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the two would have to figure it out on their own, Brendan went to find Ripley.
Ripley was standing over the next bed, flexing his hands in agitation. Walking up beside him, Brendan glanced down and… Oh my gods, Oren!
Oren's skin looked feverish, and sweat dampened his forehead and neck. His sheet was down around his waist revealing his bandaged shoulder, but even with all the wrapping, blood was still seeping through. Oren was asleep, but clearly, it wasn’t peaceful by the whimpers escaping pale, dry lips.
“What happened?” Brendan reached out to grab Oren’s hand.
Dalton tucked the covers around Oren. “A hellhound got him good. They think he’ll be okay, but he’s having horrible nightmares.”
Dalton was an Omega that exuded confidence, strength and intelligent that at times left Brendan in awe. Now, Dalton seemed worried and unsure for the first time. He was showing his true twenty-two years instead of always seeming beyond them. Brendan was right there with him. Oren looked bad.
He wasn't even allowed enough time to let his thoughts settle in before Oren shot up in the bed screaming.
Ripley reached for Oren’s flailing arms, and Dalton screamed for the doctors.
“Oh gods! Oh gods! He’s coming for me! He’s…he’s,” Oren's screams ended on a sob before the doctors rushed back in and laid him down, giving him meds to calm him.
Brendan reached for Ripley, and they held onto each other until Oren fell back into a fitful sleep.
“C’mon, we should head out and get back to our cell. You need the rest,” Ripley said as he kissed Brendan’s temple.
“But our friends…” Brendan started.
“Are in good hands. You need to heal, and it’s time you went back to bed.” Ripley pulled him toward the hall, the two limping back to the cell together.
“I just got out of bed,” Brendan grumbled.
Ripley chuckled before he groaned, grabbing his side. “We both need to get back in bed. What’s the matter, you don’t like sharing a bed with me?”
The joke would have come out a lot funnier if Ripley hadn’t grimaced while winking.
Brendan grabbed his hand, thinking his mate needed the bed more than him. “Love sharing a bed with you. Now, come on, our bed awaits.”
Chapter Nine
A week had gone by while they healed, but it had passed slower than the two expected. Ripley sat up, and for the first time in what seemed like forever, his body felt healed as he got out of bed. Brendan was nowhere to be seen, and Ripley assumed that he'd gone back to his room to shower and get ready for the day.
It was still a week away from the full moon, and Ripley had no clue what to expect. The fact of the matter was he had been so feral before, he didn’t remember his shifts, and he knew what pain had done to him in the fight with the hellhounds. It had turned him into a berserker. What will the change do?
Trying to keep those thoughts out of his head, he went into the bathroom, undressed and got in the shower. Damn, this felt so good. He simply stood there as the hot water worked over muscles that had become accustomed to being constantly stiff, making it all the better to have them massaged by the steamy spray.
After a couple minutes of just standing there relishing in the feel of the water, Ripley got to work on washing himself. He was about done when he smelled Brendan. Opening the curtain, Ripley saw his mate standing there, breathing heavily.
Ripley watched as Bren’s eyes trailed down his body, and Ripley responded. With Ripley’s body feeling better and the man he desired in front of him, there was nothing that was stopping them.
Ripley watched Bren strip, slowing stroking his aching erection as every inch of Bren’s body was revealed to him.
Bren straightened, completely naked, whole body trembling.
Ripley thought the trembling was in nerves before Brendan charged him, grabbing onto him and kissing him hard. Ripley growled and returned the kiss with as much fire as Bren was
Ripley was standing over the next bed, flexing his hands in agitation. Walking up beside him, Brendan glanced down and… Oh my gods, Oren!
Oren's skin looked feverish, and sweat dampened his forehead and neck. His sheet was down around his waist revealing his bandaged shoulder, but even with all the wrapping, blood was still seeping through. Oren was asleep, but clearly, it wasn’t peaceful by the whimpers escaping pale, dry lips.
“What happened?” Brendan reached out to grab Oren’s hand.
Dalton tucked the covers around Oren. “A hellhound got him good. They think he’ll be okay, but he’s having horrible nightmares.”
Dalton was an Omega that exuded confidence, strength and intelligent that at times left Brendan in awe. Now, Dalton seemed worried and unsure for the first time. He was showing his true twenty-two years instead of always seeming beyond them. Brendan was right there with him. Oren looked bad.
He wasn't even allowed enough time to let his thoughts settle in before Oren shot up in the bed screaming.
Ripley reached for Oren’s flailing arms, and Dalton screamed for the doctors.
“Oh gods! Oh gods! He’s coming for me! He’s…he’s,” Oren's screams ended on a sob before the doctors rushed back in and laid him down, giving him meds to calm him.
Brendan reached for Ripley, and they held onto each other until Oren fell back into a fitful sleep.
“C’mon, we should head out and get back to our cell. You need the rest,” Ripley said as he kissed Brendan’s temple.
“But our friends…” Brendan started.
“Are in good hands. You need to heal, and it’s time you went back to bed.” Ripley pulled him toward the hall, the two limping back to the cell together.
“I just got out of bed,” Brendan grumbled.
Ripley chuckled before he groaned, grabbing his side. “We both need to get back in bed. What’s the matter, you don’t like sharing a bed with me?”
The joke would have come out a lot funnier if Ripley hadn’t grimaced while winking.
Brendan grabbed his hand, thinking his mate needed the bed more than him. “Love sharing a bed with you. Now, come on, our bed awaits.”
Chapter Nine
A week had gone by while they healed, but it had passed slower than the two expected. Ripley sat up, and for the first time in what seemed like forever, his body felt healed as he got out of bed. Brendan was nowhere to be seen, and Ripley assumed that he'd gone back to his room to shower and get ready for the day.
It was still a week away from the full moon, and Ripley had no clue what to expect. The fact of the matter was he had been so feral before, he didn’t remember his shifts, and he knew what pain had done to him in the fight with the hellhounds. It had turned him into a berserker. What will the change do?
Trying to keep those thoughts out of his head, he went into the bathroom, undressed and got in the shower. Damn, this felt so good. He simply stood there as the hot water worked over muscles that had become accustomed to being constantly stiff, making it all the better to have them massaged by the steamy spray.
After a couple minutes of just standing there relishing in the feel of the water, Ripley got to work on washing himself. He was about done when he smelled Brendan. Opening the curtain, Ripley saw his mate standing there, breathing heavily.
Ripley watched as Bren’s eyes trailed down his body, and Ripley responded. With Ripley’s body feeling better and the man he desired in front of him, there was nothing that was stopping them.
Ripley watched Bren strip, slowing stroking his aching erection as every inch of Bren’s body was revealed to him.
Bren straightened, completely naked, whole body trembling.
Ripley thought the trembling was in nerves before Brendan charged him, grabbing onto him and kissing him hard. Ripley growled and returned the kiss with as much fire as Bren was
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