then buried his cock deeper than she thought possible. His hips stuttered, and she could feel his cock move inside her as he came. She reveled in his ecstasy. She wanted to memorize this moment, to always remember how happy and relaxed and loved he looked as he spent his seed deep within her.
Feeling such incredible love for him, she clasped his face and dragged him down for a kiss. She wanted to tell him how much she loved him, how far she would go for him. She wanted him to know how special he was to her. She wanted him to know that there was nothing he could do that would ever change her love for him.
Terror caressed her face and kissed her tenderly. It was a gentle, seeking kiss that assured her he understood what she couldn’t say. Maybe he wasn’t ready to admit to loving her. Maybe he never would. It should have bothered her, but it didn’t. She accepted him as he was, not as she wanted him to be.
My love is enough for both of us.
Chapter Twenty
“Are you sure you don’t want me to knock you out?” Terror warily eyed Maisie as she prepared herself for the tabletop surgery he was about to perform. After some much-needed rest, a hot breakfast and another round of slow, teasing lovemaking, it was time to remove that chip.
“I’m fine,” she assured him and climbed onto the table.
I’m not.
Never had he hesitated to pick up a scalpel or sutures to help a fellow soldier, but this was Maisie. The thought of slicing her scalp and digging around for the chip Devious had hidden there turned his stomach. What if he misjudged the depth of the incision? What if the chip moved and he had to search for it? What if he nicked something that wouldn’t stop bleeding? What if the antibiotic preparations he had taken from the safe house weren’t strong enough to kill an infection? So many things could wrong when things finally seemed to being going right.
Accepting that this had to be done, he steeled himself for the procedure he was about to perform and the pain he was going to cause her. Maisie remained calm and relaxed as she got situated on the table, placing her head on the folded towels and situating her bare legs in a way that was comfortable. Having spent most of their morning with his face buried between those enticing legs, he now knew there was a tiny birthmark on her inner left thigh in the shape of a bat. He found it amusing and hoped to discover more interesting, intimate details like that.
Maise touched his hand and smiled up at him. “It’s okay, Terror. I trust you.”
“Trusting me in bed and trusting me with a scalpel are two different things,” he insisted rather grumpily.
“Are they?”
He frowned at her pointed question. Leaning down, he kissed her tenderly. “I’m going to shave the area, clean it and then numb it. I’ll start the removal after that.”
“Okay.” She inhaled a deep breath and closed her eyes. He was glad to have her gaze off of him as he worked to locate the chip and then shave a small rectangle. He cleaned his hands again and set up a sterile field using the supplies Pam had given him.
He gloved up, finished cleaning Maisie’s prepared scalp and let the solution dry. He uncapped a syringe loaded with numbing medication and placed a warning hand on her shoulder to let her know there was going to be some pain. She reached up and squeezed his hand, and he was struck yet again by how damn tough his mate was.
There was no denying that anymore. They were mates. If she wanted a wedding like Hallie, he would make sure it happened. If she wanted a collar, he would get her one. If she wanted none of those things, he was perfectly fine with it. He would follow her lead on their relationship and let her set the boundaries and rules.
Terror guided the needle into her scalp in different areas to make sure the numbing solution was spread around to give her plenty of pain coverage. He capped and set aside the empty syringe and prepared his other tools while the medication took effect. Scalpel. Forceps. Sutures. Gauze. Irrigation syringe. Wound glue. A basin for the chip.
He touched Maisie’s shoulder again, making sure she was ready, and pinched the skin he had just numbed with the blunt forceps.