Alpha Chase
Thank fuck for shifter healing, because it feels like he’s rearranging my damn insides in his quest to remove it.
“When I said I liked you inside of me, this isn’t what I meant,” I pant, sweat beading on my brow as he fishes for the bullet like he’s digging around in the bottom of a handbag. It’s taking everything in me not to cry out in pain right now, but I don’t want to discourage him from his task. If he doesn’t get this bullet out, I can’t heal.
“The fuck are you doing?!” Jax asks in alarm, crouching down beside me in all his naked glory and knocking his shoulder into Chase’s. “You were supposed to wait for me to-”