#Chapter 25 Not What the Doctor Ordered
Justin stayed awake with me until I calmed down enough to stop crying, and then he drifted off. I tried to sleep, myself, but I couldn’t get my brain to quiet down. I kept replaying the earlier attack. How could I have been so stupid? Donna had already tried once in the same day to kill me! I should never have let my guard down.
1 stretched my leg a bit, testing it. The pain was still intense but I could feel it really was already starting to heal. There was no way I would be strong enough to compete tomorrow, but still, I took some solace in feeling the healing process at work. If only there were something I could do to speed it up.
I shifted a little, settling more comfortably into Justin’s arms. He didn’t wake, but I felt him tighten his hold on me. He was caring for me, protecting me, even in his sleep. I was so lucky to have him–my second chance- and I felt that winning the competition would make me, in some way, deserving of his love.
As he tightened his hold, and I shifted backward, I felt his hardness press against me. He was still sleeping, but we were attuned to each other so completely, I was not surprised that he was reacting to my body, even in sleep. I wriggled a little against him, just for the thrill of feeling him there.
But then, I remembered, sex with Justin always made me feel stronger, more powerful. I wondered if it would also help me heal more quickly. I was desperate for any answer, and this one seemed almost too good to be true.
I thought Justin might be too worried about me to go along with it if I woke him. In his sleepy state, as I gently rocked against him, he grew even harder. I reached behind me, and eased him, gently, out of his shorts.
Slowly, carefully, trying my best not to wake Justin fully, I stroked him to hardness. With my other hand, I pushed down my panties, shifting my hips back toward him. It was painful to move this way, but it would be worth it, if this worked.
I lifted up just enough to settle back fully onto Justin’s. I stifled a whimper, my ass now resting comfortably against his hips. I began to rock slowly against him.
As I fucked myself on Justin’s cock, I felt him begining to pant against my shoulder. “Helen?” he mumbled, still thick with sleep.
“Don’t stop,” I begged. “I need you.”
He murmured in my ear, more awake now, “Greedy thing. Couldn’t even wait for me to wake up?” He held me still with a hand to my hip and began fucking me in earnest. I leaned my head back against his shoulder and reached down to touch myself.
Justin pushed my hand away. “That’s mine, now. You don’t touch unless I tell you.” A hot little thrill ran through me. I loved feeling so owned by him.
“Yes, yes, yours,” I panted, my orgasm tearing through my body. I had almost forgotten why I started this in the first place, but Justin wrapped a hand around my thigh to push my leg up, and I yelped in pain. He stopped immediately.
“Oh god! I hurt you! I’m so sorry.” He began to pull away, but I reached down to where our bodies met and held him there.
“No, please, don’t stop,” I begged. “I need this. You’re making me stronger. I’m healing.” I knew, already, it was working. I was beginning to feel some strength returning to my previously useless leg.
“What? Helen? You heard the doctor.” He was no longer trying to get away, but he also wasn’t moving, and I desperately needed him to move. I clenched around him, pressed back harder against him to draw him in even deeper, and he groaned deep in his chest.
“Please, just. Don’t stop.”
“You have to tell me if I hurt you” he insisted, and then, thankfully, he began to move. I cried out, this time with
He was already hurting me, but I would never say so needed him to keep fucking me until I was strong
telic
again.
With every thrust, I thought I could feel myself gaining strength. When he came, spilling inside me, I imagined it was all the cure I needed. As he panted in my ear, catching his breath and smoothing a strong hand down my ribs, hip, thigh, and back up again, over and over, I stretched my leg again, and felt that, even though I could tell it was much better, it was still weak.
“Justin, more, please.”
“I may be a lycan, but even we have our limits, Helen. Give me a chance to breathe,” he laughed, pressing wet, lazy kisses between my shoulder blades..
I turned over in his arms, and kissed him, urging his tongue into my mouth with my own. We traded deep kisses back and forth for long enough that I began to grow restless again. I sought friction by grinding down hard on his thigh.
“This is just about healing, huh?” he asked playfully, pulling me more firmly against him.
“Purely medicinal,” I responded, laughing. He began to rub lightly at my clit with one finger. I whimpered.
“You’re always so ready for me,” he remarked, dragging a finger through the wetness there. He lifted the finger to his lips. “You taste,” he said, dragging his tongue against his bottom lip, “delicious.”
He began to touch me again, adding a second finger, and dragging the two further down, stopping just short of where really wanted them. “I think I need to taste you more fully,” he said, moving to work his way down my bod
Justin made a path of open–mouthed kisses and sharp searing bites that lead from my neck to the inside of my thighs. I reached down to guide his head where I really wanted him, and he laughed again. “Greedy, greedy,” he
scolded.
Finally, he put his mouth on me, making a wide pass with his tongue across my clit, and down to where his fingers disappeared into my body. “Delicious,” he repeated continuing to lick and suck, and I cried out from all the attention he was paying to my most sensitive area.
Without preamble, Justin added a third finger. It was more than I was used to, but it felt so good to be so filled up by him. He began fucking me steadily with fingers, all the while his mouth kept up its work, sending shock waves through my body that became my second orgasm that night
I moved my leg again, and this time, though there was still pain, I didn’t feel the need to cry out from it. “It’s working!” I said, joyfully. “You’re making me better!”
“Good,” he said, “because I need to be inside you. Now.” He flipped me onto my back, and I was delighted to see he was hard again. If werewolves have a quick recovery period, lycans are like lightning.
He eased himself into me, a pleasure–filled sigh escaping his lips. He seemed to trust that he wasn’t going to break me, and any gentleness from earlier in the night was gone as he braced himself with one hand on the headboard, and wrapped the other around my throat. I thought about the first night we met; if he’d done the same, I would have assumed my life was over, but now, I just felt owned in the best way.
“No matter what you need, I will provide it,” he growled. “Food. Shelter. Protection,” he said, his rhythm growing less steady but his thrusts becoming more forceful “Or just a good, rough fuck.”
He sank his teeth deep into my shoulder, his come filling me for a second time that night as I was overcome by my own orgasm. We were quiet as we both came down from the high. Eventually, he pulled out, flopping over on his
back. I stretched my legs in the air above me, kicking them both a little, just because I could.
“You think that one did it?” He asked, smiling.
“Hmm,” I pretended to consider. “Maybe one more, just to be safe.”
I laughed, and I felt Joy howling happily inside me. I hadn’t even bothered to stand yet, but I could feel the strength coursing through both of my legs. I would definitely try to get another round or two out of Justin, but I knew I would be strong enough in the morning, not just to compete, but to win.
