Page 14 of The Hunter's Heart


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Which made her wonder just what Lucian was doing in his job as a hunter, because Antonio was clearly not a rogue – as he obviously had family who cared about his well-being – although she had no doubt he was a criminal. But more than that, her current situation made her wonder if she really knew the tattooed male at all. It was hard to think of a male she’d known nearly her entire life as being a complete and total stranger, but she couldn’t help but think that she’d been very foolish and naïve. He’d told her his life was dangerous, and she hadn’t really believed him.

She fucking believed him now.

Not that it mattered at all what she thought about anything.

The lock turned, and she tensed, wishing very much that she wasn’t naked and tied down. She might be able to handle the humiliation of the heat if she was at least wearing panties and a bra. But naked, on top of the straps, ontopof the warm-and-fuzzy horny feeling inside her, was just too much.

A young woman walked in, carrying a tray. A male held the door, his gaze raking over Mia. She blushed, her hands tightening into fists as she fought against the arousal that bloomed. She knew she wasn’t actually attracted to the male; it was the damn injection.

“I’m allowed to feed you,” the woman said. “Dario is my cousin. My aunt said you should starve, but Dario said that you need your strength for the next injection.”

Mia jerked on the restraints. “Let me go!”

“I can’t. Even if I could, I wouldn’t. Dario would beat me.”

Her mind spun. “I need to pee.”

The female bit her bottom lip and hesitated. Then she said, “I can get a bedpan.”

Mia groaned. “Never mind.”

So much for possibly tricking her into letting her free.

“I cooked a steak for you,” the woman said as she put the tray on Mia’s stomach. She jerked at the cool metal, and the woman apologized as she lifted plastic wrap from the plate on the tray. “There isn’t anywhere for me to put the tray but on you.”

“What’s your name?”

“Fawn.”

Mia’s stomach rumbled at the scent of cooked meat. “Fawn, can you ask Dario to let me go? I’m not important to Lucian; he won’t do anything for me.”

Fawn stabbed a piece of meat with a fork and gave it to Mia. As she chewed swiftly and swallowed, Fawn said, “Dario said that the hunter has no choice.”

“I wasn’t given one either,” Mia pointed out.

Fawn shrugged as she fed Mia another bite. “You tied yourself to a dangerous male. You brought this on yourself.”

Mia thought about protesting, but she knew it wouldn’t change anything. As Fawn fed her an entire steak, Mia tried to ask questions about Antonio and Dario, but after a while, the male at the door told Fawn to stop talking, and she did. After declining the bedpan, Mia watched as Fawn walked out with the tray.

“Your boy has thirty minutes to call or you’re getting another shot,” the male said.

Mia stared at the ceiling, not moving a muscle.

She heard footsteps, and the male loomed over her. Her body warmed further, her stomach twisting and her skin tingling. He inhaled and his eyes turned pale bronze.

“You smell good, little wolf. You’ll smell even better in a few hours when you’ve had the full course of injections and your pussy is hot and wet.”

He laid his hand on her stomach and she bit back a moan.

It’s the injections, not me. It’s the injections, not me.

“Get off me,” she said evenly.

“Aw. You don’t want to play yet? Still hung up on that human? I thought wolves were pickier about who they fucked, but I guess it won’t matter in a while anyway. The nest is taking bets on how long it will be before you start begging for cock.”

“Get. Off. Me!” she yelled, jerking on the bindings and rattling the bed.

The hand disappeared, and there was an angry shout followed by a banging sound. She turned her head in the direction of the sound and found Dario standing over the male, who’d been thrown into the wall.

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