Chapter 84: Simon

I leaned over and kissed the side of her forehead. We made it back to our room; I twisted my hand to open the door. We walked through and I kicked it closed. I walked over to the bed and gently sat her down.

“You know I’m not going to fall apart, right?” She looked up at me, holding up the IV bag keeping it elevated.

“You almost died on me. I’m going to be gentle with you for a while.” I took the IV bag and hung it off the corner of the bed headrest. I looked at her, she was still covered in blood. The doctor cut the sweater she was wearing. Without another word, I walked to the dresser and grabbed a different pair of shorts and sweater. I went to the closet and grabbed one of my hoodies. I set the clothes on the bed. “Sit up.”

She obeyed, not wavering her gaze.

I gently pulled her sweater up. She raised her arms; I gently pulled it over her arms. She inhaled sharply. “Sorry.” I ripped the sweater to avoid having to put the IV bag through the torn sleeve. I went to the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth. I wanted to clean the blood, so she wouldn’t have this bloody reminder of the sacrifice she made. So, I wouldn’t have the reminder of the sacrifice she made. If she were to scar, I would constantly be reminded of how useless I was to her in that moment. She didn’t see it like that. She was too forgiving, too sweet to even have that cross her mind. She knew what she needed to do to save me and without question she did it. I gave a silent prayer to the moon that she wouldn’t scar.

She sat there; breasts exposed. Even in her injured state, I wanted to take her. To push her back against the bed and ravage her. Instead, I took my hoodie and fed the IV bag through the hole and hung it back against the headboard. I focused on the task at hand. I gently held the hoodie over her head and slowly pulled the sweater over her arms and head. It was big on her. It gave her enough space to move the sleeve so we could check on the wound.

“Up.” I instructed. I offered her my hand to help her stand.

She stood without question. She still stared at me. I pulled down her now rust colored shorts and put the new shorts down for her to step into. I gently pulled them up. I could smell her want growing. As soon as her shorts were on, I looked into her eyes. “What?”

“This is the first time in over a decade anyone has taken care of me.” She continued to stare into my eyes.

“You’re my mate.” I said, staring back. I would take care of her until the end of my days.

She took a hand and cupped my face, pulling it gently to be closer to hers without breaking eye contact. She kissed me, gentle at first. But then the heat grew. As if something clicked inside her, like she doubted the fact that she was my mate, or I accepted her as such. She pulled me down as she sat on the bed and leaned back. I followed, covering her with my body as she lay kissing me.

I took a hand and pulled up the hoodie, touching her stomach, slowly drawing my hand up until it grazed the bottom of her breast. Her breath hitched; I could smell her want stronger. I took her nipple in between my thumb and index finger and twisted gentle. The action had Violet raising her hips against me. Rubbing my growing erection.

I stopped, pulling my hand away and easing away from her a few inches.

“What?” She looked up at me dazed.

“You’re injured.” Was all I could say. I didn’t want to stop, I wanted to rub against her until she begged for me to be inside her.

“So?” She pulled at my neck, attempting to get me to come back into her kiss.

“Doc said to refrain. Be gentle, you need to heal.”

“I don’t care.” She said, throwing her legs around my waist, closing the distance between our hips. She ground her hips against mine, urging my erection to come out and play. “You can be gentle.” She gently kissed my lips. “Can’t you?”

A low growl erupted from my throat. I leaned down and licked the place I marked her. She shivered. “All I want to do is eat you up.” I said licking down to her exposed collar bone. I stuck my hand in between us, down her shorts, gently touching her clit.

She gasped. “Simon, please.” She whimpered.

“I’ll be gentle.” I said curling a finger to enter her as I rubbed her clit with my thumb. I loved the way she writhed against me.

“Mmmhmm.” She said closing her eyes, feeling my fingers inside.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

She nodded, biting her lip trying to stifle any noise to escape.

I pulled my finger out, now letting two to glide into her. Her eyes exploded open with the sensation. We stared at each other while I fucked her with my fingers. Her mouth was pursed closed.

“I want to hear you, baby.”

She opened her mouth and let out a moan. My dick throbbed against my joggers. I took my hand out and rubbed my hard dick against her. I knew the fabric between us was causing enough friction to drive her close to the edge. I wanted my dick to send her over.

In between rubs, I lowered the waistband of my joggers and her shorts and let my dick spring free. It was ready to make an entrance. It was always ready to make an entrance with her. Without warning I shoved my dick into her. She let out a scream, as she came with the sudden change. She clamped down around my dick, almost pushing me over the edge.

I held her hips in place; she wasn’t going to move at all. That’s about as gentle as I could be with her as I thrusted into her as hard as I could. Like I told the Doc, if she starts something, I’m going to finish it. I could feel my orgasm rolling in me, ready to burst free. I didn’t stop my rhythm; I didn’t want to elongate this session. Quick and easy, until she recovered, then I would fuck her all night, all over this fucking house.

I let go inside her, all that I had. When I felt I was done, I gave one last thrust to ensure I was empty and let my dick linger in her. We were breathing heavily. I slowly pulled out; both of our juices covered my dick. I grabbed the shredded sweater, found a clean spot, wiped her up and then pulled up her shorts. I wiped my dick off and pulled them up as well.

I rolled over and lay next to her. “I lasted less than ten minutes when the doc said to keep the romping to a minimum.”

She laughed. “It doesn’t help when the patient demands it.”

“Can we count this as superior bedside manner?” I looked over at her.

She laughed again. “I’ll be sure to leave a very good review.”

I smiled as I got up and repositioned her in the bed, so her head was against the pillow. “Do you need anything?” I pulled the blanket over her.

“I am a little hungry.”

“Your wish is my command.” I kissed her forehead and went down to the kitchen. It was still early in the morning. I didn’t want to think about the day ahead. What Jared needed from me. I didn’t want to leave Violet, I wouldn’t budge. If he wanted me to do anything, he can bring it to our room.

I went to the kitchen and made sandwiches. The easiest thing I could think of to make. I grabbed a bag of chips, cookies, anything in the pantry that I thought she would like. I piled the tray high with different types of snack foods and desserts. I went back to our room.

“Did you intend on bringing the whole kitchen?” She laughed.

“I wanted to give you some options.” I looked down at the tray.

“It’s like the gift basket all over again.”

“I’m never going to live that down, am I?”

“Never. But it was very sweet.”

I sat the tray down next to her. She picked up a sandwich and took a bite. I followed. I didn’t realize how hungry I was. I hadn’t eaten since lunch with the Alphas. I popped open the bag of chips and grabbed a handful. She stole one from my hand. We ate there in silence. Having our fill. Once she was done, I moved the tray onto the dresser. In case she wanted something to munch on later.

“Did you need anything else?”

“Just you next to me and sleep.” She smiled and patted the space next to her with her good hand.