Excerpt from Strategic Vulnerability

Strategic Vulnerability (Book IV)

Held prisoner in remote testing facility in the middle of the Brazilian rainforest, subjected to torture and abuse, Wilson Rousseau has long since given up hope of being rescued. Days blend together until he can’t help but long for death. Saved from his isolated hell by a female’s distress call, he feels an instant connection to her.
Kimberly thought she was taking a trip to South America to study indigenous plant life. She had no idea she was playing into the hands of a mad man whose goal is to create a genetically altered army of super soldiers. When she finds herself locked in a cell with Wilson, a man who would give his life to save hers, there is an instant attraction. But the dark secrets surrounding their imprisonment may change their lives forever. Can they find a way to beat the odds and be together or will the mad man win?

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Wilson rubbed his raw wrists, hoping his natural healing ability would handle those too. The chains were made of silver and thanks to his friend’s wife—Melanie— Wilson was no longer as deathly allergic to silver as he’d once been. Though, it would take him longer to heal them than normal. Krauss’ men had taken great joy in learning that lead did still burn him. They shot him at least once a day and it normally took Wilson the remainder of the day to heal the wound. Bizarrely enough, the moment Kim touched him, his body flared with heat and he felt it forcing the bullet out before healing over.

The second they’d first wheeled Kim into his cell, two weeks ago, his body reacted oddly to her. Her scent, a mix of citrus and flowers, had assailed him, making his cock harden to the point it was more painful than the torture Krauss’ men had taken to inflicting. He could still vividly remember staring at the long, silky, black strands of her hair as they cascaded over the side of the gurney, nearly touching the floor. Kim’s creamy skin seemed flawless and her breathing was soft, barely there.

Each and every time one of Krauss’ goons came in to take her away, Wilson had tried to break free and tear their heads off. The fierce need to protect her was unlike anything he’d ever before experienced. It was raw. Seeing her tuck herself away from him now, afraid of him, stung.

Reaching out, Wilson cringed as his muscles ached from lack of use. “Kim, I won’t hurt you.”

“You’re not human,” she whispered, her voice so low that his supernatural hearing almost missed it.

“No. But neither are you if you’re here. Krauss has a hard on for the paranormal. He thinks he can create a race of unstoppable super soldiers and somehow manage to cheat death.”

She seemed to think about what he’d said for a bit. Her brow furrowed. “How did you heal the bullet wound?”

Sighing, Wilson pushed to his feet. His legs were shaky and gave out on him. As he crashed to the floor, Kim moved towards him with a speed no human possessed and did her best to ease him to his feet.

“Are you okay?”

His cock began to lengthen at an alarming rate. At six two, he wasn’t the tallest I-OP but was tall all the same. Kim’s five foot eight frame fit nicely to him, seeming to mold against him. As her hand settled against his abs, he drew in a shaky breath. “I’m…fine.”

“You don’t sound fine.”

Because my dick is hard enough to hammer nails. All I want to do is sink to the floor and bury myself deep in you.

Kim’s green eyes widened and she lifted her hand off him quickly. For a second, Wilson thought she might have actually heard his thoughts but that was absurd. It had taken decades for he and the other I-Ops to speak telepathically to one another. Even with them it required great effort and a close proximity. In theory, he’d be able to read his mate’s thoughts and she could read his but Kim wasn’t his mate. She couldn’t be.

“Umm, no offense, Wil, but I think you should shower before me.” Kim laughed softly and the sound moved through him, caressing him in places it shouldn’t.

The very fact she’d shortened his name to Wil would have normally pissed him off. But hearing her utter the nickname seemed to calm him. He smiled, genuinely amused for the first time in months. “I smell that bad, huh?”

She wrinkled her nose and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said. “So, how do you want me to do this?”

She bit her lower lip. “What do you mean?”

“Should I strip naked now or do you want to—”

Pink splashed over her cheeks and upper neck driving him mad with lust. “Umm, I’ll turn around.” She spun around so fast that her gown opened in the back, revealing an apple shaped ass.

Wilson bit back a moan as he seized hold of his clothed cock just in time to lose control and come. Humiliated, he faced the shower nozzles and turned the cold water on full blast, not caring that he was still dressed. He stood there, freezing for several minutes until his dick finally decided to play dead. It didn’t help that Kim’s scent clung to the air around him.

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