Page 79 of His to Hunt

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asks, more concern in his voice than I’ve heard before.

“No, I’m okay,” I breathe out. “I was thinking about using a safe word if you went on for much longer. I’m just really sore now.”

“That’s understandable,” he soothes, gently pulling me into his arms as he stretches out beside me. “It feels like several layers of skin have been peeled off my cock.”

“You’re a wolf, though. You’ll heal a lot faster than I will, frenzy or not,” I mutter against his chest, loving the warmth.

“If it gets too bad, I can always call a doctor. The frenzy should have protected you, but we pushed ourselves pretty hard.”

“Yeah,” I admit. “Now that it’s over, and I’m starting to think straight, I’m a little embarrassed.”

“Why?” he chuckles.

“I don’t act like that… or talk like that,” I murmur. “You had me screaming things that were vulgar and obscene.”

“I loved hearing every single one of them,” he rumbles. “Let’s rest for a while and then we’ll order some food. I’m fucking famished.”

“Me too,” I sigh. “But right now, I can’t even move.”

I fall asleep on his powerful chest, his muscular arms keeping me close. I’m so exhausted, I don’t even dream. I just fall into the darkness and stay there until my eyes finally open some indeterminate amount of time later. He’s still asleep and I’m so comfortable, I don’t want to move, despite the gurgle in my stomach. I ignore it until I fall asleep again.

We’re mostly unconscious for at least a day. I wake up a few times, but Victor’s warmth makes it easy to doze off again. I finally open my eyes to see his dark gaze on me. His eyes don’t look as intense as it has lately, and the golden flame has burned out like the frenzy. His expression almost looks tender.

“You could have woken me,” I groan, wondering how long he’s been awake.

“I was watching my beautiful mate sleep,” he murmurs. “You were too angelic to disturb.”

“I can’t believe you’re calling me angelic when I’m this filthy,” I sigh, looking at the stains on the bed and my skin. “God, I’m a mess. I bet I stink, too.”

“Nah, you smell like us,” he laughs, kissing my neck. “Like the fucking frenzy.”

“Well, I think I smell like I need a bath,” I gripe, pulling away from him.

“I’ll order some food,” he says, sitting up.

“In that case, I’ll just make it a shower,” I sigh, crawling out of bed.

My arms feel like jelly. My legs tremble with each step I take. Every part of my body feels achy and sore. I feel like I need to soak in a bath because I certainly don’t feel radiant right now, but I need food more than bubbles. I could probably use about a gallon of water, followed by a cocktail. I’ve been put through the wringer the last few days.

The only thing that seems to be in better shape is my mind. It no longer feels mushy and discombobulated. I’m just too tired to use it for anything except basic functions.

I hear Victor ordering food, and it sounds like another feast, but the shower drowns him out. I step under the water and put my head against the wall. The warmth is incredibly soothing, but I’m too weak to properly clean myself. I let the water wash away what it can before I force myself to lather up. I’m surprised I can keep my arms raised long enough to shampoo and condition my hair, but I manage.

I don’t feel up to finding a gown. I dry myself off, comb my hair, and slip the bathrobe on. I look at myself in the mirror and I’m definitely not radiant. The molten gold is gone from my eyes and they’re bloodshot. My hair looks like it needs more than what I just gave it. My skin is flushed from the shower but definitely not glowing.

“I still look like a trainwreck,” I sigh, balancing myself on wobbly legs before I shuffle out of the bathroom.

Victor has poured some whiskey, and he’s made a vodka cranberry drink for me. I don’t even thank him before I grab the glass and down every drop. I’m so parched I take my glass to the sink and fill it with water. I fill it four or five times before I’m finally quenched enough to make myself another drink.

“I feel like I need another three days to recover,” I sigh, almost dropping my drink before I manage to sit down beside him.

“You’ll be fine,” he promises. “The frenzy takes a lot out of everyone.”

I finish my drink rather quickly, but I don’t feel like making another one. When Victor gets up, I point to my glass, and he understands what I’m asking for. I lean back against the couch, and when I open my eyes, the sight of my untouched drink and a huge spread of food startle me.

“What the…” I mutter, wiping my eyes.

“You dozed off,” he chuckles. “You were all beautiful and angelic again.”