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setting her on her feet. The wound on her head already healing. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up, and then we’ll talk. Y’all make yourself comfortable.”
    Linking their fingers, he led a dazed Breezy down the hallway to the master suite. When she didn’t protest at the doorway, he continued into the large bathroom still naked. “Let’s get you cleaned first.” The bullet was itching to get out, but his wolf demanded he take care of their mate, even though they hadn’t formally claimed her yet.
    “Um, I can take care of myself. I’ll just be a moment, or I can use another bathroom. Do you want me to tend...to your wound first?” She was adorable when she stammered, and blushed so prettily. He didn’t think she would with her experience, but he pushed the thoughts of other men with her out of his mind. Killing her previous lovers, men he’d never seen her with, wouldn’t endear her to him.
    “I need to make sure you’re truly okay, bella mine.” It wasn’t a line. His wolf, as well the man, needed to look her over from head to toe. The coppery scent of her blood could be seen as well as smelled. They needed to wash the offense off her and ensure she was never injured again.
    Breezy backed away from him. “Oh, no. I am not going to be another notch on your belt.”
    His eyes widened. She thought he wanted her for a night or for a plaything. He’d have to prove that wasn’t the case, but not with a houseful of people. “Take a shower and get clean, I’ll shower across the hall, and after they leave, we will talk.” He stabbed his finger in her direction. “If you ever run off again, I swear by all that is holy, I’ll blister your ass so fucking hard you won’t be able to sit for a damn week without feeling the sting. Feel me?”
    He didn’t wait to hear her reply, turning on his heel and stalking from the bathroom. The door to the ensuite shut behind him with a thud, letting him know she didn’t like his words, but he didn’t give a flying fuck. Her safety was his priority.
    The lonely shower sucked as did the fact his dick was hard enough to drill holes in the wall, yet the only hole it wanted was across the hall. The image of a slicked up, naked Breezy had him reaching for the soap. He washed his hair and body quickly, knowing the people out in his living room would know he was jacking off, but had to release the pressure in his aching balls or he’d never be able to focus. It only took a few hard pumps, and the thought of Breezy on her knees with her lips wrapped around the head of his dick, to have him coming like a teenager. He grunted as streams of come flew out, and washed down the drain with the water. Quickly, he finished and dressed in record time. As he entered his bedroom he could hear the shower still running, and felt like a caged wolf. He paced the length of his room, wanting to knock down the door.
    When the shower cut off, he barely contained his instinct to go in and help her dry off. He’d dressed in a pair of loose sweats and a white T-shirt. He wasn’t sure what Breezy would put on, so he grabbed a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt Lyric had left in the guest room. Knocking on the door he yelled, “I have something for you to put on that’s clean.”
    He swore it sounded like she growled something about his whores’ leftovers, which made him laugh. “You and Lyric are about the same size, and since they’re leggings and a sweatshirt, they should work.” He made sure to keep his voice level. No sense in pissing her off any more. He’d have to let her know he’d never brought a woman to his home. Ever. When he fucked a woman, or she-wolf, it was always at her place, the club or somewhere else. He didn’t do morning afters, or lead them on. With Breezy it was different. She just didn’t know it yet.
    The door jerked open a couple inches. He saw her wet head and his dark red towel wrapped around her chest. He felt like whining when she hid the rest of her body