forearm. He switched on the little LED headlamp he wore, and dropped to one knee before adjusting it to illuminate the shredded denim above my knee. Looking annoyed, he took hold of each side of the tear with a quick jerk, and ripped it further open.
"Now, hold still." After a quick look, he shook his head. "You need stitches, but I figure we shouldn't linger here. The rest of that pack won't be far away. I'm going to wrap it tight and get you out of here. I'll glue it shut back at camp."
" Glue it?"
He unwrapped a thick gauze pad and placed it on the bite, and started wrapping a rolled bandage to hold it in place. "It's a common and effective fix.
When he finished, I felt like my leg had a hot coal from the campfire tied inside that bandage. I took an experimental step and nearly fell on my face.
Without a word, the preacher drug my arm across his shoulder and helped me walk. It was rough, slow going and several times he stopped to let me rest. At one point, after I caught my breath, I asked the question that had been driving me nuts.
" How'd you know to come back?"
" Come back? Man, I didn't go nowhere. Well, not far. I stopped a hundred yards away and waited for you to grow a brain. Too bad the wolves interrupted the process." He started off again, forcing me to concentrate on staying upright.
Fine, my questions would wait.
Chapter Nine
I bit my lip in anger to keep from cussing as Lucian stumbled in the small tent, trying to get his pants up over his horrific injuries. He'd informed me of his midnight escapade even after the Preacher had assured me it was something he was forced to do for the Dom Wars game or we'd all pay a far heavier cost. If I had had a clue he'd done this, I would have never let it happen. Whoever heard of gluing wounds shut? And that hand would need to be watched.
Despite that, selfish hunger erupted inside me at seeing the muscles along his torso and arms ripple beneath his silky skin. Silky white skin. I'd never guessed a white man could look so good. Tanned skin had always been my thing. Until Lucian. Delicious man that he was.
" I want to teach you something."
The memory of those words made m y clit throb. I slid my legs together with need at remembering what he'd done. Tormented me with those slow sexy strokes. I couldn't see clearly but what I could make out was just enough to make him look like some glowing white god. Feeling the ridges in his cock was unlike anything, and then when he slid his nails along my vertebrae I don't know what happened but holy moly, it was white, hot, and mind blowing.
" Fuck, sweetheart."
I jerked my gaze up to his and found him staring at me, pained looking.
"What in God's name are you thinking about?" He shook his head. "No, God, don't tell me. We have to fucking leave and I'll trip over my dick if you tell me what I already know you're thinking, but heaven help me I can't take hearing you say it."
Wanting to take his mind of his obvious physical pain, I smiled and pulled my legs back, sliding my finger over my extremely slick folds. He gasped, a look of incredulous fury on his face, jabbing a finger at me. "Stop it Tara. I mean it. That's so fucking mean baby," he hissed harshly before stooping and throwing a pillow at me.
I laughed and got on my knees, rubbing my breasts. He lunged forward and embraced me to his naked torso then spanked me really hard. "OUCH FUCK!"
" You so fucking deserved that, don't be cruel to me."
I shoved him away, rubbing the heat on my butt. "I should punch you."
" You already did!" He grabbed his dick, agony on his cute face again.
I bit my lip and giggled, finding my clothes. "We're even but you spank me that hard again and I will make you sorry."
" Promise, love?"
" I do. Now get out before I dress in front of you."
He jerked his hands up, gladly surrendering to those terms and hurrying out. I got dressed, my face soon hurting with the huge smile I couldn't suppress.
Wow. I was so. Happy.
I came out the