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<strong>Hot</strong>, <strong>Hard</strong> & <strong>Howling</strong><br />
Nell concentrated hard and sent a small surge of power toward her wrists. She<br />
grumbled as the rope turned black in reaction to her magic, but didn’t break or even<br />
fray. Her wrists, on the other hand, felt like she’d banged them with a hammer.<br />
“Great plan, Nell! Push his wolf…yeah, that was just brilliant. Let’s face it, girl. The<br />
man does not want you.” She tried to adjust again. Giving up on being comfortable,<br />
Nell let herself sink into the bindings, stretching her arms for a moment instead of her<br />
legs.<br />
No. She was almost positive Trent wanted her as badly as she wanted him. Either<br />
way, she had to get out of this predicament before she could decide if it was Trent she’d<br />
misjudged, or her plan.<br />
Her shaky Demon power of telekinesis just wasn’t well directed enough to<br />
unbuckle the cuffs or untie or destroy the rope. She could try something less intricate,<br />
like breaking the top beam of the swing, but she couldn’t get out to the way of the bulky<br />
timber if she did manage to make it fall. More than likely she would make it explode<br />
and the heavy beam would come crashing on her head, catching her hair on fire.<br />
She looked down over her exposed breasts. “Just great, Nell. What if whoever tried<br />
to off you the other night is lurking around here?” She shook her head.<br />
After the attack, Nell had been badgered into taking turns staying at her sisters’ and<br />
Mi-Ma’s houses all week. It’d taken forever to convince Sonja and Trina that she needed<br />
some time alone. Now she was alone all right. At least they would miss her in a little<br />
while and come looking for her. Maybe Sonja would have a vision of her stupid ass tied<br />
up in the playground.<br />
Nell jumped a she felt the presence of something behind her.<br />
“Would serve you right.” Trent’s voice was stern in her ear. Adrenaline poured<br />
through her body as Trent grabbed her hair from behind and bent her head back.<br />
“Don’t say anything, Demon. You understand me?”<br />
Nell nodded. She had no intention of speaking and ruining anything. He pulled her<br />
against his chest and Nell realized he had shed his shirt. The heat of his body, the<br />
strength of his grip and the rough hairs on his chest all strummed at her nerves and<br />
heated her to boiling.<br />
Using his free hand, he traced a line up her side, not being gentle. His touch was<br />
purposeful, his nails slightly scratching their way over each of her ribs. With her head<br />
tilted back, she could see his face as he watched the trail his fingers made over her skin.<br />
He was savoring the tiny reactions her muscles made to his rough touch, the goose<br />
bumps left behind. When the trail reached the base of her breast, he paused, tilting his<br />
head as if to consider his path. Nell held her breath as his hand flattened and his palm<br />
closed over her flesh. He squeezed and she felt her legs tremble from the pleasure of his<br />
touch and the strain of being on her toes for so long.<br />
Trent grunted and stopped the attention he was paying her breast. She tightened<br />
her muscles as he dug in his pocket and Nell heard the snap of the pocketknife again.<br />
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