Healing the Fox by Michelle Houston Page B

pain he had to have been in, the other shifter had been smart enough not to attempt to shift back to his human form.
    The majority of the books got it wrong in that regard. Shifting did not heal injuries. In fact, the realignment of molecules that occurred in going from one form to another could further the damage. The best option was to stay in the same form the injury happened in, and to let his heightened metabolism and immune system respond.
    "It looks like everything is good. So, you should be back to normal in a few more days.” Unless, that was, his mind had taken a hike. “Do you remember your name?"
    The shifter licked his lips and paused, seeming to search for the information. “Christian. Cris."
    Heaving a mental sigh of relief, Scott continued to ask Cris questions, slowly pulling out the information Cris remembered from his injury and the past few days. After several minutes, he called a halt to the conversation.
    "Alright then, let's get some food into your system."
    Christian tried to move himself upright in the bed, but Scott ended up having to help him. As he pressed against the other man's chest, Scott tried to ignore the rush of arousal that swept over him. The man needed his care, not his lust.
    Forcing that thought into the forefront of his mind, he headed to the kitchen to cook up a quick can of soup. Returning as soon as he could, he found Cris leaning back against the wall, his dark lashes shadowing his cheeks as he dozed.
    Regretfully, Scott shook him awake, knowing he needed food as much as rest at this point in his recovery. As he settled several pillows behind his patient and sat down on the bed beside him, the tray settled over his lap, he watched Cris—the fluid way he moved his hands despite his exhaustion, the way his throat bobbed with each swallow, the way his lips pursed around the spoon.
    Working together, they managed to get the warm soup and most of the bread into Cris before he started nodding off. By the time Cris’ soft snores filled the room, Scott was completely under his spell. Adjusting his erect cock to a more comfortable position, he headed out of the room, leaving the door open a crack where he could hear if his patient needed anything during the night.
    As he undressed and stepped into the shower, he couldn't help but remember how Cris had looked, his tan skin against the soft cream of the sheets. His lithe body completely uncovered, the golden highlights in his red hair were a perfect match to his fur in animal form.
    Sliding a soap-covered hand down his chest, Scott gave in to the urge and stroked his cock, gliding up and down the length as he fantasized about the other shifter. He wasn't sure enough yet what his personality was to determine if he would be dominate or submissive, but Scott hoped Cris was a switch like him, someone who felt comfortable in either role. Unlike the larger predator species, Scott hadn't had to worry too much about controlling himself with human partners, so he had never lacked for companionship, but there was something about being around another fox shifter, especially one as attractive as Cris, that was giving him ideas about the future.
    Closing his eyes, he glided his hand up and down his erection, rolling his palm over the tip, then stroking back up. He could feel his balls tight against his body, the need to orgasm riding him hard. Pumping his fist faster, he tightened his grip. Up and down, up and down, blood throbbing in his cock, he jerked himself off until with a soft groan he came. Jets of cum splattered against the shower wall as his orgasm claimed him, almost sending him to his knees. In his mind's eye he could see the redhead kneeling before him, mouth open, eager to drink his cum.
    With a soft sigh, he leaned back against the cool shower wall.
    * * * *
    The next day passed fairly quickly, with Scott finishing up the last of his chores and spending as much time as he could with his house guest between his frequent naps. Although