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her from both the pressure in her bladder and her dry throat. She'd come to a few hours ago, her wrists tied together and looped over a hook that fastened in the ceiling. The man dressed in black had sat in a chair in front of her and laughed out loud when she awoke with a start and then scrambled to find her footage on the floor. The bastard had hung her just high enough to where her toes nudged the ground, but not enough to get traction so she could relieve her arms from taking the brunt of her weight.
However, she thought their attention was due to a
the dark blue of the swirling waters underneath.
She opened her mouth to say something, probably a protest of some sort, but Justice grabbed her shoulders and propelled her out of the apartment. “That’s settled, then,” he said. “Let’s discuss the details on the way back to the Pack House.” He grinned at Arek over his shoulder. “If I were you, Doctor, I’d negotiate a big salary with smashing benefits.” Great, now his enforcer was working for the witch.
Mine, the wolf roared. Ours. Arek could no longer resist the pull. He leaned down, his hand sliding from her shoulder down her back, pressing her against him. He buried his other hand in her glorious hair, and he crushed his lips against hers. A moan escaped her lips, and he slipped his tongue inside her