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Book three of
The Venn Pack in Love
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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