Chosen By My Mate's Father-in-law novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87: Chapter 87: Relief

[Jasmine’s POV]

I tightened my legs around Gareth’s waist, pulling him closer to my wet center. Our tongues fought for dominance as he deepened the kiss. I clung to his powerful body, desperately needing him to touch me everywhere. His insistent mouth and his fingers in my hair gave me some relief to the throbbing need that had become my entire existence.

But I needed more. So much more.

A loud moan escaped my lips as we pulled away to catch our breath. Even though I was gasping for air, I trailed hot kisses down Gareth’s neck, needing to touch him at all times. He let out a deep groan and cupped my ass, picking me up and lifting me.

I hoped that he was bringing me to his big white bed. Just thinking of things that he could do to my body made me shiver with anticipation. As I nipped and kissed the pulse point on his neck, I imagined his tongue trailing down my flushed skin. I couldn’t wait to experience his warm breath on my neck, his fingers teasing my warm center, then my hard bundle of nerves, his hard—

Ah!

All of a sudden, I was dunked into freezing cold water. The icy bath water effectively chilled my overly hot body. My blood ran cold as the water lapped around me. I surfaced, gasping for air, trying to make sense of the situation. As my heart slammed against my chest, my body went into fight-or-flight mode. There was a feeling of terror crawling up my throat like I was in immediate danger, but I didn’t know what I was supposed to be afraid of. I let out a high-pitched scream that filled the space around me.

“What’s happening?” I demanded as my hands gripped the edges of a porcelain tub, and I whipped my head around. But I was panicking too much to truly understand what I was seeing.

Where the hell was I? I looked down, and my stomach swooped with anxiety when I realized I was naked.

All at once, memories hit me like a punch in the stomach. Waking up in a jail cell. Isabella crying as I tried to find a way out. The disgusting rogues assaulting us, ripping off our clothes, and groping our nude bodies with their dirty hands. One of them injected Isabella with wolfsbane, but I had not been lucky enough for the sweet relief of unconsciousness. They had given me something much worse. A drug that made me feel like I was going to explode if someone didn’t extinguish the fire that spread across my body.

So, how did I end up in a bathtub? Was this a torture method of the rogues? Would they submerge my head repeatedly under the cold water? I sucked in a sharp breath, and that thought made my stomach stiffen with fear.

But the next touch I felt wasn’t cruel. It was comforting. A warm hand rubbed soothing circles on my bare back, and I automatically leaned into the touch. When I looked up, my gaze locked with Gareth’s.

Relief flooded through me as I stared into his gray eyes. Gareth meant safety. I’d been right. I told Isabella her dad would save us.

“You’re safe, Jasmine,” he muttered softly and gently smoothed my wet hair from my eyes. “Isabella is safe too. Elliot brought her to the hospital. He killed some of your kidnappers, and my men captured almost all of the rest. I will personally make sure that the bastards who took you and my daughter are all captured and punished accordingly.” When he mentioned the rogues, his eyes became flat, and his voice turned dangerously low.

But his touch in my hair remained gentle and comforting.

My shoulders slumped when I realized that Isabella and I were safe. Just in time, Gareth had saved us.

It hadn’t been Gareth in the cell, though...

My heart sank as I remembered Elliot bringing Isabella to safety instead of me. I understood that she was his fiancée, but hadn’t my situation been more dire? If a rogue—or any unmated male—would have come across me in heat, they would have violently assaulted me. Bile rose in my throat just thinking about what could have happened.

My lower lip trembled, and I swallowed the lump in my throat.

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