The Scarlet Hunter

Chapter 39-2

Damon's phone vibrated with a text notification.

G. Jax: How's the situation?

Damon: It's bad, but managing.

G. Jax: Ice baths work well.

Damon: We're trying.

Damon: Still got eyes on him?

G. Jax: Yes.

"I guess there are two ways of looking at this situation." Damon put his phone down. "We're either assholes crossing way too many lines with the alpha's girlfriend." Galan winced as Damon continued. "Or, we're helping a stranded pack member and fellow warrior through one of the toughest nights of her life." Damon chuckled, "Not the first pack member we've helped through a full moon."

Galan laughed as well. "I like how the second one sounds."

"I do as well." Damon wrapped his hand around her head, feeling her temperature going up again. "So if we were only to think of her well-being, what are our boundaries? I have a feeling it's going to get worse, so if we can set the lines now, something we can stick to, I think it'll make it easier later tonight."

Galan grunted in agreement. "It would be nice if we could actually talk to her about it. She becomes lucid every once in a while. Do you think we could snap her out of this haze long enough for her to tell us what she wants, now that we know how much she's affected?"

"Well, what worked before?" Damon listed off, "Cold water, throwing up, and jacking off in front of her." Damon formulated a plan.

"Grab some ice, and let's see if we can get through to her before she gets deeper into this haze." Damon instructed Galan as he lifted a freshly aggravated Isla off his chest. "Good. I want you angry. I want you to break through this fog and help us out here, sweetheart."

He had Galan kneel down and put her on his lap, her legs on either side of his own. "You're killing me here," Galan complained. Her hips wiggled in protest and his imagination went to what was happening just over his dumb-handle. "Fuck me," the male groaned. Taking control of the situation, he leaned her forward, held her hair at the back of her head, and wrapped his other arm around her hips.

She was starting to shudder again, her temperature rising, her eyes darting around until they landed on Damon. He was coming in with another bowl of ice. Galan felt her calm as her focus fell onto the moving, naked, exhausted warrior walking into the room.

"Heh, she's found you again, man." Galan looked up at him. "You're starting to make me jealous here."

Damon sighed as he looked down on his best friend, naked, holding the woman of his dreams, naked. Her eyes were on him with the intensity he had seen during their training. Her breasts were hanging down, and between them, he could see her legs spread with her moon-swollen clit protruding from between her labia. She was dwarfed by the man currently restraining her, his massive tan arm clashing against her fair smooth skin. His dark hair highlighted her red locks. But for all their differences, they had their similarities too. Tattoos on their right shoulders, muscular bodies, and both were humorous and stubborn. Both sets of eyes were on him. Both were counting on him to know what he was doing.