said calmly, “now that we’ve agreed there’s no need to call Katie’s father, perhaps we can solve the quandary I find myself in.”
Katie heard Tonya’s footsteps as she came closer to the bed. “I’d like nothing better, my friend.”
“Not your friend.” He jiggled Katie’s head until she opened her eyes. His fierce expression deepened, and his eyes glinted with anger. “Nor yours, keeper.”
“I’m not a keeper,” she said, hoarse. “Not anymore.”
“Obviously.” He let his gaze travel down her body and back to her face. “I don’t think this was in your combat training, was it?”
He had no idea.
“You were faking sleep,” she guessed. He tugged her hair as though she was a doll he could reposition. Her hands were trapped between them. “You heard us talking. Could you have gotten loose anytime?”
He pulled his other arm. His muscles bunched. The handcuffs gave with a metallic snap, the lock popping.
He wrapped that arm around Katie too. There was no chance she could get away without magical intervention.
There was no chance she’d want to get away without magical intervention.
Katie groaned and rested her cheek against him in defeat.
“I knew I shouldn’t have ordered those from that sex catalog,” Tonya said, disgusted. “They promised to hold like the real thing.”
“Perhaps they did,” Marcus said. “Now, as much as it pains me to ask you two for anything, I stayed here on purpose. Would you hear me out?”
Katie, an inch from agreeing with whatever he wanted, stopped herself. The fact he knew about keepers meant he knew what they did to wolves who threatened the covenants.
Goddess, if he brought the keepers down on them…
“We’ll be happy to listen,” Tonya answered. “First let her go. I’ll make us tea and cookies.”
“I don’t want to let her go,” he said thoughtfully, addressing them as if conveying a scholarly thesis. “It would relinquish my advantage over you. What’s more, I find restraining Katie like this, considering who and what she is, to be…invigorating.”
“Is that what you kids are calling it these days?” Tonya quipped.
Marcus smiled, and it was so very difficult not to smile back at him. “It’s been an educational year. Now that I’m a wolf, it’s harder to stop myself from doing what I want.”
“You just need time,” Tonya said, hands on her hips. “You’ll get the hang of it. You could start by letting Katie go.”
“You’re assuming I don’t have the hang of it.” Marcus pulled Katie’s hair until her head tilted and her throat arched. Her skin smarted where his claws had marked her. She didn’t moan. It was there, wanting out, and she swallowed it. “You’re assuming I’m not in control.”
“Your eyes are blued out,” Katie said. And his cock was hard. It was looking likely that he did make passes at girls with glasses.
“Occupational hazard. I don’t want to lose control, therefore I don’t. That want, so far, has surpassed my need for…” He paused and glanced down Katie’s body again. “My need for other things. But restraint isn’t as easy as I’d like.”
She inspected his jaw, the whiskers starting to darken his skin, the handsome arch of his nose, his heavy eyebrows and long lashes. His sensuous lips. He watched her as she watched him, and she wondered what he was thinking. Was he resenting the fact her body and scent gave him an erection? Was he thinking he’d like to break her neck?
“Start talking,” she said. “I’m getting a crick.”
“Drop your mask first.” He stared at her. “The everyday one.”
She swallowed, the bow of her neck making it difficult. “My mask?”
“I want to know who I’m dealing with. What are you doing in Alabama, keeper, running a tattoo parlor with an incompetent sympathizer and, if I’m not mistaken, a dead region elder formerly known as Bob Chang?” While Katie hadn’t been in the system since she was part of the council, her
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