Her fingers curled around his shaft and gave him a gentle squeeze. Fear didn’t show on her face as she watched him but her smile did fade. He realized his mouth was parted enough to flash his fangs at her. He closed his mouth.

“Easy, baby,” she crooned. “And don’t move.” She glanced at his injured leg. “I missed you.” Their gazes met. “Tell me no and I’ll stop. Otherwise, just enjoy. I know you’re on edge and the drugs are making you prone to violence. You said you wouldn’t hurt me and I believe that. I’ll ignore the scary sounds.”

Her other hand slid into the waist of his shorts and tugged as she bent forward. The feel of her freeing his dick from the cotton nearly made him lunge at her. He wanted to knock her flat, tear off her towel and f**k her. He sniffed to test if she was aroused enough to take him but the stench of burning wood and gasoline still choked his sense of smell.

Hot breath fanned his c**k as she bent over him, her wet hair falling as her head turned until he couldn’t see her eyes. The feel of her hot little tongue licking at the crown of his dick made him throw back his head and he clawed at the bedding instead of her. Another snarl tore from him, despite trying to hold it back.

She didn’t stop at the sound but instead her lips surrounded the tip of his c**k and she took inches of it inside her wet mouth. He nearly came when she moved slowly on him, sucking, forcing pure pleasure to take hold of him.

“Zandy,” he snarled.

She eased up until her lips nearly left him but she didn’t stop. Her fingers gripped the base of his c**k and stroked him as she worked it closer to the back of her throat. Every stroke of her mouth drove him insane with ecstasy. Her hand gripping the shorts tugged and he managed to lift his ass off the bed to help her when she pulled the shorts down until they were tangled on his upper thighs and freed his c**k completely.

The moans she made sent vibrations right to his balls. He bit his lip hard to hold back the sounds he wanted to make but it made breathing difficult as he panted through his nose. She had barely begun and he was already ready to blow.

“Fuck,” he snarled. “I’m coming.”

Her mouth eased off him and both hands gripped his c**k as she jacked him off, remembering the warning about how strong his se**n released from his body. She did something then that really sent him over the edge. Her towel had loosened and she leaned over him more until the crown of his c**k rubbed between her br**sts, nestled between the soft mounds.

He roared as his body seized, marking her with his se**n, making her br**sts slick as she rubbed against him to blow what was left of his mind. He shook from how hard he came.

She stopped stroking him and he gasped for breath. His eyes were closed, his head tilted back and the bed moved. The feel of a damp cotton towel made him shiver as Zandy gently cleaned his cock. It wasn’t until she curled up against him again and a blanket was pulled up over his lap that he forced his chin to lower. Their gazes met.

Her lips beckoned to him and he reached for her, cupping her cheek. “I’m going to f**k you.”

“Your leg—”

“I don’t care.”

“You just got off.”

“I still want you. I always do.”

She flattened her hand on his chest and pushed him back a little. “Tiger, honey, I would be lying if I said I didn’t want you pretty badly but let’s let your leg heal first, okay?”

Someone tried to open the door but the lock prevented them from entering. A fist hammered at it. “Is everything okay in there? Tiger?”

“Go away,” he yelled.

“Let me in. I told you not to get out of that bed.” The man on the other side of the door paused. “Get me the damn key. He locked the door!”

“Stay out, Harris,” Tiger snarled. “Zandy is naked.”

Silence. “Oh. I thought you were hurt. Never mind. Is everything okay in there? I heard you and thought you needed help. Is she okay?”

“I’m fine,” Zandy called out. She did the last thing Tiger expected. She laughed and lowered her voice. “Maybe next time you should use a pillow and muffle your sounds.”

Tiger loved her. The tight feeling in his chest and the way he wanted to pull her onto his lap to hold her assured him of that.

“You shouldn’t be engaging in sex. I’m assuming that’s what you’re doing in there since I heard you and she’s in there na**d with the door locked. Damn it, Tiger. Didn’t you hear me when I said you need to keep that leg still until the bone knits? Miss Gordon? He isn’t supposed to be doing that. He needs to lie still.”

He wanted to beat on Dr. Harris. Badly. A snarl tore from his mouth and he tried to get up. He’d make sure the doctor left them alone but Zandy pushed on his chest in an attempt to keep him still. He froze. She couldn’t stop him if he really wanted up, he was stronger, but his mate stared at him with a pleading look.

“You heard him,” she stated softly. “Please do what the doctor said.”

He relaxed. “Okay.”

A grin softened her features. “I knew a blowjob would mellow you out.” She winked. “Now why don’t you lie back and we’ll take a nap? I’m tired and I bet you probably didn’t sleep well last night.”

“I’ll do what you say on a few conditions.” He would use anything he could to get her to agree to his demands.

“What are they?”

“I want you to stay with me. Swear you won’t leave Reservation. It’s too dangerous. I won’t allow you to be put in danger again.”