Free Desired by Wolves [Call of the Wolf 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Diane Leyne

back on, and Zack and made him promise to call any time of the day or night if he needed them.
    Luke had simply hugged him tight. “Go find your Lena. Nothing heals a man like love.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Even with his dawdling and stopping at a drive-through, it was only six forty when he pulled up into one of the clinic parking spots. He was surprised to see Lena’s SUV already there. He should have realized that she had to get there early to get things ready for him.
    He tried the door, and it was locked. Lena must have been nearby because she heard his knock and came right away to let him in.
    She ushered him into a chair in the waiting room.
    “I’m almost ready.” She thrust a clipboard into his hands. “Fill out these forms and then sign the release so we can get your records from the VA. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
    She bustled out again, having barely looked at him. He tried not to be disappointed that she hadn’t stopped to chat or ask how he was or anything. She was his doctor, or wolf-dog-shifter-him’s doctor. She was at her place of business and had to be professional, but he still wished she’d smiled at him.
    He tried to concentrate on the forms, but his stomach was churning. The coffee and muffin had been a mistake. He thought he might throw up. He felt hot. He felt cold. His leg ached. His dick was hard just from seeing her in her crisp white medical coat. How warped was that. He’d learned to hate and fear doctors, but seeing her dressed for work turned him on. Maybe they’d turned him into a masochist? Doctors caused him pain, even the good ones.
    He rubbed his leg and finished the forms. He didn’t really want to sign the VA one. He’d hoped there was a spot where he could specify which of his records they’d send, but it seemed to be an all or nothing proposition, and if there was even a chance that this new doctor could help him, what choice did he have? He signed it, all the while trying to keep control over his heaving insides.
    He thought he could handle Lena’s office. It was a vet’s office, not a doctor’s office. And it was Lena’s. And he had visited before without puking. When he’d visited Otis, his late-night rambling had been confined to the office to snoop on her computer and the room where the animals staying overnight were housed. He hadn’t gone into any of the exam rooms. He had opened the door to one by accident when he’d been looking for Otis but had quickly closed the door before the sensation of nausea had overwhelmed him.
    But now he was going to have to go into one of the exam rooms, and she was going to X-ray him in human and wolf-dog form. It was just an X-ray. He kept repeating that mantra to himself over and over, but it wasn’t working.
    Just then, Lena swept back into the waiting room. He could smell the disinfectant odor wafting from the exam area.
    “Sorry I don’t have a proper hospital gown, but most of my patients aren’t all that modest. I did find this throw. If you can go into the bathroom and change out of your clothes and wrap this around you, I’ll be ready for you shortly.” She looked down at the clipboard. “All done? Great. I’ll take it with me and have a quick read before I bring you back.”
    And then she was gone again, and he got another whiff of that distinctive medical aroma, and it was almost too much for him to take. He felt himself losing the battle. He leaned down and put his head between his knees, but it didn’t help. He looked around wildly trying to spot the washroom she’d mentioned, but in his alarm couldn’t seem to concentrate.
    He stood up and stumbled into an end table, knocking some magazines to the floor. He couldn’t control it any more and dropped to his knees, retching. He didn’t hear the door open, but suddenly Lena was at his side, her arm around him, her voice soothing. When there was a pause in his heaving, she helped him to his feet and led him to the nearby door he’d missed in his