บททั้งหมดของ Puck Me, Sweet Captain: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Liam's POVThe club is louder than usual tonight.I'm backstage getting ready for my second set when Draco finds me, face tight with something I can't immediately read.Draco is the set manager, he manages all the strippers, makes sure they are in optimal shape and positions to perform. He watches out for me, I think he suspects that I'm not here of my own volition"Full house," he says. "Word got out about you. Three more private bookings came in just this evening.""Good," I say, because it is. I need every dollar I can get, I don't know how this would affect my reputation as a doctor, if anyone recognizes me but I can't afford to care right now.He doesn't look like he agrees. He's leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, watching me fix my collar in the mirror."You don't have to do all three," he says."Draco." I don't need to second guess myself, I'm already conflicted as it is."I'm just saying-""I know what you're saying." I meet his eyes in the mirror. "I'm fine

Liam's POVI should be more afraid than I am.My mind keeps coming back to that. I'm looking up at Kai, half shifted, eyes gold, twice as solid as he was ten minutes ago, and my rational brain is sending every signal it has.But it seems like my body has stopped listening to my rational brain."Kai." My voice comes out lower than I intend. "Don't."He looks down at me and the gold in his dilated eyes seems to swirl."Don't what?" His mouth brushes my jaw. Not a kiss. Just contact, warm and deliberate. "Tell me to stop?""Stop," I say.He doesn't stop, not that I was expecting him to, the very fact that he bought my time tonight means he can do anything to me and me being a stripper in this establishment is already consent enough.His mouth moves to my neck, his lips press against it and my brain short-circuits.My hands are still pinned above me and I pull against his grip on pure reflex, I already know I'm not going anywhere, his strength in this form is something else entirely, the

Liam's POVBy the afternoon I can prop myself up on my elbows without keeling over in pain.Beatrice had come back twice, She gave me something for the pain and told me I could leave tomorrow if I actually rested, looked at me over her clipboard when she said actually like she knew I needed the emphasis.“You also should engage in really…vigorous activities for now, if you catch my drift” She chuckled then and left the room before I could one up her with a snide response.I'm lying there staring at the ceiling, thinking about nothing useful, when the door opens and Kai walks in. He's got a folder tucked under his arm and a coffee in his other hand which he sets on the table beside my bed without offering it.I grab it, and take a sip. It's the perfect temperature and just how I like it. I groan, being strapped to a hospital bed is so inconvenient.I watch him.He drops the folder in front of me.I look at it without touching it. "What is this.""Read it.""Kai-""Just read it, Liam

Kai's POVThe discharge process takes longer than it should.I stand at the nurse's station waiting for the paperwork while Liam sits in the wheelchair they insisted on, which he hates, I can tell by the way he's sitting in it. Back straight. Arms crossed. Like he's daring someone to comment.Nobody comments.I sign the last form, take the printed aftercare instructions that Beatrice hands me with a look that communicates several things she's choosing not to say out loud, and wheel him toward the exit."I can walk," he says."Hospital policy.""I know what hospital policy is, I work here."“Well, you're not working right now you're in a wheelchair so you're a patient”“Well I wonder how I got here” He mumbles, clearly irritated. I chuckle, I really did not mean to hurt Liam in the process, but my wolf had become too erratic that day and I couldn't hold it back any longer. He's still bugged about it, but I think I have a pretty good grip on myself right now, and in the near future to

Kai's POVDerek shows up on a Wednesday with no warning, which is typical spontaneous Derke, because Derek has never understood the concept of texting first when it actually matters.I hear the knock and check the time. Just after six. I look at the kitchen where Liam is sitting at the table with his laptop open, coffee beside him."Bedroom," I say quietly.He looks up. "Excuse me?""Someone's at the door. Bedroom, please."He stares at me. "Are you serious?"The knock comes again."Liam."He closes his laptop, picks up his coffee gingerly, like he's doing me a significant favour, and disappears into the bedroom. I wait until the door is fully closed, then open the front door.Liam is angry, but I really can't risk it.Derek is standing there with a six-pack beer and a takeaway bag. "Yo. You haven't been answering my texts.""I've been busy.""Hence the visit." He walks in without being invited, which is also classic Derek, and drops everything on the kitchen counter. His eyes move