Bisexual: Desired by the Tigers: Bisexual Menage Romantic Suspense (Menage, Shifters, Tiger, Romantic Suspense, Romance, Short Story) by Summer Cooper Page A
Authors: Summer Cooper
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her neck, and they walked back to their rooms.
In the light, Allison gently cleaned the wound, revealing several scratches, the one in the middle being the deepest. It looked like an animal had scratched her but none of the wounds needed stitches. She placed some antibiotic salve on the scratches, then taped some gauze over the wounds to keep them clean.
“That should do you, princess. I see Petra’s passed out already. I guess we won’t be going out again tonight then. I’ll sleep in here, if you want, and you can have the room with the single bed. Or do you want me to come in with you for a little while?”
“I’ll be fine; I think I’ll just get to sleep myself. What a screwed-up night. I’d report it if I actually thought anything would be done, but I doubt anything will be. Disgusting.” Gail shook her head, and just walked down to her room.
“What the hell is wrong with people, now?” She wondered aloud, putting her hand to her neck.
Letting herself into the room, she found some mirrors and contorted like a pretzel until she could see the wound. Oddly, it looked like it was healing already, the skin looking pink and smooth in spots, not like the ragged one in the middle, red and still weeping blood slightly. Snapping her compact shut she moved the mirrors, changed her clothes, and got back into bed, thinking she’d check it again tomorrow. The scratch being on her neck was worrisome, but she really didn’t want to go to A & E, it was just too frustrating. Closing her eyes she drifted off to sleep, wondering what possessed some people, because obviously something did.
Her dreams were filled with hazel eyes, fire, and the body of a really fit man. A very tall man, taller even than Gail herself. His body was covered in well-defined muscles giving hints of the power and precision the man possessed. She tried to see his face, following him, putting her nose to the ground to keep track of his scent, a scent that filled her head with colours and sounds. She hunted him down a dark alley in the hopes of catching a glimpse of the man, but every time she caught up, pulling him to face her; he’d disappear, reappearing just steps ahead of her. She chased the dark-headed man, as the alley turned into a dense jungle before her very eyes, and still the man evaded her, every single time Gail would get close. She cried out, frustration making her ball up her fist, and finally she woke up, her own frustration driving her out of the comfort of the bed.
Reaching a hand up to her neck, she felt some soreness but no stinging pain or heat that would signal infection. Taking her mirrors back out, she looked at the wound again only to find it gone, even the deep one from the middle was nothing more than a scar now. Shaking, she ran into Petra and Allison’s room to wake them.
“It’s gone; it’s healed, wake up, look! You’re not going to believe this!”
“OH, Gail! Ouch! Why do you have to be so loud so early? Hush woman!” Petra moaned miserably, pulling her pillow back over her head. “What are you on about anyway? What happened last night?”
Rolling her eyes at Petra, Gail turned to Allison who’d sat up and was inspecting Gail’s neck.
“Do you see? It’s completely healed!” Gail shivered as Allison ran her finger over the scars, the light touch on her neck not uncomfortable or painful, but still somehow a weird sensation. Turning to Allison she looked questioningly at her friend.
“How is this possible?” Gail asked her.
“How should I know? I’m not a doctor or medic! It is well strange though!” Allison looked back at her friend with confusion.
“What are you two blathering on about now?” Petra stuck her head out from under her pillow, her curiosity bringing her around to the land of the living.
“Gail was attacked last night, don’t you remember?” Allison prompted the other woman.
“No, not a thing. Lemme see.” Petra clambered out from under her duvet, naked but for her
In the light, Allison gently cleaned the wound, revealing several scratches, the one in the middle being the deepest. It looked like an animal had scratched her but none of the wounds needed stitches. She placed some antibiotic salve on the scratches, then taped some gauze over the wounds to keep them clean.
“That should do you, princess. I see Petra’s passed out already. I guess we won’t be going out again tonight then. I’ll sleep in here, if you want, and you can have the room with the single bed. Or do you want me to come in with you for a little while?”
“I’ll be fine; I think I’ll just get to sleep myself. What a screwed-up night. I’d report it if I actually thought anything would be done, but I doubt anything will be. Disgusting.” Gail shook her head, and just walked down to her room.
“What the hell is wrong with people, now?” She wondered aloud, putting her hand to her neck.
Letting herself into the room, she found some mirrors and contorted like a pretzel until she could see the wound. Oddly, it looked like it was healing already, the skin looking pink and smooth in spots, not like the ragged one in the middle, red and still weeping blood slightly. Snapping her compact shut she moved the mirrors, changed her clothes, and got back into bed, thinking she’d check it again tomorrow. The scratch being on her neck was worrisome, but she really didn’t want to go to A & E, it was just too frustrating. Closing her eyes she drifted off to sleep, wondering what possessed some people, because obviously something did.
Her dreams were filled with hazel eyes, fire, and the body of a really fit man. A very tall man, taller even than Gail herself. His body was covered in well-defined muscles giving hints of the power and precision the man possessed. She tried to see his face, following him, putting her nose to the ground to keep track of his scent, a scent that filled her head with colours and sounds. She hunted him down a dark alley in the hopes of catching a glimpse of the man, but every time she caught up, pulling him to face her; he’d disappear, reappearing just steps ahead of her. She chased the dark-headed man, as the alley turned into a dense jungle before her very eyes, and still the man evaded her, every single time Gail would get close. She cried out, frustration making her ball up her fist, and finally she woke up, her own frustration driving her out of the comfort of the bed.
Reaching a hand up to her neck, she felt some soreness but no stinging pain or heat that would signal infection. Taking her mirrors back out, she looked at the wound again only to find it gone, even the deep one from the middle was nothing more than a scar now. Shaking, she ran into Petra and Allison’s room to wake them.
“It’s gone; it’s healed, wake up, look! You’re not going to believe this!”
“OH, Gail! Ouch! Why do you have to be so loud so early? Hush woman!” Petra moaned miserably, pulling her pillow back over her head. “What are you on about anyway? What happened last night?”
Rolling her eyes at Petra, Gail turned to Allison who’d sat up and was inspecting Gail’s neck.
“Do you see? It’s completely healed!” Gail shivered as Allison ran her finger over the scars, the light touch on her neck not uncomfortable or painful, but still somehow a weird sensation. Turning to Allison she looked questioningly at her friend.
“How is this possible?” Gail asked her.
“How should I know? I’m not a doctor or medic! It is well strange though!” Allison looked back at her friend with confusion.
“What are you two blathering on about now?” Petra stuck her head out from under her pillow, her curiosity bringing her around to the land of the living.
“Gail was attacked last night, don’t you remember?” Allison prompted the other woman.
“No, not a thing. Lemme see.” Petra clambered out from under her duvet, naked but for her
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