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  “Good girl.” He took the second tie, and moved behind her.

  The silky material grazed her arm. It took her a minute to realize he tied her arm to the back of the chair, confining her movement. She watched his actions as he picked up a third tie, and then tied her other arm to the other side. Now she and the chair were one. She wouldn’t be able to stand without bringing the chair up with her.

  “You’re going to make me think you can’t control me unless you tie me down.” She watched him kneel next to her, grabbing a third tie.

  “I can’t teach you if you don’t listen.” He wrapped his large hand around her ankle, tying it to the leg of the chair.

  With another tie, he bound her other foot. Now her arms and feet were one with the chair.

  “And I am the only one who needs a lesson?” She loved the amused look he graced her with.

  “Yes, little one. Today you will learn a very important lesson.”

  He hovered over her, kneeling, his eyes the most beautiful shade of sapphire, more relaxed than before, comfortable and confident. She had no doubt he could teach her many things. And she knew he would need to learn a few things as well. But for the moment, she would allow him his space, his need to control, to be in charge, to dominate her.

  He ran rough fingertips over her forehead, around her eyes, across her cheeks, her mouth. She leaned into his touch, loving his petting, not wanting him to stop.

  “So beautiful.” His words caressed her. “So wild.”

  “I’m not the only one.” She couldn’t stay quiet. Whispering the words, she closed her eyes, feeling his hand stretch around her neck.

  His long fingers wrapped around her neck, and she sucked in a long deep breath, knowing a werewolf could be killed if the neck were broken. Rock held her life in his hand, but she didn’t fear him.

  She had sensed before he needed to know she wouldn’t be intimidated. Opening her eyes, she gazed at him through half-opened lids. He stroked her neck, stretching it, pushing under her jaw bone. His expression fogged with lust, desire, pure masculine pleasure of control intensifying his gaze.

  “Your life is in my hands.” He met her gaze, his fingers tightening ever so slightly around her neck.

  “Yes.” She understood this lesson. “I’m safe with you.”

  “I can protect you only if you obey me.” The seriousness in his tone gave her pause, making her see how much he needed her loyalty.

  She remembered the story of his previous mate being murdered, and wondered if the incident made him need her loyalty all the more.

  “I will obey you.” She met his gaze, knowing she had said the right thing when some of the darkness faded from those beautiful blue eyes. His grip relaxed. His hand glided down her front, cupping one of her breasts, squeezing, pulling. “Oh. Hell yes.” Her eyes rolled into her head with pure delight, her toes curling into the carpet.

  He grabbed both of her breasts, pulling them, kneading them, pinching her nipples.

  She wanted to move, but bound to the chair she could do nothing. Arching into his touch, not wanting him to stop, her head fell back as a groan escaped her lips.

  “Damn.” She cried out, unprepared for the hot moisture of his mouth when he covered one of her nipples with his lips.

  He suckled, tugged, twirled the puckered nub in his mouth. His teeth raked over her, shooting fiery currents straight to her toes. The roughness of his beard scraped over her skin, while his mouth soothed her with the steam of his lust.

  Her pussy ached for attention, throbbed with need, craved to be stroked, fondled, fucked. She gyrated her hips on the chair, wanting him to focus his adoration on her cunt as well.

  Rock tugged on her nipple until it popped free of his mouth, his teeth scraping over the sensitive skin.

  “You are frustrated.” Reddish blond hair stood on end around his flushed face. Dark blue eyes swam with amused passion.

  “No. It feels good.” She tugged on her restraints, wanting more than anything to touch him, caress the hardness of his body.

  “Then why do you struggle?” He pulled on her breasts, her back arching toward him.

  She groaned. “I want to touch you.”

  His laughter rumbled through him, while he continued to tug and knead her breasts. “And I told you this is not your day to play.”

  “Wolf-man.” Her face was inches from his, their mixed scent intoxicating her with every breath. “You have played enough. Fuck me.”

  “You are giving the orders?” He let go of her breasts, leaving them reddened and tender from his attention.

  “Only if you need help in giving them.”

  His fingers traced patterns down her abdomen, over her legs. And then he gripped her thighs, long fingers wrapping around her, lifting her ass off the chair, spreading her legs.

  Rock’s gaze lowered, focused on her pussy.

  “You want that, don’t you, wolf-man?” She would do anything to be able to lift her hips further, force her cunt into his face, make him suck the hot juices from her.

  His growl tortured her. He wouldn’t comment, wouldn’t admit his craving to devour her. His actions, the intentness of his gaze, the tortured guttural sound ripping from his soul were answer enough. He craved her as much as she needed him.

  His fingers crept along her skin, almost reaching her inflamed pussy, but not quite. He pressed into her, long powerful fingers pulling the tender flesh, opening her, exposing the humid folds.

  “Tell me how badly you want me.” She couldn’t stand his silence, or his refusal to touch her pussy.

  She thrust her hips toward his face, in spite of her silk bindings. The chair rocked underneath her, her leg muscles straining underneath his grip. She twisted her wrists against the ties, struggling now.

  He didn’t look up, ignoring her plight. His fingers pressed against the edge of her pussy. So close, but not close enough to soothe the fire in her cunt. Just one of those long, thick fingers could send her over the edge. If he would just thrust one finger deep into her cunt, she would come for him, for her. And damnit, she needed to come so badly.

  “I can see your juices welling outside your pussy.” His breath tickled her pussy, torturing her.

  She let her head fall back, no longer able to watch his slow, torturous examination. Her eyes closed, and she groaned in frustration.

  He pressed against her inner thighs, the imprint of his hand burning through her skin with its heat. Hands so powerful, fingers so thick and strong pushing her legs further apart.

  She twisted her hands, the ties straining against her wrists. With all of her human strength, she fought to straighten her arms, loosen the binding that held her to the chair. What at first had excited her, now aggravated her, the desire to make him suck her cunt overwhelming her senses.

  He ran a finger along the pulsing, inner folds of her pussy.

  “Fuck yes.” She bucked in the chair, the wood straining underneath her, but holding her annoyingly in place.

  He backed away then. Standing, his presence towered over her. She lifted her head, her vision hesitating a moment before clearing, enabling her to see the giant god who stood over her, hooded lids half-covering the smoldering gaze he gave her.

  “What are you doing?” She wanted his hands back on her, his attention focused on her body, her needs.

  Instead he turned away from her, walking to the other side of the room, buns of steel visible through his jeans, thick leg muscles straining the denim with his slow movements.

  His back remained to her while he pulled his T-shirt from his body, shoulder and back muscles making her mouth wet. She yanked at her ties, working to pull her wrists apart from each other, fighting to straighten her legs.

  “Be careful. The chair could fall over.” He turned to face her, making her breath catch in her throat at the magnificence of his bare chest, muscles rippling under tanned skin, chest hair curling across well-defined pectorals.

  Daylight did wonders for Rock’s good looks. Dark and
brooding. Magnificent and powerful. Confident and patient. Too damned fucking patient.

  He reached for the top button of his jeans, making heat wash over her. She no longer tried to free herself, but kept her gaze locked on his hand, slowly unbuttoning that top button of his jeans.

  “You need to learn to be careful what you want.” His voice was guttural, barely above a whisper.

  If she didn’t know better, she would think he threatened her. She chanced a glance at his face, and noticed immediately the silver hue to his blue eyes. His beast threatened him, the realization making her want to tear free of her bondage.

  He unzipped his pants, then stripped before her, until he stood naked, his cock jutting forward. She gave up trying to slow her breathing, unable to take her attention from the thickness, the length, the perfection of the cock in front of her. Her breath came in pants, her mouth too dry, and then too moist.

  “This is what you do to me.” He moved close. So close. But she couldn’t reach for him, couldn’t touch him, couldn’t taste him.

  “Let me show you what you do to me.” Simone could hardly speak.

  His cock was right there. Right in front of her.

  “I know what I’m doing to you.” He moved around her, circling her, that giant cock taunting her with its nearness.

  “This isn’t fair. You have made your point already.” She yanked at her ties, needing his cock, craving to touch him, wanting more than anything to give both of them pleasure.

  “Have I?” He moved further away from her, and she had to strain her neck to see he had walked over toward the window, his back to her. “Do you understand that fucking you will make you mine? This won’t be casual sex. Not for you and me. Do you hear what I am saying?”

  “I am already yours, Rock.” She allowed her muscles to alter, just a bit, feeling the ties strain as she tugged her wrists apart. “Let me show you how much I want to be yours.”

  “I know how much you want to fuck, little one.” He clasped his hands behind his back, continuing to face the window.

  Why wouldn’t he turn around and face her?

  He would not send her away a second time frustrated and empty. Damnit to hell and back, he would give her what they both wanted.

  The chair cracked, while fibers in the tie began to snap. Her hearing fine-tuned to every sound while muscles inside her altered their shape from human to lunewulf. Bones in her spine popped, making the position on the chair uncomfortable. The ties ripped, her confinement ceasing, while her body transformed, smooth white fur covered her skin, and teeth grew in her mouth while her jaw altered its shape.

  Rock turned, his anger leaping forward, filling the room with its spicy pungency, so strong she almost sneezed.

  “Already you disobey me?” He leapt forward, metamorphosis consuming him while he approached her.

  She shoved the chair out of the way, leaping toward him.

  You will not ignore me! Her growl rumbled through her.

  Half man, half Cariboo lunewulf, he grew with such intensity before her that the room suddenly seemed too small.

  He swatted at her, striking her in midair, his arm slamming against the side of her body, knocking the wind from her, throwing her off balance.

  Don’t you understand? Her bark got knocked out of her as she hit the floor. Don’t keep me away from you.

  Her bones altered faster than normal, emotions rushing through her. Why did this wolf have to be so damned confusing? He was powerful, strong, with goals and drive. Nothing about him was lacking. She couldn’t have created a more perfect mate if she had tried. And she wouldn’t allow something like male ego, his need to see her submit, prevent her from having him.

  She scurried to her feet, ready to take him on. “I don’t like being ignored.” Her legs trembled, but she tried to show her assuredness, gripping her waist with her hands, and glaring at him.

  His human form didn’t return as quickly. Silver streamed through sapphire eyes that flashed with anger and lust. His broad chest heaved in and out, a warrior ready to take down his victim. But his cock. That massive cock remained on full alert, ready to impale her, eager to claim her for his own.

  “Ignored?” He uttered the word as if not understanding.

  She didn’t have time to react, wasn’t ready for his quick movement. For such a huge man, he did his lineage justice with his speed. He grabbed her arm, his hand smoldering as long fingers trapped her, lifted her, held on to her until she landed on her belly on his bed.

  “You don’t wish to be ignored?” He was on her before she could move.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Simone sprawled on his bed, her adorable round ass staring up at him. The smoothness of her legs wreaked havoc on his already tortured senses as they brushed against his thighs. He gripped her hips, feeling her silky skin.

  Her ass spread, cum dripping from her pussy, her sexual cravings filling the air around him, making it impossible to think straight. He had never met a more obstinate, willful, wild bitch. She was so fucking sexy, so damned hot, and in need of a firm hand for her own good.

  A bitch like this would take up his time, consume his thoughts, make his life pure hell. He had told himself over the past few years that he wouldn’t seek out a mate, not after what happened to Dana. And if an appealing bitch happened to come along, she would have to be docile, already tame, not in need of continual supervision.

  So what the fuck had happened?

  Simone tossed her blonde hair to the side, looking over her shoulder. She tried to push herself to her hands and knees, ready to take him on. He couldn’t believe she actually challenged him. Didn’t she realize she was half his size? But the little white werewolf had actually leapt through the air, ready to pounce on him.

  Thinking of her attacking him, demanding he fuck her, scalded his rational thought, drove need through him like molten lava. His cock throbbed, fire burning through his blood, the heat of it consuming him, making it impossible to think of anything other than that hot little cunt.

  She arched her ass, making the view more enticing.

  “Tell me you haven’t forgotten how.” She mocked him.

  How dare the little bitch try to take the upper hand with him.

  “You are out of line, my little one.” He pulled her toward him, making her slide along the bed, lifting her pussy to his cock

  The moist heat made his penis buck, eager to dive deep into that beautiful pussy. He pressed against her, his cock head immediately soaked with her thick cream.

  “Dear God. You are so fucking hot.” His cock swelled with anticipation, a rush of Cariboo adrenaline tearing through him.

  He could be wild, aggressive, even violent if he allowed his cravings to release. She made it so fucking hard to maintain control. And he knew she had no idea what she did to him, how her teasing and her challenges ripped through to the soul of the beast within him. He didn’t want to hurt her, had no desire to scare her, but she pushed harder than she should.

  Her muscles stretched, humidity soaring around his cock, burning his flesh, shredding his ability to think straight. His cock sunk into her cunt, her hole opening, her hot fluids flowing around him.

  How long had it been since he had fucked a woman? He couldn’t remember. But he had never been with a bitch who was so tight, so fucking hot, and felt so damned good to sink into.

  “Damn. Oh God. Fuck. Are you going to fit?” Her cries gave him energy, encouraged his plunge.

  Her hands balled into fists. Silky blonde hair fanning around her as she shook her head from one side to the other. She arched, allowing him to sink even deeper into her cunt.

  “Oh yes. I’m going to fit. You are going to take all of me.” His shaft disappeared into her pussy, and his balls brushed against her smooth skin.

  For good measure, he thrust forward, watching while she gripped the bedspread with her fists.

  Her moist pussy tightened around him. He retreated slowly, enjoying how her muscles clung to his cock, seeing
her cream spread over his skin. Her cum eased his path, but before he was halfway out he had to feel her heat again. He sunk deep inside her, watching her body arch and tighten, ready for him this time.

  The heat of her pussy matched the temperature of his body. Feverish desire to plunge into her, again and again, overwhelmed him. He could no longer sustain slow movement. His cock swelled but he wouldn’t end their lovemaking yet.

  She was so slick, so smooth, her fiery moisture aiding his journey. He picked up the pace, gripping her hips. His cock buried deep within her burning abyss, then he pulled out, feeling the lack of heat, then plunged again. Faster. Harder.

  His eyes rolled into his head, darkness allowing him to feel the pleasures this perfect, little lunewulf bitch offered him. She was so tight, and the more he thrust, it seemed the more her muscles clamped around him. He could fuck her forever.

  He leaned into her, sliding his hands over her back. The scent of her cum, the dampness of her skin, the quickness of her breath, filled the air around him, heightening his senses. Blood pumped through him at a furious rate, making his heart pound, and sweat pearl over his skin.

  Bent over her like this, he could reach a new depth in her creamy warmth. Moisture spilled around his balls, making them tighten. They slapped her clit every time he impaled her, the smoothness of her skin teasing the fragile sacks.

  “That is so fucking good.” She panted her words, gasping every time he thrust.

  But he wanted to give her more than just good. This wouldn’t be a one-time fuck. No other werewolf would ever be able to handle Simone—not that pack leader, not any of them. He would brand her with his cock, explode inside her, locking her to him. When he was done, she would know to whom she belonged.

  He lunged into her, her pussy smooth and hot, gripping and releasing while he fucked her with all that he had.

  “You’re going to scream.” He pounded her cunt with his cock. “You’re going to come like you’ve never come before. And when you do, you’re going to scream my name.”

  She grunted. More like howled. Her sound so raw, letting him know he fucked her thoroughly enough that she could no longer speak.