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want to spread her legs and lay herself at his feet? She had never been an overly sexual woman, but then, nothing about her seemed quite the same. The silken feel of the sheet was like a lover’s caress over her heated skin. Each inhalation brought with it a potent male musk that had her body preparing itself for him in a variety of ways. Some parts of her pebbled and hardened. Other parts softened, swelled, and wept.
    “It’s not possible...” she whispered, even as her body betrayed her, growing hot and wet beneath his gaze.
    He paused beside her, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply. When he opened them again, they were glowing with approval. “Ah, you do remember,” he said, sitting beside her. She stared at him, eyes wide as he took her hand in his and kissed the back of it very gently.
    “I know this must be very confusing for you, Angelica, but know, above all else, you are safe and adored. Do you understand?”
    Oddly enough, she did. Some part of her, some primal part, recognized his words as the absolute truth. With him, she was safe. He would never let anything happen to her.
    My Alpha. Mine. The words in her head were little more than growls. Where had they come from? Who had spoken them?
    “Can you tell me what happened? Where I am? What I am?” The questions tumbled out, bubbling up in her head faster than she could speak them. “And you, what are you? Why am I here?”
    He smiled indulgently. “I will answer all of your questions, mea dulcis lupa ,” he promised. “But first, I must feed you.”
    As if in response, her stomach growled loudly. It was followed immediately by a telltale heat rushing into her cheeks. It made him laugh.
    “I guess I am a little hungry,” she admitted, slightly embarrassed.
    Derrick moved the tray closer and examined it. “Ah, yes,” he said after a few moments. “I think we shall begin with this.” He dipped a large, succulent-looking strawberry into a small pot of melted chocolate and held it up to her lips. She reached for it, but he gently covered her hand with his own and lowered it to the bed as he shook his head in denial.
    “No, Angelica. You will permit me to feed you.”
    She blinked, surprised. She would allow it, of that there was no question. It was monumentally important somehow, but, like everything else, she didn’t understand it.
    His smile was nothing less than devastating when she leaned forward slightly and parted her lips. He placed the strawberry into her mouth and she carefully bit into it. Sensation exploded across her tongue; the cold, tart sweetness of the berry contrasted with the warm, creamy, deliciousness of the chocolate.
    She rolled it around in her mouth, experiencing the phenomenal combination of taste. Unable to help it, she moaned.
    “You like that,” he said approvingly. “Now, this. Try this.”
    He picked various items from the wide selection provided and held them up for her sampling. He seemed disappointed when she swore she could not possibly eat another bite.
    Derrick pushed the tray away, dipped a white linen cloth in scented water, and carefully wiped her mouth. His actions were very precise, ritualistic. She could only watch, transfixed, as he cared for her with a level of tenderness she’d never before experienced.
    As strange and unexpected as it was from a man as powerful as he, it felt absolutely, perfectly right. In that moment, she knew she was being given a gift he would grant no other. Still, it seemed surreal.
    “Do you care for all of your guests in this manner, Mr. Wolfe?” she asked innocently.
    * * *
    H is fingers stilled and his eyes widened. Guest? Mr. Wolfe? He thought they were past this. He looked at her and saw the mischievous glint in her eyes. She was teasing him! Once again, Derrick found himself experiencing a feeling so foreign, he had trouble identifying it as it raced through him.
    “I am afraid such personalized service is rather exclusive,” he replied, biting back his smile.