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This one in particular was a sight to behold His skin was a beautiful shade of bronze, his chest broad andtattoo - an intricate interweaving of curves and lines Around one of the thickly olden armband At one end, the head of a panther stared out at her, its eyes twinkling with emeralds She knew the armband could not be removed except by the wearer himself

Birik had tried

With a deep breath, she forced herself to rowled at her "Freeas she felt the pull of those eyes She had the oddest sensation that if she wasn’t careful, she’d find herself tu the captive instead of the captor

Lifting her hand, she reached for hi his tattoo, feeling the ripple of hard h her body His masculine scent rose up to meet her on a rush of dark, carnal pleasure

The anirily, turned its head toward her in greeting

"Don’t touch me," the man snarled

"I have no choice" She stared into those furious eyes, forcing herself to hold his gaze "Hear me, Feral Your only chance at survival is to cooperate with me If you fail to prove useful, Birik will destroy you And I don’t want that"

A o"

"I can’t" Her pale of the thatch of hair springing up around his root Hisbeneath her touch "Let me mount you, warrior"

"Never" But his erection twitched, jerking His will denied what his body craved

What both their bodies craved She knew he remembered as well as she did what it had been like, that slide of flesh within flesh The pleasuregood Mother, the pleasure She hadn’t realized it could be like that Her body had been breached ht her anything but discomfort or pain

Until this man walked into her life From the moment she first saw hi and contracting with desire, dah the roo

The sound of a vicious aniets any closer to my shaft and I’ll rip your head froh "I don’t want to force you"

"Then don’t," he snapped

"You don’t understand!" If only she had the time to back off and let him calm beneath her touch for a few days But Birik had never been a patient er ran deep in this Feral A few days, or even weeks, h

"I understand all I need to," he snarled

But he didn’t Not at all She had no choice but to raise the passion between them in whatever way shehis war her tongue out, she tasted hi about hi a step to the side, she pressed herthe faint musk of his erection

She lifted her head and looked at hi heavy with desire "Can I kiss you there?"

"No"

She continued to his broad, rock-hard thigh, kissing, licking

"Witch" His groas still one of furious warning, but beneath the anger, passion vibrated

"I want you inside me, warrior," she said huskily "Just as you want s to press deep within mine"

"I don’t want you I never want you"

"You wanted me before In the woods"

"That was before I knehat you were"

She sighed He’d thought she was hus around her irises for just that purpose

So had happened when they’d kissed yesterday A strange sexual energy had passed between theht her body had wept for release, a release only he could give her She’d woken knowing he’d come back to her

And he had

Unfortunately, Birik’s orders had been as clear and sharp as a piece of cut glass When the Feral returned, she ers around his leg, caressing his inner thigh as she stood beside the stone where he was pinned, letting her fingers slide alroin "Let me touch you, warrior"

"No"

Stubborn man He needed ainst his will, his hatred would only grow stronger and et him to accept his place here And he ive up

The alternative e blurred his vision His body burned to slake its need on the witch whose soft hands stroked his thigh, whose softer lips laid kisses on his hip, seducing Tor as he had so many times in the past But, as in the past, his body had a will of its own

How many times had Ancreta come to him as he’d lain chained in that cellar? How many times had she taken him into her mouth and sucked hiolden curls tuht the arousal and lost Every time, he’d lost

She’d lift those hter in her eyes that he’d fought her, and she’d won yet again He’d buck and try to throw her off, but she’d cla hand around his shaft and squeeze hi hior would invariably join theht to withhold his seed, Gregor would grab his head and begin chanting, digging his fingernails into the flesh of his skull until blood ran down his teh his hair And as Paenther lost the battle, co in a hot rush of pleasure and fury, his or would delve into his mind and rip at the ani to re Paenther had ever endured before, or since

And he hated