Prey

Chapter 19 - Weakness

I awoke with a pounding headache. Groaning in pain I slowly sat up as the room came into focus, quickly noticing it was empty. The lights were dimmer than usual. It was welcome due to my intense headache.

Brief flashes of the previous night ran through my head but they were so vague and muddled that I couldn't put the pieces together. There was a cloudy haze.

Slowly I hopped down from the bed and went about taking care of my bodily needs for the morning. In the bathroom I had to situate myself on the giant toilet so I wouldn't fall in, feeling instant relief once I was finished with my business and had washed my hands.

It seemed I had a wild night.

Looking in the floor-length mirror on the wall next to the sliding door I touched my face trying to find any hints of what went down the previous night.

To my frustration I found nothing.

I was finger combing my hair out when I heard the whoosh of the sliding door open in the main area outside. Immediately a familiar smoky scent filled the air.

As always it smelled fucking divine. I still wished I had a way to make it into a candle somehow. Surely Yautja had candles right? Surely they could make one if I were to be that bold and ask someone.

I quickly dismissed the idea with a shake of my head. Immediately I regretted the quick motion and groaned from the pounding that became worse momentarily. It felt like something was trying to crack my skull open with a hammer from the inside. Returning to lie down was my next idea.

Drogaxe was seated on the couch removing his armor. Even though his wide scarred back was to me, as I clambered onto the bed, I couldn't help but admire the beauty of his skin. I noticed new jewelry here and there in his dreads; little strands of beads hanging from metallic silver jewelry. In the dim lighting of the room he looked beautiful and deadly.

I curled up on the side I had woken up on and snuggled into the pile of pillows, pulling the blankets up to my chin. Instead of waking up next to him, I had woken up with every blanket I had piled on top. The fact that he had tried to make me comfy in sleep was nice.

I loved him even more for the small kindness. Yeah, I loved him so much that it almost hurt.

His hair adornments tinkled as he left the couch to come kneel next to me on the bed. He wore a red loincloth that covered his sex and behind, the fabric wide enough to end in the middle of his thick muscular thighs. I had to stop myself from ogling him as a massive scaled hand came to rest on my forehead.

"I have hailed the clan medic. He will help you with your hangover." That large hand trailed gently down my face, his claws leaving tingles in their wake. His expression was soft and those stormy indigo eyes filled with concern. "I'm glad to see you awake so quickly, my mate."

"What happened last night? I can't remember a damn thing. All I know is I woke up with this nasty headache." I whimpered as the headache decided to rear its ugly head as I tried to scoot closer to my man.

He quickly lied on the bed and pulled me on top of his wide muscled chest. The blanket was placed on top of me once more and his arms held me in his embrace. His breath huffed in my hair as he slowly moved to sit up against the headboard being careful to not move me too quickly.

"You do not remember? Anything at all?"

Instead of shaking my head like I wanted to, I just said no. His chest rumbled as he grunted his response. Soft purring from him helped to calm me down considerably, especially being in the comfort of his embrace.