The Black Dagger Brotherhood_ An Insider's Guide - J. R. Ward [183]
over ninety-five. That’s high.” She ripped the cuff’s lip free with a quick jerk, no doubt wishing it were a strip of his flesh. “I think your body’s trying to fight off the infection in your arm.”
Oh, his body was fighting something off all right—but it had fuck-all to do with whatever was cooking in his injection sites. With his symphath side overpowering the dopamine, the impotent state in which he usually existed had been knocked right out of the park.
His cock was stiff as a bat in his slacks.
Shit, maybe it would have been better to have another nurse in here. It was hard enough to be around her when he was “normal.”
Tonight he was anything but.