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Hot, Hard & Howling
Chapter Three
The house was quiet when Trent returned. He’d spent the night in his wolf form,
high on a ridge that dropped dramatically to the valley below. It was the perfect spot.
He could see for miles and the rocky ridge behind him made for good protection. His
wolf had been restless, however…wanting. Trent fought for an hour or so of fitful sleep.
When he closed his eyes, she was there, the pained look on her face taunting him,
making his possessive—no, obsessive side roar. He wanted to be with her, protecting
her, shielding her.
Her youngest sister, Trina, didn’t stop him as he entered the house from the back
deck. She was watching TV with the volume low, the colored lights from the images
dancing over the walls. She gave him a tilt of the head to send him on up the stairs. She
looked tired.
He looked carefully through the bedroom door, expecting a hoard of Halfling
women to be surrounding Nell’s bed. He found her asleep, her face back to its golden
tan, her honey-blonde hair clean and draped neatly to one side, shining against the
white sheets. No sign on her face or shoulders of the angry red marks from the attack.
He looked into the bathroom. The body was gone. Perfumes, makeup and other bottles
and tubes were neatly lined up. The smell of jasmine lingered lightly in the air and the
grout was sparkling white. No doubt Mi-ma had something to do with that.
He turned back to the bed and his stomach tightened as he gazed at the angel lying
in it.
Angel? Where did that come from?
He wanted to move closer, to confirm that all those angry welts and blisters were
truly gone, to know his blood had saved her from an enduring pain. He stepped into
the huge room and inched to the side of the door, not toward her or the bed. He felt like
a voyeur. Simply watching her sleep was just as powerful as the images he’d had of her
in the shower, playing with that dildo. His cock was hard and his wolf was once again
restless.
He bumped into the dresser and several things rattled and fell. He tried to right the
candles but only managed to knock over something else and he fought an exasperated
laugh. Here he was, lurking and nervous in a woman’s bedroom. When was the last
time he was nervous about anything, much less a troublesome Demon Halfling?
It was the shimmer of the carving that first caught his eye, not the actual shape of
the object. Even so, his curiosity carried him over to the ornate chest in the corner of the
room. Displayed prominently above the chest, on a small glass shelf halfway up the
wall, was an intricately crafted onyx dildo. It must have been the one Mi-ma had
mentioned. He was by no means an expert on the subject, but the artisanship that went
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