Page 3 of Finding His Way

She didn’t listen. Instead, she lifted a leg and positioned her foot on the back of the couch he’d planned on her staying bent over. The move opened her up more to his hungry gaze. Precum leaked from his cock, adding to ease the glide of his hand.

“And I said I’m bored.”

She trailed one hand down between her breasts and on to sink two fingers where she was wet. Where he longed to be so deep she didn’t breathe without him feeling it and where she’d always feel him even when he no longer resided within.

He stalked toward her. “Can’t have that now, can we.”

It wasn’t a question. He didn’t slow as he got into her space, simply moved one arm under the leg up on the couch, to give more support, smacked the head of his dick against her clit twice and thrust deep.

“Holy—”

“Sir. Sir. We’re getting ready to land, I need to you put your seat up please.”

Jeremy snarled as the flight attendant woke him before he could get what he wanted. The woman’s face was a blur, they always were but it didn’t matter. He knew exactly who it was that haunted his dreams.

Dianna Levitt.

Always had, since the first time he’d met her with her little group of friends. His cat had not shown much more than a passing interest in her initially. But the more he got to know her, her strength, her spirit, her passion. The more they’d both fallen for her.

A feeling which had solidified one passionate night in the jungle after a long sweaty night of dancing, celebrating and far too much drinking. A night that had been the last time he’d seen her as she slipped away, leaving him with nothing more than her memory and the scent of her embedded into him mingling with an overwhelming, possessive need to claim her as his own. An unknown emotion for him, never had he felt the call of his mate before then.

Tips of razor sharp claws pricked into his palm, signaling the loss of his iron control. Whomever took her, would pay.

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Dianna Levitt rolledher shoulders as she paced the small room she’d been held in for the past fifty-nine days. At least, that’s what she had been counting, perhaps a bit longer from when she’d been knocked on her ass, literally, and taken. Thirty steps long and fifteen wide. She had a small mattress that didn’t do much in the way of comfort, hell, it may have hindered. But she slept on it nighty, regardless.

Her long braids were gone and her hair sat shoulder length, a ratty mess she knew. Once a week, her captures took her out and doused her with water, not enough she could actually wash but enough to soak her clothes and make the next few nights unbearable as she shivered.

I’m so not in Miami.

Problem was, she had no clue where she was. After the car launched her ass over head and knocked her out, she’d woken here. And had no clue where here was. They never spoke, she didn’t get to see any part of them other than body size. The men were big. However, arms, legs, faces, all were covered.

Hell, she couldn’t even confirm they were men. Logic dictated the were from size alone, but she’d be lying if she claimed she’d not met some big women in her time.

Never one did anyone speak to her. She’d called out for days until she lost her voice. If there was a camera in here with her, she hadn’t found it. She woke, worked out, ate the pittance they considered food here, and worked out more until exhaustion took over.

A fact it happened earlier each day bothered her. The last thing she needed to be was weakened. Working out helped prevent that, on the other hand, it also helped keep her partially warm.

Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen.She continued her routine. A few spots had some straw on the floor, honestly, she moved most of that under the mattress to try and give her a bit more distance from the freezing floor. Every bit of insulation helped. She didn’t have a blanket and the nights here got fucking cold.

I’m lucky I’ve not gotten frostbite.

Hell, perhaps she had and simply didn’t know it.

If they were on the same schedule they had been, she should be taken outside today for another splash bath and she wanted to see if she could pick up on anything.

No one is coming for me. No one knows where I am. If I’m going to survive this, I have to get out on my own.

Honestly, she depended on herself more often than not, so this was fine.Sure it is.

Okay, so that insidious ugly voice in the back of her head that saidyou have no friends and are expendable, wasn’t helping. At all.

Friends? She had a few, but she’d distanced herself from all of them recently. Using work as her excuse. There were a couple of fellow badges that she worked with she would go out with on occasion but even that had been slowed to nearly nothing. The person she spent the most time with was her partner and she had no idea at all what had happened to him. He wasn’t her favorite and had become disgusted with the lack of ambition he had in his career and by effect in hers. She wanted to keep moving up, he seemed okay to float by on mediocracy.

Sometimes she believed he’d been behind her when she’d spun to find the car heading a direct line toward her. Others, she couldn’t recall seeing him at all, not since she’d taken point and headed to the end of the alleyway they needed to check out.

Human trafficking was serious and she would always go above and beyond to help solve cases and break up rings. And that’s what they had been there to suss out.

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