Disclaimer: All characters, that engage in sexual activities are older than 21!
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Kassandra's POV
Lex and Enya had just gotten to their tent and I had no doubt about what they would do. They were still relatively newly mated and the sexual tension between those two was nearly overwhelming.
But so was the presence of Ash behind me. His presence in itself had a way of unsettling every nerve ending inside my body, making me tingle from my head down to the tips of my toes. All at the same time. It was something so potent and earth shattering I had never experienced anything close to it before him.
And honestly it frightened me. At least emotionally. That fear settled in the pit of my stomach and made every nerve in me tense up from that simple worry of getting hurt.
And here was a major con to that situation - vulnerability. I hated being vulnerable and everything that happened today had made me very vulnerable and I had to rely on the people around me.
At the same time he had calmed me while he held me tight, as Aedan had cleaned my wound. However I was still a wolfborn and he was a human. Based on history we were enemies, at least we should be. In the last weeks Ash and I had built some kind of connection, that I had tried to keep strictly physical. I felt ashamed for the things that were growing in the depth of my mind and emotions whenever I was around him.
"Come on. We should go to your tent. I have to look at your wound again," Ash suddenly broke the silence between us. He pressed a kiss onto my left shoulder while I was deeply lost in thought. I flinched a little for which he apologized quietly.
"Everything is alright with you?" He was so aware of any change of mood or situation that it was frightening me at times as well. I sighed, but nodded my head and let him help me up. Once he saw my pained expression, he swung me into his arms and carried me into my tent.
"That is not necessary," I argued, a faint, red blush covering the skin on my cheeks. "I can walk on my own."
But he shut me off with a look and carried me over. It was clear to anyone with eyes, that my pain was immense and my strength had left.
And I kind of enjoyed his care, although I would never openly admit it. When I was settled on my own sleeping bag he crawled to my side. His fingertips started undoing the bandages while my gaze lay firmly locked to the ground. The memories of how tender he'd been were filling my vision, making me smile faintly at them.
"I will take it off, okay?" Ash warned, waiting for my confirmation before he undid the bandages completely, leaving my upper body bare once again. My nipples had already hardened, either due to his touch or because it was cold, fucking cold.
However he didn't even look at it. He completely ignored my breasts and was solely focused on his task, inspecting my wound very thoroughly. His thumb caressed the sensitive skin around my bruises, cleaning it up, until he was satisfied with its state. He started disinfecting the wound with alcohol that smelled heavily of antiseptic.
I tried not to hiss, as my head jerked backwards involuntarily, almost painfully at the strong sting that seeped through my skin, burning every inch around the cut on my ribs. But when the pain finally subsided and I could breathe regularly again, his finger followed with a generous amount of balm.
I looked at his face, while he did all of this, being careful, not to hurt me further and I smiled to myself. Not often he wore this unguarded look and I cherished the peaceful energy that resonated off of him, showing off his affectionate personality for me to see.