Chapter Forty-Eight
Boston hissed at her touch, her cheeks burning hot. I could smell her body’s response to being taken care of by her mate. Along with the harsh scent of the thick medicine that Vega put on Boston’s skin.
“Vega,” I said, moving to stand. The chain rattling, stopping me from going any further. I held out my hand to her, watching as she picked up the gauze. “Let me.”
She covered Boston’s wounds. Glaring up at me, her orange eyes blazed, “She is mine.”
“Then you take me to another room and you claim her.” My dragon filling my voice, the words harsh and growling. Her lips pulled back into a snarl. She liked being ordered around about as much as I did.
“Please.” Boston whimpered out and it was Vega’s undoing.
I stepped back, watching as Vega pulled her mate back against
