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of her own. Still touching one breast with one hand, she ran her other hand down her stomach and past the curl of hairs and to her pussy. She was wet, and not with the water.
    Keta sat with her back against the wall, her legs spread wide. The water sprayed directly onto her, pounding against her clit as she dipped one finger inside of her, and then two, feeling herself clenching around her fingers tightly. She rubbed her clit with her other hand, abandoning any attempts to keep touching her breasts as she once again imagined Elijah’s fingers inside of hers, his thumb circling her clit softly, his deep voice whispering naughty things in her ear as she came.
    Oh shit!
    Her body bucked as she grabbed the side of the bath, lifting her body up to the spray of water as her orgasm took over. Her head fell back on her shoulders, her mouth wide open in a silent scream while her clit pulsed.
    When the pleasure became too much, Keta got to her shaking feet, breathing heavily while she rested her forehead against the cold tiles on the wall. Once she had her breath back, she began washing her body carefully, avoiding her clit until the last second.
    After towel drying her hair, she wrapped a towel around her body and headed out of the room, only to stop dead in her tracks.
    Elijah lay on her bed, fully clothed in black jeans, a white shirt and boots. “I hope you don’t mind. I’d rather be dressed than walk around naked.”
    Keta shook her head, lifting her hands together. It’s fine. She thought he looked like a rogue pirate. A sexy one.
    Avoiding his stare, Keta opened her wardrobe and searched through the collection of leather clothes she had—corsets, skirts, trousers, all steampunk. She chose these types of clothing because when she shifted, her clothes normally didn’t rip. Her underwear did but that was a loss she’d learnt to live with. Keta also thought she looked good in the leathers.
    After pulling out some lace knickers, a brocade corset with chains and a belt and a brown gathered skirt, Keta walked out of the room and back into the bathroom so she could change.
    “Leathers look good on you.”
    Keta ignored Elijah as she pulled on a pair of open-toed knee-high, heels. She didn’t plan on hunting today, not with Elijah with her. Even if she could lose him, he’d only use his heightened wolf senses to track her down.
    Keta rubbed a hand over her chest. She missed her family. Missed the life she had. She couldn’t go home. Not now, not ever. Not after what they did.
    Too much pain.
    Keta faced Elijah. What do you plan on doing? She knew he wanted to talk as much as she wanted to know about his command.
    Elijah got to his feet and stretched. “I need to go out. We can talk on the way.”
     

Chapter Four
     
     
    Keta didn’t sign as they headed towards Katrina’s home. Her hands clenched into fists by her side while she turned her head to watch for others.
    Elijah didn’t mind not talking, but he had a feeling her thoughts were where she didn’t want them to be. “Aren’t you at all curious to know where we’re going?”
    Yes, but then it’s none of my business.
    “True. I have a feeling you’ll be able to help me, however. Rio came to me today before you blew up the mansion. His daughter, Katrina has gone missing and he has left it up to me to search for her.”
    Keta frowned. Why?
    “Because he’s a bastard and doesn’t like to do his own dirty work.”
    Is that what this is? Keta stopped walking. Finding his missing daughter is dirty work? Don’t you care?
    “Of course I care, Keta. That’s the problem. I care more than he does and that’s why I’m looking for her. He couldn’t give a shit about his family. If anything makes him look bad, it has to be dealt with one way or another. I’m that one way or another.” Elijah ran a hand through his hair. “If he cared, he would have searched for her as soon as he knew she was missing instead of waiting for months after to even mention