It Begins With a Rogue's Bite (7 page)

“What the hell is wrong with you, Thomas?” His brother looked whiter than a ghost.

“I don’t know if I can do it, Shane. My body is screaming right now.” Thomas gulped aloud.

He shook his head. “What happened? You were okay before.”

Thomas leaned on the wall behind him, exhaling a long breath as if trying to expel the tension brewing inside him. “That’s before Dr. Jonas put the stethoscope to Cheryl’s chest. Her hospital gown absorbed her sweat and made the material see through. Seeing her dark nipples made my body react.”

Shane knew exactly what his brother talked about, for he had seen the material dampen and cling to her plump breasts. He couldn’t help lick his lips at the delightful view. Thank God, Cheryl hadn’t seen them gawking.

“If I reacted just at the outline of her breasts and nipples, what will I do when she’s completely naked and I’m actually touching her body? I don’t know if I’ll be able to control my urges.”

Panic swept over Shane at the thought either one of them could lose control. Right at this moment, though, he seemed to be the stronger of the two and needed to be Thomas’s voice of reason.

“You have no choice. You heard what Dr. Jonas said. We can’t make any sexual advances on her. We could put her life in danger if we do. When her body is ready, she’ll make the first move.”

“I know, I know!” Thomas stared at the ceiling lights with a look of despair pasted on his face.

Shane had never seen his brother in such a state. He obviously felt as strongly emotionally and physically toward Cheryl as he did. There had to be something he could do. Then it hit him. The sponge bath wouldn’t take more than ten minutes. Surely if Thomas masturbated beforehand, then he’d be able to resist making any advances.

“Thomas, go jack off, and I’ll get everything ready. I’ll wait until you come back to start since I need your help, and I want you there to stop me if I lose control.” He put his hand on his brother’s shoulder in reassurance.

“Are you serious?” Thomas stared at him in disbelief.

“Yeah, I’m dead serious.” His voice rose with tension, and he couldn’t help himself. “Go do it now. It’s the only way you’ll be able to control yourself.”

Thomas stared at Shane’s trousers, and Shane knew exactly what his brother would say next. “What about you? How do you know you’ll be able to resist?”

Shane didn’t know for sure he could, but if he kept repeating what the doctor told him, then he shouldn’t have any problems.

“I have no choice. Since I told her we’d be right back, someone has to go back in there. I don’t want her to worry that something is wrong.”

He walked past his brother and entered her room once again. Mmm, her sweet scent hit his nose the moment he closed the door. Oh yeah, it intoxicated him. Her eyes were wide open. She looked like a deer staring frightfully into the bright headlights of an oncoming car.

Good Lord, had she overheard their conversation outside? The thought that maybe her sense of hearing had started to change, become more acute, crossed his mind. If it had changed, then she definitely could have heard them talking. Great. That’d make her freak out. Now what?

She didn’t move, didn’t talk. He placed his hands in his lab coat pockets and just played the fool.

“Thomas needed to get something, so we’ll give you the bath as soon as he gets back. In the meantime, I’ll go get things ready.”

She nodded, visibly gulping. “Okay.” But her expression remained the same.

He diverted his gaze to the floor, like a guilty person who tried to hide something always did, and headed for the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and almost fell to the floor.

Crap! Crap! Crap!

Taking a deep breath, he raked his fingers through his hair and stared at his reflection in the mirror. He looked just as pale as Thomas. Splashing cold water on his face, he tried to relax. The rational side of his brain attempted to process the situation. If she had heard what they said, she wouldn’t have expressed such a frightened look. Instead, she’d be appalled at their audacity and probably would have cursed at him or thrown something at him the moment he opened the door.

No, that look meant something else. But what? Perhaps she had begun to feel other side effects, and they frightened her. Dr. Jonas had told them about some of the side effects, the hormonal and sexual ones that pertained to them, but he believed that perhaps many more emotional and mental changes she didn’t mention.

He checked his watch. Thomas must surely be almost done now. Once his brother set his mind on something, it didn’t take him long to do it.

In their teen years, when their werewolf hormones oscillated with puberty, they’d needed to relieve their pent-up sexual desires regularly. Thomas always came out of the washroom first, having reached his climax and wearing a satisfied smile. This time shouldn’t be any different.

Shane looked around the washroom and checked under the sink. There he found a stainless steel basin and packaged individual bars of soap. He placed them on the counter beside the sink and turned to the cupboard on the left-hand wall. He didn’t see any sponges, but he did see white towels and washcloths. He took two of each. The material felt rough. They obviously didn’t believe in fabric softener at The Haven. Either that or perhaps the rough texture of the material was therapeutic. From what he had been told, the latter possibility didn’t surprise him.

Done. What next?

Time to go out and face her, that’s what
. Taking a reassuring inhale, he stood and opened the door.

There she lay on the bed, her silky, blonde hair spread out on the pillow. Her big, enchanting eyes stared at every movement he made as he advanced toward her. She couldn’t have been more beautiful. He smiled as he placed the items for the sponge bath on the sliding table beside her.

As luck would have it, the door opened and Thomas came in. He smiled at them and said in a confident tone, “Sorry for the delay. It took some time, but the job is all done now.”

Cheryl didn’t say anything. Shane pushed the table to the foot of the bed and stared at her.

“Miss Brete, we’re going to lift you and wash your back first. No need for you to move. You need to rest and regain your strength.”

She nodded, slightly out of breath. Hmm, she had been lightly panting before, too. He found that peculiar. Her cheeks were flushed, so he guessed it was caused by the heat traveling through her limbs.

Thomas walked behind her, slid his hands under her body, and lifted her. She started to lift herself, and he said, “No, Miss Brete, just relax.”

Once she was in a seated position, Shane untied the knots in her hospital robe and pushed the left side of it down her shoulder. Her soft alabaster skin pleased his eyes. It reminded him of Salvador Dali’s painting
My Wife, Naked, Looking At Her Own Body,
where his wife is sitting on the bed and only her bare back, part of her hips, and right breast are exposed. Her face is never seen. The only difference
was Cheryl was a blonde beauty, not a brunette.

When he pulled the right side of the gown down her shoulder, he saw a huge bandage covering where the Rogue werewolf had bitten her. His heart pained him to think how she suffered through that experience.

Taking the rough washcloth, he dipped it in the ice cold water. Dr. Jonas had instructed them to use only frigid water, not hot or warm. She pulled her torso forward as the cold cloth touched her skin.

“Sorry. But the treatment is to use cold water,” he apologized.

“Okay.” She sighed.

He lathered the cloth and lightly rubbed it over her supple skin while Thomas made sure no water leaked onto her gown or the bed. If she could see their actions, she’d think them two bumbling idiots and not trained nurse’s aides, Shane thought.

Thomas dried her back as Shane stared. Goosebumps formed on her skin at his touch. Her panting seemed to calm down. She closed her eyes and remained motionless. It appeared the bath soothed her. Good.

Once finished, Shane said, “We’ll do the rest of your body.” He had to gulp to tame his anticipation. He worried his thoughts showed in his expression.

Opening her eyes to half slits, she eased herself down onto the bed with Shane’s support. Staring into her beautiful eyes, he slowly pulled the gown down her torso. He didn’t dare look at her body right away. The look in her eyes showed a mix of calmness and sultriness. Even without gazing at her body, his cock rose to full erection just by what he saw in her eyes. Thank God the lab coat was big so as to conceal his heated excitement.

Thomas handed Shane the washcloth once the gown was lowered to her midsection. Shane glanced up, noticing his brother looked a hell of a lot more in control than Shane felt. Perspiration seeped through the pores on his forehead as he took the cloth and proceeded to rub her shoulders and arms.

Her breast now in plain view, he focused on them while his hand washed her upper limbs. Perfection, even more voluptuous than he imagined. Her areoles had begun to darken. The nipples, taut and perky, pointed up in arousal at his ministrations.

With a shaky hand, he brought the cloth to her left breast. He heard her breathing stop, but he didn’t look up at her. He could sense though that she stared at his face.

Trying his best not to show any of his rampant desires flowing through his body right now, he delicately rubbed the cloth around and under her breast. First, he circled the exterior of the breast, making his movements shorter and shorter until he circled only the erect nipple. Her areolas shrunk tightly, and a barely audible sigh escaped her lips.

That sigh intrigued him. It didn’t sound like a sigh of relief or discomfort. It sounded like pleasure. He continued rubbing her nipples and breasts in a circular motion, and he brought his gaze back up to behold her eyes.

No longer staring into his eyes, she fixed her gaze on her breasts. He saw it. Desire shone bright in her face, and she bit her lower lip. Yes, yes, she definitely enjoyed his movements. He added a little more pressure, bringing the washcloth over the tip of one nipple, rubbing the cloth over it in a rough and gentle up-and-down movement. Her nipple flicked up tighter and higher with each stroke.

He noted her right leg, the one without an ankle cast, spread instinctively out. His hard-on got so stiff, it began to hurt. It demanded some attention, and soon, or it threatened to burst out of his confining trousers. Now, that would be a spectacle to see. What would her reaction be?

Chapter Eight

More! She wanted more. Oh, so much more. Wetness seeped out of her cunt, warming the inside of her legs. God, the rough cloth Shane rubbed against the tip of her nipple drove her to the brink of madness.

What was wrong with her? She went from utter panic the moment the doctor informed her Shane and Thomas would be giving her a sponge bath to practically pure ecstasy. Where did these wanton emotions spawn from?

She slowly felt her untamed sexual instincts rise when the twins left the room for a few minutes. Her mind couldn’t stop imagining them rubbing her body. The heat in her limbs spread to her whole body, and her heartbeat increased with each second that passed, making shortness of breath follow. She began to freak out. Her body appeared to have stopped listening to her brain and took on a life of its own. Possessed, she quivered.

She endured pure torture as the heat intensified in her while she waited for Shane, who had come back in and gone to the washroom to prepare everything for the bath. She yearned to tear off her clothes and dunk her scorching body in ice coldness.

And when he and Thomas came back into the room and Shane touched her back with the frigid cloth, the pain slowly diminished. Bit by bit, with each ice-cold swipe of the cloth, the raging inferno lessened until the surging fire in her limbs disappeared completely.
Ah, relief.