The Lycan King's Healer
The Lycan King’s Healer – Chapter 60

The s*x was explosive. It was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my existence.

We crashed into each other like a wreck, kissing violently and aggressively, like we hated each other again. I tugged at his hair and he gripped at my waist, his tongue dominating my mouth. I scratched down the back of his neck all the way down his spine underneath his shirt. He ripped off my clothes, as if he was angry I even put them on, and I was gasping for breath as I became vividly aware of the deadly weapons next to my head as he f****d me. We were not making love this time; we were avenging. I ravaged him, and he ravaged me, like a physical fight without the violence. Sometimes he took charge and other times I demanded dominance, and because of the sheer animalistic nature of it all, I felt my wolf nearly transitioning out of my human form.

He was growling in my ear, biting on my neck and my collarbones. I was doing the same to him, except harder, even drawing some b***d along his neck. I was so used to him holding back his anger, but I wanted it all, I wanted him to punish me by taking it all out on me like this.

We stopped when I noticed him wince in pain. I suddenly remembered he was in no condition to be doing this, and after he finished the first time, I made him stop.

“Really a mood killer when I’m hit with the sudden reminder that my husband is dying,” I said, helping him put back on his clothes by buttoning his shirt.

He looked down at me sheepishly, his hair tousled and his breath heavy. “I’m sorry. I want to live, Cathy. Mostly so that we can experience that again,” he chuckled before sobering, “I want to live a life with you and Theo.”

“I believe you, but you’ve been reckless,” I demanded, sighing.

He pulled me to him, nudging the back of my neck. “Punish me again then.”

I laughed, a part of me clenching at that, but I pushed him away regardless. “No, Aldrich. That would technically be a reward, not discipline.”

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed since we took cover in the shed and then proceeded to argue and then pour our frustrations into another kind of battle. The gray of the day gave us no indication of that either. As I finished putting my own clothes on, I looked at him nervously, the heat and pleasure of our session slowly melting away.

“When do you think it’s safe to leave?” I asked, frowning.

He picked the machete up again, shrugging. “I don’t know when it is best. I have no perception of time when I’m with you.”

“Not glad that the feeling is mutual,” I responded, “because now both of us don’t know.”

“Whoever it was is probably long gone, and if he has not retreated yet, he knows not to challenge me,” he said, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

“He knows he can if I’m here,” I insisted, looking up at him.

“I’ll shield you with my body,” he said as he weighed the machete in his hands, determining its value.

“You’re vulnerable with me.”

“In every way,” he winked at me.

“There’s no way you’re flirting with me right now in a lethal situation like this,” I reprimanded. I then scanned the wall of weapons, contemplating.

“Don’t even think about it,” he warned strictly, “a weapon is only going to slow you down. If there’s an attack, I will be the only one swinging while you focus on defense. You have no skills in fighting.”

“That’s your—”

“I know it’s my fault,” he finished for me with a grin. “One day, I promise.”

I sighed defeatedly, turning away from the wall. One day.

He thrust the machete into the air, holding it upright. “Alright, so we’re going to run out of the shed and head west toward the estate. Our beeline is for the back grounds then the back entrance. No stopping unless I instruct you to.”

He turned to me with the most serious expression I’ve ever seen him wear. “And do not,” he demanded, getting closer to my face, “roam even a centimeter away from me. Understood?”

I looked up at him, smirking. “What if I do?

“You suffer the consequences before you replace out,” he said, rolling his eyes. “You’ll be dead.”

“Alright, let’s get this over with.”

“You’re going to hold this shield to the back of you,” Aldrich commanded, grabbing a piece of armory from the collection. He handed it to me and I laughed, feeling like a knight in a fairytale.

He hooked his arm around me before slowly opening the door, evaluating the area. The rain was coming down in heavy sheets; I couldn’t smell or hear anything beyond it, my animal senses stifled. His seemed to be too, because he was frowning in dissatisfaction.

In a flash, we were running through the wet grass, the saturated blades hitting my ankles as we sprinted. The field was empty from what I saw, clear of any apparent threat, but also of any witnesses. Despite this, I did not feel fear. If I was with Aldrich, I believed he would be able to fight the devil himself with seamless ease. There was no greater warrior or creature than Aldrich. He was the best protector, but also the best partner to have in a situation like this.

Just as we were halfway to the estate, Aldrich tensed up, his arm around me a bit tighter. “Aldrich?” I called through the heavy rush of the rain, primarily focusing on not slipping in the wet grass.

“Stay behind me,” he instructed, interrupting our course to cut right toward the trees. I gasped out as we cut jaggedly in the direction.

“What are you doing?” I demanded with an edge of nervousness.

“I’m done with these games,” was his only answer.

As we neared the trees, I suddenly saw a silhouette lingering close by. The figure was running, but not fast enough. I screamed as Aldrich charged at him at full force; he grabbed the shield from behind me and twisted it to my front before tackling the escapee.

I stood there feeling like my heart was going to explode in my chest. Aldrich tackled the guy to the ground viciously; I did not even see any details of the encounter in entirety, only in flashes. I saw flashes of Aldrich growling and biting at the stranger through the rain, and I stood in a defensive position shielding myself just in case they flew my way.

Despite the panic, I knew not to scream or call to him or do anything to distract him. I was surprisingly rational and well-behaved in that moment, and I didn’t know if five or ten or twenty of them passed by before I saw Aldrich come out on top. I saw the machete slice through the air before slicing through the man’s neck, and I looked away, wincing.

Aldrich swiftly hurried to me, making sure I was alright. I looked back to him, nodding assuringly even though I probably did not look very convincing.

“Why–why?” I sputtered, dazed.

He pointed my gaze over to the dead body, then pulled something off the stranger’s back. “This is why,” he said, holding up a bow with a loaded arrow.