Chapter 136: Making Rip Jealous
"Doc! You’re back," smiled the fighter as Rip carried
into his cage.
We were still playing the ga that I couldn’t function on my own, but Rip made sure that I had at least one Reaver a week to snack on.
I hadn’t gained any weight yet and still looked like a walking skeleton, however, inside of our little cabin, I was thriving.
"Maybe if you would stop getting hurt inside the pit, we wouldn’t have to be here," grumbled Rip after I remained silent.
I hadn’t looked at the fighter since the first ti I had healed him; there was no point in knowing soone who was going to die soon.
Mind you, that military dude from before was still holding on, and he had been here almost as long as I had been.
Maybe I should learn his na.
Rip put my hand on the fighter, and I could feel my power flowing out of
and into him. It scanned his body as it concentrated on the injured areas. But, just as before, I didn’t feel the pain associated with the healing.
It was like my body wanted to heal him.
A broken fibula, a few dislocated phalanges, and a grade 2 concussion.
Not so bad, he must be a half decent fighter if this was all that he had happen to him. I’ve had to heal n beaten within an inch of their lives, thanks to the pit; what he went through was child’s play.
I was in what had to be the al hall when the camp was actually a camp for kids. The cages were still set up in the sa way as they were outside, but now they were side by side until there was very little room for soone not in a cage to move around.
"You fucking bitch!" scread one of the fighters. I scoffed at his words.
"Sticks and stones may break my bones," I murmured under my breath. This was one of those many naless fighters who tried to bring
over to their side, only to realize that I wouldn’t help them escape.
I had that happen once, and I was never going to be a part of letting that happen again.
"Hey! Reaver’s whore! I’m talking to you," the guy continued, and I could feel Rip stiffen under .
"Just ignore him," I whispered to Rip, not caring if the fighter could hear . "He’ll be dead soon anyway."
"You know sothing we don’t?" asked the fighter under my hand. I didn’t hear any sarcasm in his statent, but that didn’t an it wasn’t there.
"Those who talk a big ga tend to die faster here," I answered with a shrug, talking to the man for the first ti.
He stilled under my hand, but then a shudder racked through him. I quickly scanned to see if I had hurt him in so way, but I couldn’t find any damage.
"Have you seen the Monk yet?" asked the fighter, his voice cautious.
I shook my head. Probably. If he was injured in a fight, I would have treated him, but that didn’t an I had seen him.
"Maybe next ti," he muttered as I removed my hand and brought my arms up to circle around Rip.
"Wishing him a bad fight? I’ll let him know," smirked Rip, clearly not impressed that we were talking.
I hide my smile in his neck. A jealous Rip was a cute Rip.
Even if we couldn’t do anything more than so heavy petting, it was still fun to press his buttons.
Feeling my smile, Rip spun around and took us out of the large building and back into the cold wind.
"Hush you," he growled in my ear as I hunched further into him in a vain attempt to keep warm. It was only a few minutes before we reached his cabin, but even a few minutes in that wind was enough to make
never want to leave my bed again.
He tossed
on his bed, and I laughed as I bounced on it. "What?" I asked innocently, my big, strange eyes staring up at him.
I never felt the need to hide them from Rip, and he loved it when I looked at him like this.
"You don’t need to make
jealous to pay attention to you; all you have to do is ask," he growled as he prowled toward the bed. I let out a squeal as he pulled his shirt over his head.
I stared at his chest. The man was ripped in the best way possible; I swore his muscles had muscles.
I ran my hands up his chest and over his shoulders as I pulled him toward .
He had more than a few scars on his front and back that he wouldn’t let
heal until I was 100% better, but I loved them. They showed just what he had gone through and survived.
His lips t mine, and I got lost in his embrace; his scent and touch were nothing short of magic.
I tilted my head to the side to give him better access to my neck, and I could feel his smile against my skin at my move. "Only good girls get rewards," he humd as he continued to kiss my skin.
"I’ve been a very good girl," I assured him. "I’ve been eating all my als... listening to whatever you say... I haven’t even gotten in trouble."
"Yet. You haven’t gotten in trouble yet. But you knew what it would do to
to have to speak to the fighter," pointed out Rip as his sharp teeth started to gently nip where his lips were just kissing . His hand trailed along the exposed flesh between my shirt and my pants.
He had just started to raise the shirt more when there was a pounding at the door.
He moaned in my neck as he stood up from the bed and adjusted his massive cock in his pants. I smirked at him, loving the effect I had on him, and made my way over to my cage. I crawled inside and pulled the door closed behind .
Twisting the lock to make it look like it was engaged, I lay on my side and stared at the door as Rip let Alpha inside.
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