“It would have been better to give you a salve, but then he didn’t realize it was your leopard’s eyes that were damaged so severely. By shifting, you saved his vision.”
“Are we going to come back from this?”
“By staying in human form and keeping the light from your eyes, you’ve already begun the healing process. It will take time, but your vision will be fully restored.”
The doctor spent time patiently examining Gedeon’s eyes from every angle, putting drops in them to dilate them and then examining them again. “You won’t need bandages, but dark glasses are a must at all times. The salve in the eyes is also a must. Putting it in will be uncomfortable, but once it’s in, I guarantee it will make that burning go away. You’ll very quickly begin to see little blocks of light. Don’t rub your eyes or try to strain to see more. Don’t remove your dark glasses. Just be patient and let your eyes recover on their own.”
“I can leave the house?”
“Of course, but it would be better if you left in the evening when the light isn’t harsh. You will need dark glasses even at night. If for some reason you choose to go out during the day, you will have to wear more than one pair of dark glasses. You’ll have to black out the sun.”
Gedeon didn’t like the sound of that. He couldn’t see a reason for leaving the house during the day. If he left, he’d make certain to go at night. “Thanks, Doc. I appreciate you coming to my home.”
“I’ll stop by in a week to check on you unless you need me sooner. Have Rene call me.”
As soon as the eye specialist stepped out of the room, Dr. Eloi took his place. Gedeon had known him almost since he’d first arrived in New Orleans. The leg was swollen, bruised and infected, but Eloi was extremely positive about treating the infection with the right cocktail of intravenous antibiotics when the results came back from his lab.
“Stay out of your nightclub until I give you the go-ahead. You can’t put weight on that, so walk with the crutches I’ll send someone over to fit you with. And no physical activities for a little while. You tend to be a bit on the vigorous side, Gedeon.”
“Having a woman suck my cock isn’t going to hurt my leg, Eloi,” Gedeon objected.
“Follow my instructions. Someone will come to administer the IV antibiotics daily. Or twice a day. Don’t scare them off.”
“No sex? For how long?”
“However long it takes,” Eloi said, no sympathy in his voice as he walked out. “You can manage.”
5
GEDEON had never needed sex more in his life. He woke in a sweat, his cock harder than a rock. It was his own damn fault. To tame his fucking leopard, he kept Meiling with him, playing chess or reading to him until she keeled over, so exhausted that she just slept in his bed—his goal all along. He would accuse her of cheating at chess because she moved the pieces on the chess board for them both and he would change the positions deliberately when she got him something to drink.
He liked to hear her laughter. That laugh of hers put absolute steel in his cock. She always laughed when she realized he had moved the pieces when she returned with the drinks. Once she only pretended to leave the room. He called her on it because Slayer was well aware she was lurking in the doorway. Her laughter bubbled up like the finest champagne.
She was small and light, so it was easy to gently guide her to the center of the bed and position her body right next to his. Slayer liked her close. Gedeon told himself he was doing this night after night for his leopard and suffering the hardship of becoming desperate for sex, because his hands couldn’t help finding their way to her soft skin. She had the softest skin he’d ever felt. His legs tangled with hers. Twice his hands cupped her breasts.
He sat up, trying to control his breathing, trying to breathe away the fierce need. He’d always been a sexual man, but the urgency was so much more severe. His cock was a monster, so out of control. He’d always imposed such strict discipline on himself, and he’d wondered if this was the result—the one place he’d been unable to tame.
What was he doing, torturing himself? Why? Why insist Meiling sleep in his bed beside him? Was he really afraid she’d slip away in the middle of the night? He was a hunter. That was what he did—he found people who ran away from their responsibilities. She couldn’t run from him now if she wanted to. He knew her.
At first, she was reluctant to talk too much about herself. The more he disclosed of his past, the more she disclosed small things about herself to him. Not anything of her past, just little things. He knew she liked to cook and watched reality shows and bad movies. They made her laugh. She never watched horror films or anything where someone was bullied.