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on the material but he’d knotted it tightly. Then he tore her underclothes off her body and used them to tie her ankles to the footboard.
    Open and exposed, she seethed with rage. “Coward,” she snarled.
    The growl he gave her in response should have scared her out of her wits. Instead her skin tingled with some sick sort of anticipation.
    He inhaled deeply. “I smell your arousal, Elizabeth.”
    “So I’m a whore. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
    The wolf was dangerously close to the surface now. He snapped his teeth, his muscles bunched. “You are no whore.” He straddled her thighs and slid down further until his face was level with her pussy. “I’ll show you what I want.”
    When he sucked on the scar he’d imprinted on the inside of her thigh, her blood boiled and churned. Pleasure tore through her and her pussy wept with need. His mouth locked on to her inner thigh, he thrust two fingers inside her slick channel and she couldn’t stop the roll of the orgasm that washed through her.
    Her nipples tightened from the force of her release but she only allowed a small sound to escape her lips. She would not scream. He could make her come. He had before. But he would not win.
    She yanked on the wrist restraints when he licked his way from the scar where he’d bitten her again to the seam between her thigh and her pussy. She tried to get away from his wicked mouth, terrified of what he would do to her, what it would cost her.
    But he was determined and she gasped when he caught her clitoris between his teeth. All these years and her fingers were the only touch that sensitive nub had ever known. Now his tongue, his teeth, his lips, showed her everything she’d missed, everything she’d longed for.
    The scream she’d sworn she’d never let loose rose in her throat. It choked her, strangled her. Her orgasm slammed into her like a wild animal, ravaging and tearing on its way. She writhed beneath his ministrations and exploded into a million pieces.
    When her scream ripped free it sounded like a wounded predator and filled the room with its noise. But Elizabeth didn’t care. She was lost in the ocean of need that her husband had just unleashed.
     
    Joshua growled with triumph when Elizabeth’s release flowed over his tongue. Oh, her sweet taste had haunted him. He devoured her, sending her over the edge again so he could feel her walls squeeze his fingers.
    His little wife had not been with men while he was gone. She was tight and as innocent as the day he’d consummated their marriage. The wolf howled in savage glee and the man joined it. She belonged to him and no one else.
    He watched her shudders subside and stroked her soft skin with his tongue. Beneath him, she lay completely still and he wondered if he’d killed her with passion. The idea made him smile against her skin. The smile died when he raised his head to study her.
    Her face was turned to the wall, away from him, and tears dripped from her eyes. A deep red color flushed her cheeks but not from pleasure. Her expression of shame sliced through him. “Elizabeth?”
    “It’s done now,” she said quietly, still not looking at him. “Please get off me.”
    He stared at her. The dead sound of her voice, the finality, struck him like a slap. “But I’m not done.”
    Her chest rose and fell in a broken sigh. “I will not fight you.”
    Like fragile glass, Joshua’s hope shattered. She would not forgive him. He’d come home too late.
    He reached up and yanked on the knot that tied her to the bed, releasing her hands. The emotional pain of sliding away from her, breaking more than just their physical connection, was like a punch to his gut. He jerked on the tie at her ankles, freeing her completely. “Why didn’t you write to me and tell me you’d found my mother’s diary?”
    Her head whipped around and she glared at him. “You ask me that?” Her feet rose up and kicked him off the bed. She swung out of the bed and stood nose to nose