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Damn, this girl was frustrating.
Cole Fraser shoved her
back down onto the chair and grabbed the first loop of rope. Not planning on
making the same mistake again, he moved behind her and pulled her wrists
together. She hissed air in over her teeth, but she didn’t call him any more
names—not for the moment anyway.
His nose throbbed from
where she’d kneed him, but he ignored the pain. He liked that she was fighting back
and hadn’t given in to him. He’d been able to tell from her scent that she was a
feisty one, and so far everything she’d done had confirmed as much.
But he needed to prove
things to her. He needed to convince her he was the one man she needed in her
life, that he could give her everything she’d ever need, and she should turn
her back on her pack and go with him. Cole only knew one way of doing that and
to do so he needed to take her back to her basest state, to make her forget the
role she’d been given in life. She shouldn’t be some bottom of the rung pack
member. A woman as vivacious and beautiful as she was should be ruling the
pack. She should be their queen.
He needed to open up her
mind, and her body, to a different way of life. If he didn’t break her down,
she’d get right back up and run back to that pack of hers. He couldn’t allow
that to happen.
Securing the rope around
her wrists, he pulled the knots tight.
Unable to help himself,
he leaned in and pressed his nose to the soft, blonde waves of her hair. God,
that scent. It did something to him he couldn’t explain. He’d never experienced
this before—that absolute certainty he had to have this woman. He had to have
her as his own, or he’d never mate with anyone. Her luscious curves didn’t help
matters. The way the thin cotton dress clung to her breasts, hips and backside
made him hard, and having her struggling beneath him had practically made him
come in his jeans.
But he wouldn’t do that
to her. He wanted her to want him. He wanted her to beg him to touch her, to
understand he was all she would ever need.
Moving around to the
front of her, but keeping his face and body at a safe distance, he picked up
the second length of rope. She glowered at him with those beautiful brown eyes,
her full mouth pinched, her nostrils flared. He ignored the dirty glares and grabbed
her ankle and held it against the leg of the chair. Quickly, he looped the rope
around and tied a knot, and then pulled the rope over to her left leg and tied
that to the other leg of the chair. The chair was solid and heavy, and there
was no way she’d be able to run with her legs tied to it, plus she’d no longer
be able to knee him in the face if the desire took hold.
The stance spread her
legs apart and he noticed her press her knees together in order to hide her
underwear from him. The movement caused her cheeks to flare with color and the
angry expression melted from her face to one of embarrassment. She pressed her
lips together and glanced away.
He remained on one knee.
“You shouldn’t ever feel self-conscious about what makes you a woman.”
“What?”
“You’re closing yourself
off from me. You shouldn’t feel you have to do that.”
“You’re crazy. I’m not
just going to spread my legs for you.”
The idea of her doing
just that, lying wanton and delicious on her back, those thick thighs spread
wide so he could see right into the very center of what made her a woman filled
his mind and he felt himself start to get hard again.
He forced the thought from his mind. “I don’t
want you to be frightened of me.”
Her head snapped back to
center and her dark eyes focused on him again. It was such an intriguing
combination—the golden blonde hair with the fierce dark eyes.
“You kidnapped me, threw
me in a trunk, and now you’ve tied me to a chair. What else am I supposed to
be?”
“I knew you wouldn’t
come with me voluntarily.”
“Too damn right, I
wouldn’t! I’m hardly going to choose to go off with some woman snatching
rapist.”
He jolted back at her
words. “I’m not a rapist, Alyssa.”
Her eyes widened. “How
do you know my name?”
He thought quickly. “I
checked your purse after I’d thrown you in the trunk. Your license was in
there.”
“If you’re not a rapist,
what do you want with me?”
“I want to get to know
you.”
“Most guys would ask a
girl out on a date.”
He felt his smile widen.
“I thought you’d figured out by now that I’m not most guys.”
“No, you’re not. Most
guys I know are decent.”
He narrowed his eyes at
her and she shrank slightly in the chair. “Is that right, Alyssa? Most guys you
know are decent?”
“Well… I…” She stumbled
over her words. “They don’t go around kidnapping girls, I know that much!”
“Is that the worse thing
I can do to you? Stop you from going back to your life with the pack.”
“You’ve frightened me,”
she said, a blush in her cheeks rising high, giving her an innocent appearance.
“You’re frightening me, still.”
“What if I stop? What if
I make you feel good instead?”
Her whole body went
rigid, her eyes widening. “What do you mean?”
“Are you a virgin,
Alyssa?”
“That’s none of your
god-dammed business,” she snapped.
“You haven’t found your
mate yet,” he said, ignoring her comment. Perhaps she’d screwed around with
guys who weren’t wolves—God knows, he’d fucked enough human women in his life,
but he’d never taken the binding step of finding another wolf-shifter to mate
with. Maybe she had, but he got the impression she was far too well-behaved to
leave her pack and head into town to find some regular guys to screw around
with. His guess of virgin was most-likely the correct one.
“You know we mate for
life,” he continued, “even if some wolves decide to take other mates, they
never leave the ones they had at the beginning. The fact you didn’t mention
anyone when I talked about the men in your pack means you haven’t been mated
yet. Besides,” he moved closer to her and reached out to run the backs of his
fingers along the fine line of her jaw. “I’d be able to scent it about you if
you had. No wolf has claimed you yet.”
“Is that why you took
me?” she said, her voice a whisper. “You plan to mate me?”
He bent down and placed
his face beside hers to speak low in her ear. “No, I plan for you to mate me.”
(All rights reserved, Marissa Farrar 2016)
