the thermometer from the nightstand and took his temperature, I found it was normal. Totally, utterly, wonderfully normal.
"Kyan!" I gasped, shaking him and he woke with a jerk, flinging me from the bed with the force of a battering ram. I hit the floor, rolling into the wall as he cursed and I fell apart laughing.
"Fuck, baby, I'm sorry." He shoved the covers aside, getting up and striding towards me. He knelt down as I continued to laugh and he gripped my hands.
"Kyan you're better!" I all but shouted and he took a moment as he realised he'd just gotten out of bed without needing me to help him for the first time in days, his strength returned.
"Holy shit," he laughed and I lunged at him, kissing him and devouring him and crying tears of complete relief.
He fell back onto the floor and I pushed my hands into his hair as I climbed on top of him, running them all over him before landing on his chest and feeling that strong and invincible heart of his pounding solidly beneath my palm.
"What's going on?!" Blake suddenly shouted through the door, banging his fist on it.
"Kyan's better!" I cried. "He's going to be okay."
"Fuck, shit, tits," Blake blurted. "Can I come in?"
"Don't be an idiot," Saint snapped then spoke to me. "Take Kyan to the bathroom and make sure he is thoroughly cleaned while I start work on his room. The incubation period has passed so as long as there is no residue of the virus in this corner of the house, he can come see us once he’s clean."
"Hear that baby? Saint wants you to wash my balls," Kyan purred, smirking at me.
I rolled my eyes but couldn't stop grinning as I towed him into the bathroom and shut the door.
I ran a bath for him, the whole room steaming up as Kyan took a moment to brush his teeth before I did the same. He gave me a minty fresh kiss before slipping off his boxers and getting into the bath. He dunked fully under the foamy water and I moved to kneel beside him, using a sponge to squeeze water over his soapy hair while he grabbed the bottle of bubble bath, pouring it all over his chest and lathering it up.
"What are you doing?" I laughed.
"Just doing a Saint approved job of cleaning myself to make sure I've got zero chance of giving them that fucking virus." He grinned then grabbed my hands, yanking me into the bath with him and sending water splashing everywhere. I started kissing him and he soon tore my clothes off with a frantic desperation. He pushed himself inside me and I gasped, clutching onto his shoulders as he gripped my hips and we started moving at a furious pace. I clawed at him as he squeezed and sucked my breasts, biting and marking me. We claimed one another with a desperation that meant it only lasted a few minutes and Kyan groaned heavily as he came the same moment I did. Both of us were branded with scratches and finger marks and I laughed against his shoulder as the strength went out of my body.
The amount of bubble bath Kyan had poured into the tub meant we were covered in suds which were also now floating across the floor in an inch of water.
"We’d better shower off all these bubbles," Kyan said brightly, spanking my ass.
I climbed out of the water, hearing Saint cursing from Kyan's bedroom as Kyan chased me into the shower and my giggles echoed around the room. I couldn't stop myself though. It felt too good knowing Kyan was okay. That I wasn't going to lose another piece of my heart to this wicked virus.
He kissed me deeply in the shower and claimed me slower this time as we savoured every moment, revelling in each other. He was sweet and soft and wholly unlike Kyan as he possessed me lovingly, panting my name and trailing kisses along my jaw.
When we'd been in there for what must have been nearly an hour, Blake banged on the door that led to his bedroom.
"Please come the fuck out, you must be clean by now. I swear to god if I have to listen to you fucking each other again, I'm gonna come in there and join in and I can't promise I won't fuck you too, brother, if my enthusiasm overflows."
"Alright, but I'm gonna pass on the ass fucking," Kyan called.
"I'm