Wolf's Surrender: Part of the Immortal Ops World (Shadow Agents / PSI-Ops Book 1) by Mandy M. Roth Read Free Book Online Page B

seemed extra wrong for some reason he couldn’t explain.
    Didn’t want to bother to try.
    “Where is she?” he asked of the empty room. He’d become quite good at talking to himself since he’d been taken. Occasionally, someone listening in over the surveillance system would answer, nearly always being assholes when they did.  
    It seemed like hours since they’d taken Mae and he hadn’t seen anyone else since then. He didn’t want to think on what they were doing to her. He’d seen many women come and go since he’d been taken. For a while he’d desensitized himself from it all, but Mae had changed that for him. He felt a strange friendship forming with her. It wasn’t attraction, but he did care about her and her well-being.
    He heard footsteps and then smelled one of the guards. A snarl broke free from him and claws threatened to emerge from his fingertips. As his hate of his captors rose, he caught scent of something else. Something that didn’t make him want to kill. Something that seemed very out of place in the holding facility.
    Strawberries and mint?
    What a strange combination. His wolf took notice of it as well, wanting to know the source. It didn’t take long before his cock took a keen interest as well. He stiffened and tried to will his lower extremity into behaving. It had a mind of its own and currently it was thinking “Get bent, asshole, whatever is coming smells fuckable.”
    Blatantly, he reached down, took hold of himself through the hospital-issued scrub pants he wore, and adjusted. He found no relief in a new position. As the scent’s strength grew, so did the urge to screw a hole through the wall. His body was pumped full of so many drugs that he feared he might give in and hump the cement blocks. Rage at his captors rushed over him at the same moment intense need slammed through him as the smell of strawberries and mint grew even stronger.
    Looking through the display window into Mae’s cell, Brad watched as the door to her room opened. It wasn’t Mae who entered. A stacked, leggy redhead staggered in, her long hair falling forward, covering her face partially at first. The same need that had hit him at her scent, rushed through him even stronger, centering in his groin once more. With a groan, he held himself, hoping no one would notice just how much she turned him on. The people holding him were hell-bent on breeding the women, and Brad didn’t want them to realize just how much the redhead appealed to him in that manner. For the briefest of moments, he actually had a flash in his mind of seeing her frame swelling with his child.
    He had to shake his head to clear the image. As she flipped her long hair back, showing off just how stunning she was, all hope of him erasing the thought of having children with her was abandoned. Her gaze narrowed on the guard who had thrust her into the room. Nothing short of rage burned in her eyes.
    “Hey, I told you that Ezra said to bring you to this cell,” the guard said, lifting his hands in the air as if to show he was innocent in it all. “Stop looking at me like you want to rip my nuts off.”
    Brad’s appreciation of the woman increased. Anyone who was willing to give the bastards holding them a hard time was all right by him.
    “Oh, I do,” she snapped, her voice making Brad’s cock stir more. “I want to spoon feed them to you, asshole.”
    The guard nodded, his eyes widening. He made a motion to cover his groin area. “I know. Crazy bitch.”  
    Hearing the man call her a bitch set Brad on edge. His wolf pushed up, wanting out, wanting to rip the guard’s head off for daring to speak to the woman in such a way. He wasn’t sure how long had passed before he got something close to control of his beast. The guard shut the cell door and the woman folded her arms under her large breasts, drawing more attention to them. Not that they needed any help in that department. She was extremely blessed.
    He thought quickly of what it