“If you don’t stop wriggling you’ll hurt your wounds and I’ll have to get Oz to restrain you,” he warns. I gasp as a rush of wetness floods from my core. Jude’s fingers still. “Well, well, well.” “What is it?” Oz asks. Jude’s smile is nothing short of devious. “I think our girl likes the idea of being restrained.” Oz hums. “River will be pleased.”
