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As she turned away, V’s eyes followed her body . . . which no doubt meant that as soon as Zsadist was out of their hair, the new clinic wasn’t the only thing that was going to get worked on.

When Doc Jane and Z got to the PT suite, he went over and hopped up onto the gurney. “Thought maybe you’d want to use that table saw on me.”

“Nah. You already have one person in your bloodline missing a leg. Two would be overkill.” Her smile was gentle. “Any pain?”

“Nope.”

She rolled over a portable X-ray machine. “Put your leg up—perfect. Thanks.”

As she came back at him with a lead drape, he took it from her and settled it over himself.

“Can I ask you something?” he said.

“Yup. Let me get this done first, though.” She arranged the eye of the machine and took a picture, a short, humming burst rising up into the room. After checking a computer screen across the way, she said, “On your side, please.”

He rolled over and she moved his leg around. After another quick hum and a check of the monitor, she said, “Okay, you can sit up. Leg looks great, so I’m just going to get rid of this outstanding plaster job I did.”

She handed him a blanket and turned her back as he shucked his leathers. Then she brought over a stainless-steel saw and carefully went to work on his cast.

“So what’s your question?” she said over the buzzing as she worked.

Z rubbed the slave band on his left wrist, then extended his arm toward her. “Do you really think I could get these taken off?”

Jane paused with the saw still running, no doubt collecting her thoughts not only from a medical standpoint but a personal one. She made a noise, a little huh, and quickly finished shucking the cast.

“You want to clean your leg up?” she asked, bringing over a damp washcloth.

“Yeah. Thanks.”

After he made quick work with the tidy business, she gave him something to dry off with.

“Mind if I take a closer look at the skin?” she said, nodding to his wrist. When he shook his head, she bent over his arm.

“Laser removal of tattoos in humans is quite common. I don’t have the technology here, but with your help, I have an idea how we could give it a shot. And who could do it for you.”

He stared down at the black band and thought of his daughter’s little hand on that dense black ink.

“I think . . . yeah, I think I want to try.”

When Bella woke up and stretched in her mated bed, she felt like she’d been on vacation for a month. Her body was refreshed and strong . . . as well as sore in all the right places. And in spite of her earlier shower, Z’s scent remained all over her, and wasn’t that just perfect.

Going by the clock on the bedside table, she’d been out like a light for about two hours, so she got up, put on her robe, and brushed her teeth, thinking a check on Nalla and maybe a snack was a good thing. She was on her way into the nursery when Z came through the door.

She couldn’t help beaming at him. “Your cast is off.”

“Mmm-hmmm . . . come here, female.” He walked over to her, wrapped his arms around her, and bent her backward so she had to grab onto his arms to stay upright. He kissed her long and slow, rubbing his lower body and his huge erection into the juncture of her thighs.

“I missed you,” he purred against her throat.

“You just had me only two hour—”

His tongue in her mouth silenced her, as did his hands, which ended up on her butt. He carried her over to one of the windowsills, propped her up on the molding, unzipped himself, and—

“Oh . . . God,” she groaned with a smile.

Now this . . . this was the male she knew and loved. Always hungry for her. Always wanting to be close. As he started to move slowly inside of her, she remembered back in the beginning, after he’d finally opened himself up to her. She’d been surprised by how much he wanted to be cozied against her, whether it was during meals or when they were hanging with the Brothers or during the day when they slept. It was as if he’d been making up for centuries of not having warm, nurturing contact.

Bella wrapped her