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Book three of
The Venn Pack in Love
Captive Wolf
When Ryder
Venn sets out to do a favor for his alpha brother, Joshua, he thinks it’s just
an ordinary day. Little does he know the horror and adventure that awaits him.
Captured and tortured by shifter hunters, Ryder wakes to the gentle care of
Evie Thomas.
As Ryder
Venn falls in love with the mysterious girl who nurses his wounds and feeds
him, Evie discloses her reason for being part of the hunter’s group.
As Evie reveals her identity and plans to Ryder, they fall into
a heated and passionate love affair.
Meanwhile, the shifter hunters plot to
force Ryder into cage fighting. The trouble is just who or what will they make
him fight?
Deep in
love, Ryder marks Evie as his mate.
Gorgeous
Ryder will do anything for her.
Lovely Evie
will do anything to free him.
A noise brought his head up. It came
from behind him. A door opening, bolts sliding, hinges creaking, and then a
small gasp and muffled cry. Was some other captive being thrown in to be
tortured? Dread flooded his foggy mind. Was he going to be tortured again?
He closed his eyes. Maybe if they think I’m still unconscious they’ll leave me alone.
A dull clunk nearby sounded as if
someone put down a plastic container. Something else scraped the floor as it
was placed alongside the metal chair.
Ryder pushed down panic. He didn’t know
how to withstand more torture.
Gentle fingers traced a path along his
cheek, and a soft wet cloth was dabbed onto his forehead. Water from the cloth
ran in a swift rivulet down his face and his thirst drove him to try to catch
the precious liquid with his swollen tongue. It tasted vaguely of antiseptic,
but he desperately licked at it.
A female voice whispered, “You’re awake.
You must be in such pain. I want to take care of you, but I can’t free you, not
yet, anyway. Here, drink first. Not too quickly or you’ll be sick.”
A plastic cup of some kind was pressed
to his mouth. It hurt, but he opened his eyes and drank, gulping the water.
“Slow down, there’s a lot, and I’ll
bring more. I’m going to wash you now. I’m sorry if it hurts, but your wounds
need dressing or they could become infected.”
The voice belonged to a pretty young
woman. In his fog of pain, Ryder registered that and her dark wavy hair pulled
back in a thick braid that fell over her shoulder as she bent. She tossed it
down her back and dragged a bucket closer after placing the cup on the floor
next to a tall bottle of spring water.
Ryder gazed at her almost stupefied with
relief he wasn’t going to be tortured.
She brought out a white cloth from the
bucket, squeezed a little water from it, and then proceeded to clean him up. From
head to toe she worked on him, soothing, calming the injuries, rinsing the
cloth, bringing more water in the cup to his lips for him to drink.
She moved around the back of the chair and
washed the sticky stuff from his hands and wrists.
“What is that—on my hands?” his voice
scratched out.
She moved closer to his mouth, leaning
over his shoulder. “Blood, you’re bleeding in lots of places. I have to do
something about your genitals. I’m sorry. I have some cold water by the door.
You need them cooled.”
Ryder grimaced. “No.” Shame filled him. Bad enough I’m naked, but an unknown girl
washing me…down there…
She slipped a cool, delicate, hand
around his face. “Yes. I must. I’ll take care. Close your eyes. Think about the
ocean, a river, somewhere beautiful you know.”
She moved away.
Ryder jerked as his balls were cradled
in cool hands and then surrounded in cool water. She must have been holding a
bowl under him. A wet cloth traced the underside of his balls, all the way to
his ass and then back again, until it could go no farther as the young woman
wielding it reached the edge of the cutaway in the seat. Ryder swallowed a sob.
The tender way she washed him made everything worse. Her care made him feel
like crying, and he didn’t know why.
She brought her cloth, freshly squeezed of
cool water, to his flaccid cock, and washed him. She brought the drinking water
and gave him more to drink, and then she used splashes of it on the burns that dotted
around his stomach.
She stood back after giving him another
drink and searched in the button-down thigh pocket of her cargo pants. She
brought out a tube and a bubble pack.
She squeezed the tube, and smeared the
white cream that wormed out over his cuts and burns. Then she popped a couple
of tablets from the bubble pack, and made him take them.
“They’re pain killers. You need them.
Drink more.” She ran a gentle hand over his forehead after he’d swallowed down
the tabs.
They scraped his sore throat. He gulped
more water, trying to stop the feeling that the tabs had stuck halfway down to
his stomach.
The girl put down the cup of water and
squeezed out the last of the cream from the tube. She went around to his wrists
tied behind him.
Her soft touch on his wretched wrists
soothed him anew, and a sigh escaped him. “Thank you for this, for the care and
water.”
She murmured softly, “I couldn’t see you
in this condition. It broke my heart.” She came to kneel in front of him. “I
wish I could do more. I’m going to bring you food later. I have a lot of leeway
here. I convinced Steve—that’s the leader of this hunter group—to let me tend
you, only because of my association with his new deputy.”
Ryder gazed at her. She’d switched on a
low light that sat on a table in one corner to look at his wounds, and he could
see her eyes, the color of harebells, appraising him with a mix of concern and
tenderness.
“Where am I?”
Copyright Elodie Parkes, Siren Publishing
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