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with
you so far,” he hissed in her ear. His free hand slipped swiftly
between her trembling legs and found her core. She shook her head
in feigned denial. “This is how I want you…desperate for
me…”
    To her utter dismay, she leaned back
into him. The head of his manhood probed her sleek entrance
harshly. Amarinda accepted the invasion with soft mewls of
pleasure. He took her hard and fast, releasing her hands in favor
of her hips as he pounded unceremoniously into her sheath. His
grunts of urgency near drowned out the moans of delight she
offered, and when the white heat of yet another eruption claimed
her, she felt his seed shoot into the depth of her stomach,
scorching and sure.
    Sore, exhausted, and too ashamed to
look at him, she almost crumpled to her knees. He lifted her
haphazardly with one arm and leaned her against the wall. The peeks
of her breasts faced him once more. He suckled them harshly, one
after the other. Amarinda felt her body respond even to the brute
force he used. She swatted his hand away tiredly.
    “ Enough…” He paused, his
eyes gone serious again. Already she saw that he was more than
willing to rise to such a challenge. She swallowed some of her
pride and allowed her eyes to fall. “Please…”
    He half dragged her almost limp form to
the bed. There she tumbled in an exhausted heap, eyes already moist
with tears. He would not spare her. He would not deal with her
gently after she had so foolishly allowed her anger to rule her
head. The wound on his shoulder oozed blood and trickled down the
length of his chest. Her nostrils flared at the hot, enticing scent
of it. Desire swam beneath the liquid in her eyes. Amarinda knew it
had nothing to do with her hunger. She was sated for the time
being, but the need within her, the desire to be filled by him
stirred, even as he pinned her hands at the sides of her head. A
sign of his strength. A sign of his ultimate control. A sign of his
dominance. Sweet shudders swept her. His glowing amber eyes
narrowed in determination. A self-righteous smile quirked the
corners of his mouth.
    “ Patience Amarinda,” he
drawled in a husky baritone. “We are far from finished…”
    Her toes curled in
anticipation.
     

Chapter Six
    It had been several days of insatiable
pleasure. The ache in her limbs throbbed sweetly through her body
as she stretched beneath the thick furs. Amarinda groaned and
rolled over – only to be met with hard warmth. Panicked, her eyes
darted open. At her side, he slept. The deep breaths he took fanned
her face and forced her to blink. Her first thought was to move
away, but the temptation to cuddle close was too great. Ever so
slowly, she inched closer still, not wanting to awaken him. He
would push her aside and grumble curses as was his habit each
morning. He regretted having spent the night, he said. She was
blamed for her witchcraft, for seducing him each time he saw her
fed. In the nights passed their joining had taken on a new
intensity she did not understand. He was thorough, fierce even.
There were instances she swore his features shifted, as if he was
at the brink of undergoing the change right before her eyes. Then
he would kiss her, or pull away, or hold back on how violently she
knew he wanted to ravish her.
    Surprisingly, Amarinda was not afraid.
She had been regaled with so many stories about the Weres, she knew
his near explosive violence stemmed from the fact that the full
moon was already rising. Tonight, if she was not
mistaken.
    A quiver began in her belly and ended
in her toes. Absently, she allowed her eyes to assess him. The furs
covered his lower half. Her cheeks near flamed. She knew what it
covered and how fulfilled it made her feel. Light fingers trailed
the line of hair that disappeared there up his abdomen. Every dip
and valley she outlined, wanting to remember him as he was now,
unguarded and asleep. He boasted many scars she saw, some more
pronounced than others, some healed uglier than some. The