Mated to the Beast of the Wasteland novel Chapter 59

Chapter 59 Field Work by Moonlight

Chapter 59 Field Work by Moonlight

“Merrick is wasted. Can someone come pick him up, or at least come watch him?”

The response came back fast.

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“Ma’am, we’re off the clock. You married the commander. When there’s no mission, the commander is your responsibility.”

Wow, they had said that with a completely straight face.

Gillian couldn’t even argue with it.

Even the work mules, scratch that, the Sovereign Guard, needed to clock out and go home to sleep?/

Before Gillian could fire back, a pair of large hands wrapped around her waist from behind and pulled tight.

“Gillian. Sleep.”

His sweet, low, magnetic voice sent heat straight to her earlobes.

Gillian’s whole body shuddered.

She could feel his bare skin pressed against her back. Merrick had actually taken off his pants.

Was Merrick really this quick with his hands?

A thread of psionic power shot out from Gillian’s palm and tied Merrick up in an instant.

She turned around and saw Merrick looking faintly pitiful. It was not a Merrick she knew how to handle.

Drunk like this, he was going to need something to sober him up fast.

“Lucian, do the medics have any sober-up shots? Have someone bring some over.”

Lucian didn’t reply this time.

Wow, the work mules really were off duty. They wouldn’t even answer her on the terminal anymore? Lucky for her, she’d added Number Two and Number Three’s contacts earlier that night.

Gillian pinged Number Two and hoped he’d come take care of Merrick.

The reply she got left her speechless.

“Ma’am, just so you know, any male beastman who took mild taint damage carries some kind of genetic flaw.

The commander can’t hold his liquor. The captain has a permanent resting murder face. Number Three eats anything that stops moving, hehe.

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Chapter 59 Field Work by Moonlight

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“The moment alcohol hits the commander, his higher brain shuts off. He runs on instinct. If he spots his soldiers, he’ll drag us out at three a.m. to hunt tainted beasts. Can’t be stopped. Too dangerous.

“So just keep him in bed and you’re set. Congratulations, ma’am, on unlocking clingy commander, two- hour edition,”

A man as powerful as Merrick, and his genetic flaw was that he couldn’t drink?

So Number Two was telling her he’d clocked out too?

Gillian wasn’t watching closely enough. Merrick, finding the psionic restraints uncomfortable, snapped through them like they were nothing.

The backlash nearly threw Gillian across the room.

Lucky for her, Merrick caught her around the waist on pure instinct and kept her from hitting the floor.

Then he scooped her up and headed toward the bed.

The moment they reached the mattress, Merrick pinned Gillian underneath him. He extended a finger toward the catch on her bio-armor.

His eyes were bright enough to make her stomach lurch. She caught his index finger in her fist.

Remembering Number Two’s warning that Merrick was running on pure instinct, Gillian put it together. The second he saw her, his instinct was to sleep with her.

“Gillian. Sleep.”

Of course. Merrick was a hopeless letch under all that command.

“Merrick…”

“Hmm?”

Merrick dipped his head and kissed her on the mouth, then grinned at her. “Gillian. Sleep.”

Gillian clapped her other hand over his mouth.

She knew his issue was genetic, which meant the sober-up shots wouldn’t work anyway.

But she didn’t dare leave him alone in the room either.

If he went wandering around naked, what was Mabel supposed to do?

Threads of gold psionic energy snapped out and found the metal studs scattered on the floor, then pressed them back against his shoulder blades and lower back.

At least she’d gotten him dressed again.

But the armor felt restrictive on his body, and Merrick wanted it off again.

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Chapter 59 Field Work by Moonlight

“Gillian. Sleep.”

Sleep, sleep, besides sleeping with her, could he come up with anything else?

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Gillian didn’t dare get loud with him. For one thing, she didn’t want to wake Mabel. For another, she was afraid she’d make him cry. Drunk Merrick was not a man behaving like himself.

“Merrick, be good. I’ll take you out and let you play, okay?”

Thinking about what she actually needed to do tonight, she kept her voice gentle.

Merrick looked at her and shook his head. “Play? No. Sleep.”

He was actually refusing her?

Gillian shoved with her legs and flipped Merrick onto his back.

Then she leaned down the way he’d just done to her and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Be good for me. I’ll take you out to play, okay?”

Once Merrick had his sweet little kiss, his eyes lit up and he agreed on the spot.

“Okay.”

Not bad. He’d held out for the bribe.

She took Merrick by the hand and led him back downstairs.

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