Blood In My Husband's Boxers Novels & Stories

His blood. ‘Tell me, where is my husband? Where is he??’ I screamed but when I looked up there was no one there to answer me. I ran, searching. Looking. And finding nothing but just then a stretcher rushed past me and I saw him. I ran after him. My wet feet slipping on the tiled floor. He didn’t look good. His skin was ashen. Burnt. Bruised. His lips looked slightly blue, cracked. And when I reached him I noticed his chest wasn’t moving even though there was an oxygen mask strapped to his face. And there was more blood soaking through the bandage at his side. So much blood. Too much.

I offer him my hand and he shakes it. “I am the doctor who is in charge of your husband’s care, Dr. Jensen. Your husband lost a lot of blood, but it looks like whatever was used on him barely missed his heart. There was a small spot that looked almost like a burn on the other section of his heart, but after spending time looking at it, we decided it’s not a threat to him. We were able to repair the wound and stop the bleeding. Your husband broke a rib upon entry of the item used… which we would like to talk to you about when you feel up to it.” “I don’t know what was used or how it happened. All I know is that I found him like that.” I breathe through the emotions swirling in me.

“Oh… no! I am sorry to interrupt your business. I will come later, I am sorry again Young Master…” I could hear Benjamin's hastily moving feet departing from my room after closing the bedroom door. “Argh! Are you nuts, Zara?” I shouted moving away from her. I looked down at my chest. The bandages on my chest were soggy and blood was dripping and reaching my abs. I looked up at my wife, her lips wrapped in my blood. “Are you a vampire? How can you bite me, argh?” I said scornfully, my wounds were burning like hell.

TANYA’S POV He ignored me, his body entire of a storm of suppressed rage. I stretched out my hand to touch him without thinking because I was drawn to soothe the fresh gash on his cheek. It was more like I wanted to feel it. I needed to confirm if it was indeed blood. It couldn't be right. There was no way my husband would return on our wedding night drenched in someone else’s blood. I watched him flinch away, his hand shooting out to shove me back.

He had three tonics with him and disinfectant with ointment. Fin came out of the bathing chamber, not shocked to see Jax there. "It's all over her. She says it doesn't hurt... but I am starting to feel it through our matebond," Fin said, loosening his shirt. Then Jax noticed red bleeding through his shirt. "Fin... are you bleeding too?" His eyes moved from Fin's back to the bathroom door where Nova was. His jaw worked once. Fin looked down to see blood coming through his shirt. "What the..."

A surge of relief washed over me before my eyes drifted to the man lying in the hospital bed. My husband was missing a shirt, and his stomach was covered with a thick layer of bandages. The blood stained the right side, marking where the wound was. Sucking in a sharp breath, I hurriedly scanned the rest of him, noting a few scratches on his handsome face. A knot formed in my throat, and the tears I had been trying to hold back finally streamed down my cheeks. The others watched in silence as I approached Hunter's bed. God, it was so embarrassing to cry in front of the others, but my stupid tears couldn't stop falling.

He groans his eyes dark. I spread his legs and then slide his pants down, followed by his boxers. His hard cock springs free. My stomach flutters at the sight of it, engorged. Its head purple, with thick veins coursing up the length of it. I take him in my hand and kiss the tip. "Hmm." I stroke him, and I feel everything straight to my core. His eyes hold mine and he cups my face, his thumb slowly sliding over my bottom lip. I smile as I lick up his length. I cup his balls, and holy fucking hell… my husband is everything.

Despite the silent room, my mind was racing with thoughts and emotions that I couldn't put into words. He got up in a fluid and aggressive motion and grabbed his boxers from the floor, slipping them on. I could still see the blood smeared across the V-line, just above the waistband of his boxers. Then my eyes fell on my thighs, the scorching burn and the pain in my lower abdomen have only worsened since he pulled away from me. "What the fuck was your relationship with those Outfit bastards?" his voice was so low that I barely heard it.

How funny. "I haven't seen you in so long. It's like I even forgot I had a husband," I greeted him. I saw his brow rise at my remark as he climbed up slowly. His long sleeve remained tidy despite the faint blood marks on the side, as well as on the coat that hung over his shoulder. The blood is not his. He went and had some fun.

He placed his hands over my mouth, his other fingers still stretching my core. “Be quiet Mrs, You were such a good girl, let’s see if you can take my cóck, just as good.” He lifted his hands from my mouth as he moved to unbuckle his pants. When he finally released his cóck from his briefs, I felt a new set of tears brim in my eyelids. He lined the cóck perfectly with my entrance. As the tip pressed against my entrance. I heard a yell from the other side of the room. “Are you insane!” My husband screamed as he stood, his chair scraping loudly against the hospital tiles. My heart skipped, I had forgotten he was in the room with us.