Benjar (Seven Brides for Seven Alien Brothers Book 2) by Honey Phillips

Author:Honey Phillips [Phillips, Honey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-08-31T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 9

Benjar awoke with a pounding head and a throbbing ache in his leg. Every muscle in his body felt limp and exhausted. Well, almost every muscle. His cock had fully emerged from its sheath, rock hard and throbbing with an entirely different kind of ache. It was currently nestled between the soft mounds of Ruby’s ass and despite his other aches and pains, he’d never felt more content.

She’d stayed with him.

Most of the previous day - and night, he amended – was a blur of pain and heat, but he remembered that she had been there. He remembered her voice talking to him, her cooling touch on his brow, and satisfying his thirst. He had another kind of thirst now and he couldn’t resist rocking his hips gently against her, groaning silently as his cock slipped back and forth between her buttocks. For a moment, she seemed to push back against him, then she yelped and scrambled out of the bed, knocking against his wounded leg in the process. It was his turn to yelp.

She gave him an angry look. “You promised me you wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want you to do.”

“I wasn’t doing anything.”

His voice came out hoarse and strained, but she didn’t stop glaring at him. She really had the most enchanting scowl.

“Then what do you call that?”

“Just a normal physical reaction.”

He tried to flash her his usual grin, but a wave of weakness swept over him. Her gaze sharpened.

“What’s the matter?”

“It’s the fever.”

“Do you need a cold towel?”

In spite of the tremors that seized his body, the worry on her face comforted him. Perhaps she was beginning to care for him as well.

“Yes,” he admitted.

He sank back against the pillows, and a moment later an icy cloth covered his brow. He shivered, then sighed with relief.

“I thought your fever had broken.”

He forced his eyes open and saw her worried face hovering over him. Why was that wrinkle between her brows so adorable, he wondered absently.

“It’s not adorable,” she said, a rush of pink tinting her cheeks, and he realized he had spoken out loud.

Fuck. This wasn’t good.

“The fever heals, but it also takes a toll on the body.” He tried to think, to remember what he needed to tell her. “Better to stay away from me. I might hurt you accidentally.”

“Don’t be silly. You always calm down when you hear my voice.”

His eyes were starting to close again, but he smiled.

“That’s because you’re my mate.”

He thought he heard her sigh as he drifted off again. The healing fever was how his people had recovered from their injuries before the advent of modern medical technology. He’d gone through it several times when he was young and without resources.

The first time he’d experienced the fever was when he was injured trying to defend his painstakingly gathered meal from a much larger and older male. He remembered little of the actual fever, but somehow he’d managed to crawl into a culvert small enough to evade the larger predators who hunted the streets.

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