Grig gritted his teeth, trying to will the rampant desire boiling through his blood away. But it refused to go. Despite the danger, the dark, the fact that he didn’t know who this woman was, how she knew what she knew or had done what she’d done, or what she even looked like, his cock remained hard as steel. He fought the urge to thrust up against her heat. His fingers dug into the worn leather of her pants. Kall, apparently satisfied their enemies were no longer lurking about, sprang out of his grasp. “Well, that was interesting, but I think it’s time for me to go. So, you’re welcome for saving your life. See you around.” He heard the squeak of her heel as she turned and acted instinctively, pushing to a crouch and leaping for her. His leg and side protested, not fully healed, and a wave of dizziness swamped him. Still, he managed to catch her wrist. “Not so fast, sweetheart. You need to come with me.”
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