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Authors: Alexandra Ivy, Laura Wright
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sneak up on her.
Dammit. She was supposed to be protecting her people. They depended on her.
Instead she’d been melting in Angel’s arms, completely seduced by his kisses.
Snarling out every curse word she’d learned over the past thirty years, Indy yanked at the handcuffs that were attached to the wooden headboard.
She didn’t know how she ended up in the wide bed. Only seconds after the door had crashed in she’d felt a pinprick of pain as a dart had penetrated the skin of her neck. She’d had time to accept the irony of the fact she’d been tranqed before she was tumbling into Angel’s arms, the blackness sucking her under.
She’d awoken nearly an hour ago to find herself cuffed to the bed. In bewilderment she’d studied the wooden furniture that looked handcrafted, and a patchwork quilt that covered her body that’d been stripped down to her muscle shirt and jeans.
There was an air of homey warmth that was only emphasized as she glanced out the window to glimpse the thick foliage and clumps of cypress trees that provided a dense shade the late afternoon sunlight was unable to penetrate.
She was in the bayou.
Or more specifically…she was in the Wildlands.
There was the sound of approaching footsteps before the door was pushed open. Indy tensed. Even from a distance she could recognize the familiar scent.
Angel.
The sight of him only made her more livid. Livider?
Not just because he’d tricked her and used her vulnerable desires against her. She was willing to fight dirty when necessary. But because the mere sight of him moving toward the bed was making her heart pound and her blood heat with arousal.
Helplessly her gaze clung to his impossibly handsome features and the white-gold hair that was spiked as if he’d been running his fingers through it. He’d showered and changed into a pair of charcoal gray slacks and a crisp white shirt that should have lessened the impact of his raw, fiercely disturbing presence.
But it didn’t.
Instead, she’d never been more aware of the cat that lurked just below the surface.
Her stomach quivered as he settled on the edge of the bed, his gaze studying her with dark intensity.
“Bastard,” she ground out, hoping like hell he assumed her flushed cheeks were due to fury, not seething lust.
He grimaced. “This isn’t how I wanted it to be,” he murmured in soft tones.
“Ha.” She narrowed her eyes, her expression accusing. “Don’t tell me you’re not enjoying your revenge?”
A hint of gold flared through his eyes. “I’ll admit I have a few fantasies that include you in handcuffs,” he admitted, his gaze sweeping down her body. “But you were naked and moaning my name in pleasure.”
Oh…hell. Now the image was blasted in her brain.
“Where am I?”
“The Wildlands.” He confirmed her suspicion. “This cabin belonged to my parents.”
He had her locked in his family home? That seemed…odd.
“What are you going to do to me?”
He frowned, as if disturbed by her question. “No one here means you harm, Indy.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a key and swiftly unlocked the cuffs. “See?”
She barely waited for her the cuffs to fall away before she was surging onto her knees and slamming her fist into his shoulder.
“Take that, you bastard,” she snapped.
His brows snapped together, his hand reaching to grasp her wrist. Not to halt her from hitting him again—even with her super-strength it’d felt like she’d hit a cement wall—but to study her fingers as if concerned she’d injured herself.
“What was that for?” he growled.
“Kissing me.”
He arched a brow. Was that amusement glinting in his eyes?
Arrgh.
“Do you slug every male who kisses you?” he asked.
“Only ones who use sex to keep me distracted so his friends can sneak up on me.”
He held her furious glare, lifting her fingers to press them against his lips.
“We both know that’s not why I kissed you, Indy,” he said in low
Dammit. She was supposed to be protecting her people. They depended on her.
Instead she’d been melting in Angel’s arms, completely seduced by his kisses.
Snarling out every curse word she’d learned over the past thirty years, Indy yanked at the handcuffs that were attached to the wooden headboard.
She didn’t know how she ended up in the wide bed. Only seconds after the door had crashed in she’d felt a pinprick of pain as a dart had penetrated the skin of her neck. She’d had time to accept the irony of the fact she’d been tranqed before she was tumbling into Angel’s arms, the blackness sucking her under.
She’d awoken nearly an hour ago to find herself cuffed to the bed. In bewilderment she’d studied the wooden furniture that looked handcrafted, and a patchwork quilt that covered her body that’d been stripped down to her muscle shirt and jeans.
There was an air of homey warmth that was only emphasized as she glanced out the window to glimpse the thick foliage and clumps of cypress trees that provided a dense shade the late afternoon sunlight was unable to penetrate.
She was in the bayou.
Or more specifically…she was in the Wildlands.
There was the sound of approaching footsteps before the door was pushed open. Indy tensed. Even from a distance she could recognize the familiar scent.
Angel.
The sight of him only made her more livid. Livider?
Not just because he’d tricked her and used her vulnerable desires against her. She was willing to fight dirty when necessary. But because the mere sight of him moving toward the bed was making her heart pound and her blood heat with arousal.
Helplessly her gaze clung to his impossibly handsome features and the white-gold hair that was spiked as if he’d been running his fingers through it. He’d showered and changed into a pair of charcoal gray slacks and a crisp white shirt that should have lessened the impact of his raw, fiercely disturbing presence.
But it didn’t.
Instead, she’d never been more aware of the cat that lurked just below the surface.
Her stomach quivered as he settled on the edge of the bed, his gaze studying her with dark intensity.
“Bastard,” she ground out, hoping like hell he assumed her flushed cheeks were due to fury, not seething lust.
He grimaced. “This isn’t how I wanted it to be,” he murmured in soft tones.
“Ha.” She narrowed her eyes, her expression accusing. “Don’t tell me you’re not enjoying your revenge?”
A hint of gold flared through his eyes. “I’ll admit I have a few fantasies that include you in handcuffs,” he admitted, his gaze sweeping down her body. “But you were naked and moaning my name in pleasure.”
Oh…hell. Now the image was blasted in her brain.
“Where am I?”
“The Wildlands.” He confirmed her suspicion. “This cabin belonged to my parents.”
He had her locked in his family home? That seemed…odd.
“What are you going to do to me?”
He frowned, as if disturbed by her question. “No one here means you harm, Indy.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a key and swiftly unlocked the cuffs. “See?”
She barely waited for her the cuffs to fall away before she was surging onto her knees and slamming her fist into his shoulder.
“Take that, you bastard,” she snapped.
His brows snapped together, his hand reaching to grasp her wrist. Not to halt her from hitting him again—even with her super-strength it’d felt like she’d hit a cement wall—but to study her fingers as if concerned she’d injured herself.
“What was that for?” he growled.
“Kissing me.”
He arched a brow. Was that amusement glinting in his eyes?
Arrgh.
“Do you slug every male who kisses you?” he asked.
“Only ones who use sex to keep me distracted so his friends can sneak up on me.”
He held her furious glare, lifting her fingers to press them against his lips.
“We both know that’s not why I kissed you, Indy,” he said in low
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