headboard, followed by a crack.
One of his arms swung free. The handcuff on that side twirled loose on his wrist.
Katie started to scramble off the bed, but Marcus grabbed her. Jerked her toward him, hard. She fell across him awkwardly. Her glasses flew off, landing somewhere on the floor. Before she took another breath, he had his hand around her neck.
Tonya froze and held up both hands. “Don’t hurt her because you hate me.”
“I don’t hate you. I was there. I know your errors weren’t malicious.” Marcus firmed his hold on Katie, and she felt the edge of his control slip. The tips of claws poked her throat. “I simply regard you as inept. You may as well have killed her yourself. She was the only family I had left.”
Their species—witches with their covens, wolves with their packs—weren’t solitary beings. Losing one’s family would tear any of them apart. Katie’s sympathies went out to the man, but then she remembered he was two centimeters from strangling her. Tonya tried to placate the angry wolf. “Honey, listen to me. Your sister—”
“Not another word about my sister.” He raised Katie’s chin to demonstrate the risk. “Do I make myself clear?”
Tonya’s voice thinned when she answered. “Clear as crystal.”
Katie’s heart pounded. Her mouth dried. Her upper body was squashed against Marcus’s muscular torso, and it felt…good. He felt good.
She reacted how she ought to, instead of how she wanted to.
With a vicious twist, she went for his groin. He caught her legs between his. She struggled, pushed him with all her strength. Bit him, kneed him, gouged him. Nearly freed herself, but he caught her again.
This time, he wasn’t as careful. Katie yelped when fingers dug into her throat.
“I’m getting Zhang Li,” Tonya warned.
“Stay where you are.” Marcus’s claws stung Katie. He’d broken the skin. She, who used to be the bane of transformed wolves, had been defeated in forty-five seconds. “And you. Hold still before you puncture an artery.”
She smelled blood. Hers again. Shimmering behind her panic and anger, she felt desire. He could yank his other arm free, pin her down, do whatever he wanted. They both knew it.
Her question was, were they both fantasizing about it or was that just her?
“I asked you not to hurt her.” Katie had rarely heard Tonya upset. She hardly recognized her friend’s voice. “Now we’re going to have trouble.”
“We don’t want that.” To her shock, Marcus bent and inhaled near her throat. “What do we want, Katie?”
“I want you to let me go.”
“Is that so?” The corner of his mouth curled, and his gaze locked with hers. His eyes were pale with the wolf. Against her hip, where he’d restrained her legs between his, his cock hardened. “Pain isn’t what she’s feeling right now. Is it, Katie?”
“Shit,” Tonya muttered. “You’re right. Let’s leave Zhang Li out of this. Perhaps I should take myself out of this.”
“Tonya, don’t go.” Katie closed her eyes, humiliated. Dammit. Hell, dammit again.
She’d hated being a keeper so much, she’d discarded everything about it she could. She’d tried to become the person she’d always wanted to be, and it had left her so out of practice.
Marcus adjusted their position until he was sitting against the headboard. He curled her against him, her face to his chest. He smelled like kava and man. Her breasts rubbed him. His fingers around her throat eased, but she made no move to escape. She’d allow this. Yes, allow it. If she allowed it, it meant she was in charge of the situation.
But then he shifted his grip, and his hand fisted in her short hair, holding her head immobile.
Her nipples tightened. Her pussy woke with an ache she hadn’t felt in a long time. As a male, his physical response was easier to read. She parted her lips and pretended to be helpless. Just for a minute, she pretended she was in his arms voluntarily.
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