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Recovery and decisions.

Don was on strict bedrest; he wasn’t taking it well. But I didn’t care. I would sit on him if I had to. The doctor didn’t want him moving around too much, and Don would follow what she’d prescribed to the letter.

Currently, Kal was leading the search for the other humans, and I had no doubt he’d find them all. I might hate the bastard—though I was softening from how fast he came to protect Don—but Kal was dedicated to finding the humans and protecting them.

Right now, my main concern was Don. He needed to heal, and I would be damned if I let anything happen to him.

My arm was bound to my chest to keep my shoulder from moving.

Klars had put on several nanite plasters to speed up my healing.

I only had to wear them for a few days—he wasn’t actually certain about the timeline.

Until then, he wanted me to move my arm as little as possible, to allow the medicine and tech in the plasters to heal me.

I gathered up the bandage supplies, cleanser, and oil for Don’s side.

Where the alien bastard had stabbed Don were several broken scales.

Depending on the extent of the injury, the scales didn’t always come back—Caleb had several spots without scales—but the skin underneath was sensitive to the extreme.

Cold, heat, dry weather were a few things that could harm the exposed skin.

The oil Dr. Muznim had provided should help his scales regrow, but she couldn’t say for certain. I would, of course, do everything to help him heal.

I set everything on the ground beside the couch, and Don looked my way, tail flicking. I caught the wiggling appendage and pressed a kiss to the tip. “Don’t glare, Sweetheart. I need to take care of you. Doctor's orders, which you promised to follow.”

“What’s one more broken promise?” he muttered.

“What?” I asked, leaning over him. He’d never broken a promise to me.

His eyes shifted to the side.

“Sweetheart?” I asked, but he didn’t look at me or move to lift his hand and make a connection between us. He hadn’t formed a connection since the incident, and I missed it. Was he mad at me? I’d gone to the station when I’d promised to stay in our room. I was the reason he was attacked.

“I let you be hurt,” he whispered.

“What?”

His luminous green eyes met mine, stark and full of pain. “That person hurt you, and I did nothing.”

“You saved me.”

“I swore no one would ever touch you again without permission, and someone did.”

Fuck, Don was adorable. I pressed my mouth to his. He grunted in surprise. I took advantage of it, forcing my tongue inside. God, he was warm. I laid siege, plundering him until Don was shaking beneath me.

I pulled back, and he followed. Smiling, I brushed my fingers along his cheekbones.

“You didn’t fail me, Don. I left the ship.

I left Kal and Seth’s side. I was the idiot who risked myself.

You saved me.” I gave him a harsh kiss, though I tempered it to not hurt him.

“You saved me, Don. I’m not mad. I don’t blame you.

You didn’t break your promise. Do you understand me? ”

He didn’t meet my gaze.

I grabbed his chin and forced him to meet my eye. “Do you understand, Dontilvynsan?”

“I understand, my Vince.”

“Good boy.” My fingers slid through his long hair, and I trailed kisses along his jaw. “It’s all fine.”

Don gave me his throat, and I lowered to kiss down the column of his neck. When I reached his chest, I grabbed the base of his shirt and tugged. He leaned up so I could slip it off.

“Good job,” I told him, and he wiggled. I didn’t have to look to know his cock was starting to harden. “My perfect, good Dontilvynsan. You’re so sexy, you know that?”

“Vince,” he groaned.

“You’re such a good boy.” I placed kisses down his chest, licking and biting as I went, until I reached the bandage.

Carefully, I peeled it away. A slash marred his side.

The scales had been plucked so all that remained was his red and gold mottled skin.

Getting the towel wet, I cleaned the injury, skin, and surrounding scales with the cleanser the doctor had provided.

“If I was a drakcol, I’d lick this, wouldn’t I?” I asked, dropping the towel.

“You would,” he replied, breath harsh.

When we returned to our room after the doctor released us, Don had insisted on licking my every bruise and scrape. He’d wanted to bathe my shoulder, but the plasters had been in the way.

“Do you want me to?” I asked.

His eyes widened and his breath came out in rough gasps. I peeked at his groin, and the tenting told me all I needed to know. I bent down and kissed the exposed skin. Don released a strangled cry. I smirked before giving him a tentative lick, and he arched, but his moaning turned pain.

I pressed him back down. “Don’t hurt yourself, Don. Let me take care of you.”

He panted. “My Vince.”

I returned, growing bolder. I traced the sealed injury with my tongue.

It was rough from being closed with a laser, but it was healing—that was all that mattered.

His mottled skin was impossibly soft and silky.

I could hardly believe it. I kept the pressure gentle, but I cleaned every spec of exposed skin.

Don only grew louder, making me smirk. I loved that I was the only one who made him like this.

With one last kiss, I pulled away and cleaned the area again.

Instinct or not, mouths were disgusting cesspools of germs. Patting it dry with a soft towel, I inspected the sealed stab wound—I had to make sure it wasn’t peeling open.

Dr. Muznim had shown me exactly how to take care of Don, and I intended to follow her instructions.

Nothing would happen to him on my watch.

I put some oil on a cloth and rubbed the skin and surrounding scales.

When I was finished, I put a clean plaster on.

“There. Perfect, just like you,” I said.

He whimpered. His cock was straining against the fabric of his pants.

I grinned. My sweetheart needed release, and I was more than happy to help. I moved to his chest, kissing my way down.

“My Vince, you’re hurt.”

“I’m fine,” I murmured between kisses. As long as I didn’t use my injured arm, I could suck him off, which I wanted, more like needed. I undid his pants and started to pull them down. Don helped me, shimmying them off, though the second he grunted in pain, I shoved his hands away. I could do it.

His cock slapped his hard stomach, and I sighed. He was a thing of beauty. A bead of liquid came out of his slit. I licked my lips. “You look good enough to eat.”

Don moaned, and another bead of pre-cum slipped out and down his length.

I bent down and licked the tip, tasting the sweetness.

I didn’t give Don any time to enjoy the prelude, just swallowed him as far as I could.

He was too long and wide for me to take him to the root, but I took him as deep as possible and worked the rest with my free hand.

I was used to being able to pump him with two hands, but that wasn’t going to work right now.

Still, I could make sure he enjoyed it—I was a skilled cocksucker.

Up and down, I bobbed, cheeks hollow. My tongue slicked over the underside of his cock, and just like humans, it was sensitive. Don cried out. I groaned at the sound, making him whimper. He buried a hand in my hair, not forcing me, but keeping me in place and connecting us even closer.

I licked the crown of his cock, prodding the slit.

“Vince,” Don said, almost yelling.

“Come, Sweetheart. I want to drink your release. Come for me.”

My mouth had just enclosed around him again when he cried and warmth rushed over my tongue. I moaned from the sweet taste and swallowed as fast as possible to not waste a single drop.

Don sagged back, panting. I cleaned him off, making him squirm, which I ignored, then crawled up beside him. He wrapped an arm around me and his tail coiled around my ankle.

“Now you,” he said, breath harsh.

I nuzzled his neck. “I’m okay.”

“Vince.”

I kissed him, silencing him. “Sweetheart, I’m fine. I want to take care of you. Sleep.”

Don fought me for a couple more minutes, but I kept petting his chest and nuzzling his neck, and predictably, he fell asleep. When I was certain he was deep asleep, I sat up to stare at him. My gaze slid to the metal crate with my stuff. Was I actually going to leave Don?

Anytime we were apart, I missed him so impossibly much. How was I supposed to survive months or even a year or two in the drakcol homeworld, then six months to Earth without him?

I couldn’t. I loved Don and I was unwilling to let him go.

I was that selfish. Don sure as hell deserved better, but fuck anyone who thought they could take him from me.

And yeah, I’d spend my life needing him and being a burden to him, dragging around my baggage, but I loved him and couldn’t live without him.

But what if Don’s soulmate came for him?

Panic pounded in my chest. If it happened after Don and I were mates, they’d be fuck out of luck, but it would be horrible for all of us.

If it happened before… My knees shook. Don would leave me.

And why wouldn’t he? I was a mess. Why would he stay when his soulmate showed up?

Someone who wasn’t dragging around a gazillion pounds of crap.

“Vince,” Don muttered, reaching for me. “Are you having a nightmare?”

I’d had nightmares, bad ones, every night since I was kidnapped, but that wasn’t the problem. I walked over to him and cuddled close. “No, Sweetheart. I’m fine.”

He placed a sloppy kiss on my forehead, not truly awake. “Sleep, my Vince.”

Pressing close, I closed my eyes and breathed in his vanilla scent. “I love you.”

Don moaned, but he didn’t return the sentiment. Yet. He would, and we had time. Plenty of time. Because I wasn’t leaving. I would kill that stupid soulmate if I had to. Don was mine. I did not deserve him, but I was sure as hell keeping him.