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through
the anniversary weekend of her parent's death. Every time she reached for the
comforting warmth, the need to lose the pain impossible to resist, his voice
had called her back from the brink. For the first time in years, her body was
not aching from self-inflicted burns. She'd faced her demons, and she'd come
out the other side. No, this time her body burned from sexual frustration. And damn
him, she'd tried to pick up a guy and just have mindless sex, but it had
been useless.   How come the mere thought
of Grisha had her thong soaked through, yet any other
man left her as dry as the Sahara?
    Neeve took a deep
breath and treated the blond beefcake of a man leaning against the wall outside
the non-descript entrance to Club Ink to her best stare. He'd watched her
approach through hooded eyes, a lazy smile playing round his lips, yet despite
his relaxed stance, Neeve got the distinct impression
of danger. He looked ready to pounce, and sure enough he straightened up as she
stepped closer.
    Light amber eyes
assessed her, and Neeve swallowed past the sudden
lump in her throat. Was it a condition of employment that every male member of
Club Ink was at least six foot three, drop dead gorgeous, and built like the
proverbial outhouse?
    And why the hell did
they all seem to have an obsession with sniffing her? It was not as though she
smelled. She had a shower before she left! Neeve suppressed a groan and waited for the visual sniff inspection to be over. When
he seemed satisfied, he stepped back with a smile.
    "And who would you be, little one?" His insolent grin widened at her sharp
intake of breath. Little one? Condescending,
much?
    "I'm no one's little
one, thank you, and if you've quite finished sniffing me like a dog in heat,
I would appreciate you letting me in. I have an invite."
    The menacing growl
rumbling from the man's broad chest made her clutch Grisha's jacket a bit tighter, even as her female senses drooled just a little.
    "A dog in
heat?" He pinned her in place with those amazing eyes of his,
which seemed to change to a glowing yellow for an instant, before they bled
back to amber. Again Neeve was reminded of a
predator's stance as the man circled her slowly. She turned with him, mindful
to not turn her back. At least that's what she remembered from the self-defense
classes she'd attended. They'd had a rather unusual session on what to do when
presented with a dangerous animal.
    Keep them in your line
of vision, but do not look at them directly. Act submissive.
    She almost laughed out
loud at that. Act submissive. Acting she could do, however it didn't mean she
believed Nathan's preposterous claims, regardless of how her heart rate
increased at the thought of submitting to Grisha .
    A gust of warm air
behind her, as the door to Club Ink opened, alerted her to the fact that they
were not on their own anymore.
    " Jordayn , what would appear to be the problem?" Ink's
unmistakable deep voice held a hint of annoyance and right now was music to her
ears. She really didn't like the look of this Jordayn .
    He stopped pacing.
    "This little human
called me a dog." He snarled the words, and Ink laughed. Neeve spun around in amazement, and Jordayn grumbled something under his breath, something she couldn't quite catch. Ink
clearly did, though, because his amusement fled as quickly as it had appeared.
    "Watch it, fleabag. Neeve here is under Grisha's protection and by proxy under my protection, too. Show her the respect she
deserves."
    "Yes, boss." Jordayn bowed his head and flashed Neeve a smile. "She's not collared. How was I supposed to know?"
    Neeve's fingers
itched to wipe that smile off his face. Ink put his hand on her arm as though
he knew what she was thinking and moved her behind him. He, too, seemed to be
growling low in his throat, and Neeve took a step
back away from all the male posturing happening right in front of her. Jordayn spread his legs and crouched slightly. Had he been a dog, no doubt his fur would