particular interest in rushing into his arms.
He, on the other hand, longed to have her run to him. He wanted her to throw herself into his embrace, shower him with kisses, and begin with a series of heart-warming promises.
“I was worried about you.”
“I’m fine,” she said, keeping her distance.
“Want to talk about it?”
“Not particularly.”
“You kill someone and you don’t want to discuss it?” He could see where this might be a problem back in the old world but here it could definitely be an advantage. If his woman wasn’t afraid to defend herself and the other women there, he could rely on her whenever he and the others were summoned for a collection ride.
“She came back here for you.”
He felt his lips twitch. “But of course she did.”
Romy approached him then. Clearly angry, she balled her fists. “That’s not what I meant.”
Loving that spark, that added flare of tempting heat, he clutched her waist and drew her against him. “Why don’t you tell me about it?”
“She was here to kill you.”
“I could’ve handled this when I returned.”
“You would’ve killed a woman?”
He would’ve hated to kill a woman, but yes, he could’ve done it without blinking an eye.
He had his doubts if Romy blinked given the fact he was only gone from the mountain for about an hour. “If Molly or anyone else for that matter had threatened to harm you, yes I could’ve put her down like a rabid dog.”
“She wasn’t an animal, Chuck. She was a human being.”
He shrugged, trying to think of the best way to ease her mind. “She was a predator.”
Romy shivered. Her teeth clattered. She crossed her arms over her breasts. “So I was what…her prey?”
“Why do I get the feeling this is one of those ‘does this dress make me look fat’ kinds of questions?”
“Does it?”
To his surprise, Romy twirled in her nightdress. As she turned around and around, she moved closer to the lit candelabras. Her hair, the color of chestnuts, shimmered like it had an added touch of gold. The dim lighting only accentuated her soft features. She wasn’t just pretty, she was incredibly beautiful.
His throbbing cock stretched, reached for her. “What was the question again?”
“Was I her prey?” Her tone was serious, hard, but her eyes were as soft and liquid as pure sweet honey.
“You were a means to an end.”
“What are you saying?”
Chuck took a deep breath. Trying to still the dominant beast within when he was in the middle of an exquisite dungeon, a room filled with explicit adult toys, made for complications.
“Chuck?”
Jerking when she said his name, he bracketed his arm around her waist and drew her against him. “Does it matter?” His nostrils flared with the light smell of sex. He released her immediately, aware of the betrayal, of the way she’d fooled around with another, a woman who was undoubtedly dead, but the logistics in the aftermath of betrayal didn’t matter. “You fucked her.”
“No.” She shook her head. “I didn’t.”
Before he could quiet the wolf inside, Chuck’s incisors jabbed through his gums. He managed to keep them from falling below his bottom lip but the angry wolf was dying to show his face.
Realizing it wouldn’t take much for his temper to get the best of him, he stalked the wall of props. He selected his passion and chose a flogger instead of a riding crop, a flogger with bulb-shaped leather loops on the end of eight flaps.
Going to her then, he didn’t pay attention to the scents filling his head with all sorts of crazy notions. He couldn’t focus on the strong vanilla aroma that he knew was a combination of Romy’s pureness and Molly’s expensive perfume. He couldn’t think of where her lips had been, where her fingers might have wandered.
His mate had been touched. She’d been violated whether she realized it or not.
“Did she hurt you?” He wasn’t sure he could handle the truth. He swallowed. “Did you put
He, on the other hand, longed to have her run to him. He wanted her to throw herself into his embrace, shower him with kisses, and begin with a series of heart-warming promises.
“I was worried about you.”
“I’m fine,” she said, keeping her distance.
“Want to talk about it?”
“Not particularly.”
“You kill someone and you don’t want to discuss it?” He could see where this might be a problem back in the old world but here it could definitely be an advantage. If his woman wasn’t afraid to defend herself and the other women there, he could rely on her whenever he and the others were summoned for a collection ride.
“She came back here for you.”
He felt his lips twitch. “But of course she did.”
Romy approached him then. Clearly angry, she balled her fists. “That’s not what I meant.”
Loving that spark, that added flare of tempting heat, he clutched her waist and drew her against him. “Why don’t you tell me about it?”
“She was here to kill you.”
“I could’ve handled this when I returned.”
“You would’ve killed a woman?”
He would’ve hated to kill a woman, but yes, he could’ve done it without blinking an eye.
He had his doubts if Romy blinked given the fact he was only gone from the mountain for about an hour. “If Molly or anyone else for that matter had threatened to harm you, yes I could’ve put her down like a rabid dog.”
“She wasn’t an animal, Chuck. She was a human being.”
He shrugged, trying to think of the best way to ease her mind. “She was a predator.”
Romy shivered. Her teeth clattered. She crossed her arms over her breasts. “So I was what…her prey?”
“Why do I get the feeling this is one of those ‘does this dress make me look fat’ kinds of questions?”
“Does it?”
To his surprise, Romy twirled in her nightdress. As she turned around and around, she moved closer to the lit candelabras. Her hair, the color of chestnuts, shimmered like it had an added touch of gold. The dim lighting only accentuated her soft features. She wasn’t just pretty, she was incredibly beautiful.
His throbbing cock stretched, reached for her. “What was the question again?”
“Was I her prey?” Her tone was serious, hard, but her eyes were as soft and liquid as pure sweet honey.
“You were a means to an end.”
“What are you saying?”
Chuck took a deep breath. Trying to still the dominant beast within when he was in the middle of an exquisite dungeon, a room filled with explicit adult toys, made for complications.
“Chuck?”
Jerking when she said his name, he bracketed his arm around her waist and drew her against him. “Does it matter?” His nostrils flared with the light smell of sex. He released her immediately, aware of the betrayal, of the way she’d fooled around with another, a woman who was undoubtedly dead, but the logistics in the aftermath of betrayal didn’t matter. “You fucked her.”
“No.” She shook her head. “I didn’t.”
Before he could quiet the wolf inside, Chuck’s incisors jabbed through his gums. He managed to keep them from falling below his bottom lip but the angry wolf was dying to show his face.
Realizing it wouldn’t take much for his temper to get the best of him, he stalked the wall of props. He selected his passion and chose a flogger instead of a riding crop, a flogger with bulb-shaped leather loops on the end of eight flaps.
Going to her then, he didn’t pay attention to the scents filling his head with all sorts of crazy notions. He couldn’t focus on the strong vanilla aroma that he knew was a combination of Romy’s pureness and Molly’s expensive perfume. He couldn’t think of where her lips had been, where her fingers might have wandered.
His mate had been touched. She’d been violated whether she realized it or not.
“Did she hurt you?” He wasn’t sure he could handle the truth. He swallowed. “Did you put
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