast. My back arches at the sensation as his hot tongue moves across my body, his fingers press against my skin firmly as he maneuvers me.
When his hand grips my elbow, I watch, amused, as he forces my arm above my head. His tongue runs across the inside of my arm from my elbow to just below my armpit.
I run my fingers through his hair, trying to get his attention as he doesn’t seem to realize I’m awake now. My fingers run through his thick locks, and he jumps, confirming my assumption that he hadn’t realized I am awake.
His voice could not be confused for anyone other than Donnie’s. His voice is raspier and deeper than Andrei’s as he pulls back and looks down at me, his knee presses between my thighs against my aching core, making me hiss.
“You’re awake. Sorry, I’m trying to be gentle,” he growls as his blackened eyes watch me while his hands gently caress my skin, patting me like I am his pet.
“Morning, Donnie,” I hiss while trying to sit up, but Donnie won’t move as he hovers above me, his body pressing mine back down into the bed.
Every muscle aches, and I am aware of the moist feeling of the sheets under me and the scent of blood in the air.
“Lay down,” he purrs, and I groan but do as he asks, loving the rumble vibrating from his chest.
Donnie continues fussing and petting my hair after a while. I know I have to get up, and I try to roll to get out from under him. The once-white sheets are a deep shade of pink and dark red.
“I have to get Jonah,” I tell him, but he shakes his head, pushing my shoulder back down and not allowing me to get up.
“You should rest,” he says, and my brows bunch together at his insistence.
“Where is Andrei? Did you block him out?” I ask Donnie, but he shakes his head before dipping his face into my neck.
Andrei’s stubble scratching against my skin makes me hiss and shiver. My skin is burning and tingling at the same time. I feel Donnie’s tongue run up my neck to my chin and shut my eyes, just giving in and letting him do whatever the heck he is doing – trying not to think of the throbbing in my core every time he presses against me. I am sore; everything is sore and stinging.
“Better?” Donnie mumbles against my lips before licking them. I chuckle at his odd behavior.
“Yes, so you can stop licking me now,” I tell him, wanting to find Jonah.
Sierra is sluggish as she presses forward to peer out my eyes before she growls, annoyed at something.
“Ah, he is still trying to heal us. He fucking makes me feel weaker, exerting his energy. We are fucking fine,” Sierra growls in my head.
I sigh, pushing Andrei’s face away, and Sierra wanders off where I can’t reach her to rest.
Donnie kisses the inside of my palm when I try to push his face away again.
“Bring Andrei back, Donnie; Sierra wants you to stop. You’re making her tired.” I tell him, and he whines, making me shake my head.
Seeing Andrei act more like a puppy than a human is rather entertaining. He exhales, quickly pecking at my lips, and I watch as his eyes fade from the black abyss to Andrei’s hypnotic gaze.
His entire body shudders, making me wonder how long Donnie has had control.
“Morning, love,” he says as he slides his arm under my waist and rolls off of me onto his back. Andrei pulls me on top of him. His arm is still draped across my lower back.
“Did Donnie lock you out?” I ask him, sitting up and making his arm fall off my back as I straddle him.
He lifts his head and places his arm behind his head as he stares up at me. “No, I gave him control; you were pretty banged up.”
Looking down, I take in the bloodstained sheets. “If it makes you feel any better, half of it is mine,” he says, and I stare at him, finally noticing the scars that litter his chest and arms.
Are they from me? Andrei chuckles at the horrified look on my face, and my face flushes at what I have done to him.
“Stop. I am fine. Donnie stopped my healing, but I wasn’t complaining. I’m fine, and I don’t mind wearing your marks,” he says, running his hand up my thigh. “However, you may be sore for a few days,” he says, and I notice the purple blotches covering my skin.
I can see the complete outlines of his hands on my thighs, making me lift my arms to examine them. I raise an eyebrow at him.
“Hey, you demanded harder. I gave you harder. Don’t blame me,” Andrei says with a cheeky grin. I roll my eyes at him.
“Jonah?” I ask.
“With Malik, Zane dropped him to Malik this morning. I already checked in with him,” he grins.
Yawning, I nod before laying back down and resting my head on his chest. His fingers gently trail up my spine while I enjoy his warmth and the deep purr vibrating from his chest. He seems to be in a good mood despite being exhausted, and I revel in his closeness, feeling content.
“Your scent has changed,” Andrei murmurs, making me lift my head to stare up at him. I can smell no changes in my scent.
“Well, I can’t smell anything besides blood, sex, and you,” I tell him.
“Donnie noticed it. That’s why he was trying to heal you, just in case he is right. He was also sensing you because he is a possessive bastard.” Andrei laughs, and I slap his arm, but he shrugs.
“So Donnie mistook it for real heat? Not a phantom one?” I ask.
I know deep down I have no chance of having kids. I have no ovaries, so it is impossible. I know Andrei knows that.
The doctor said I could have phantom heats, especially now that we have Jonah, but they wouldn’t be the real thing, just a coping mechanism of my wolf’s side not being able to have pups.
I feel like an idiot even asking because I know it isn’t possible, yet his words make me hope for some miracle, but I think already I hit my quota on blessings and wishes coming true.
I can’t ask for more than I have, I have everything I could hope for, and that is freedom to live, my mate, and Jonah.