With a speed that Brodie obviously hadn't been expecting, Angelina grabbed her mop of hair and yanked down her head to connect with Angelina's sharply rising knee. There was a crunch – her nose, probably. Then she flung a squealing yet dazed Brodie aside and watched as she landed awkwardly on her ass. "I am now."
Ignoring the claps and cheers – did all guys love watching females fight? – Angelina continued making her way to the office. Roger unlocked and held open the door, allowing them all to enter before then clearing off the surface of his bureau. The guys then carefully laid Ashley on top of it.
Knowing the drill, Nicole opened the window and then stood against the far wall with Jase, Joel, Roger, and Richie to give Angelina some space. She placed her palm over Ashley's forehead and, as quick as that, there were patches of luminous lights shining through Ashley's skin, indicating where the most damage was done by the drug Ashley had taken. The first light was coming from her stomach, making her baby pink dress give off a neon glow. The other was beneath her scalp, gleaming behind her red hair.
Angelina bent over and opened Ashley's mouth as if she would give her the kiss of life. It wasn't quite far from the truth. She put her mouth to Ashley's and then inhaled deeply until she tasted the foulness she had been expecting. When she could breathe in no more, she lifted her head and turned it toward the window before blowing all the foulness out of her lungs. It escaped her mouth in a whoosh of what looked like black particles and zoomed out of the window.
She repeated the process over and over until Ashley's stomach and scalp no longer glowed, indicating that all of what had been polluting her insides was gone. Angelina then stumbled backwards, breathless and a little weak. "She should wake up soon."
Jase urged her onto Roger's leather office chair and placed a bottle of water into her hand.
Joel shook her head. "No matter how many times I see you do that it always amazes me."
"So…you extracted the drug from her system?" asked Roger.
"No," said Angelina. "I can't explain it well, but it's like I extract the badness."
"Like…the bad effects of the drug or illness or injury?"
Nodding, she replied, "Kind of, yeah."
"That was so cool," gasped Nicole. "Even cooler than when you broke Brodie's nose. You going to heal her?"
Angelina tilted her head as she considered it. "Nah."
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Three times Jasson had strolled the length of the bar, searching for Angelina. Where the hell was she? For a second, he wondered if she had backed out, but the thought had left his head as quickly as it came. Angelina Wilgoz wasn't the type to wriggle out of a deal.
He knew she had been in this exact spot not so long ago. Her scent still lingered and it was reasonably fresh. His wolf growled at the exotic smell, wanting to hunt her down. To hunt her down and mark her, claiming her as his.
"Her scent disappeared not far from here," said Daniel as he reappeared at his side. "Looks like she went into the private office and she hasn't come back out yet."
"What would she be doing in the boss's private office?" If anything sexual was going on, Jasson would kill him. Surprised by the vehemence behind that thought, he double-blinked. The sight of his Fighter and three enforcers grinning told him that they knew what he'd been thinking. They had all warned him that because his wolf was so near to the surface his possessive streak would be hard to control. Know-it-all bastards.
What they couldn't know was that his body reacted to Angelina in a way that it never had to another female. He tried to think of it as a good thing; it would mean the sex would be amazing. But he didn't like that she seemed to have some sort of power over his body, not to mention his wolf. Already he was feeling possessive of her for God's sake.
Intending to answer his own question of where she was, Jasson began edging through the throngs of people toward the office. He was barely three feet away when the door opened and Angelina walked out looking pale and shaky. He knew that look. It was the same look his old pack healer had worn whenever she had used her gift. Concern – relatively unfamiliar and unwelcome – travelled through him, but then a smile split her lips at something her friend had said and a shaft of lust shot through his system.
Seeing that she hadn't noticed him, he stayed where he was and waited for her to near him. Once she was close, he deliberately bumped into her and watched in satisfaction as surprise and then lust flashed in her eyes.
Oh God, thought Angelina as she saw the heated, determined expression on Jasson's face. His enticing male scent surrounded her, blocking all else. Her wolf shot to alertness and growled her arousal. Angelina held still as he buried his nose in the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply. When his face returned to hers, his eyes had turned wolf and he was so unbelievably focused on her that they might as well have been the only two people in the club. She knew it was an act, but her body still reacted and her clit began to throb in time with her overactive pulse.
Knowing what she was supposed to do, Angelina placed her nose at the junction of his neck and shoulder and, just like he had done to her, took in his delicious scent on a long inhale. She didn't have to fake being drunk on it. As Angelina returned her gaze to his, Jasson's hands landed on her hips and he tugged her to him. Then he pretty much took her over. His mouth crushed hers as his tongue thrust forcefully into her mouth, sweeping against her own. The kiss was dominant and possessive as he took the response he wanted, demanding her submission.
One hand collared her throat possessively as his other clutched her ass, branding it as his. She didn't realize she was grinding against him until he hoisted her up and curved her legs around his hips to better the friction. Helplessly she moaned her pleasure into his mouth, digging her nails into his back. If the growl that rumbled up his chest was anything to go by, he liked to be scratched.