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the pack?” she asked, arching a brow.
“Of course. You're my mate,” he said exasperated.
“You bit me,” she groused. “Does that mean I'll become a werewolf now?"
He laughed softly. “No, there aren't any female werewolves."
“Don't you have daughters?"
“Yes,” he shrugged. “But they can't shift."
She frowned.
“About the bite...” He paused, contemplating the best way to bring up the bond.
“What about it?” she asked suspiciously when he didn't go on.
“It won't change you,” he assured her. “But it does tie us together."
She narrowed her eyes and rubbed the mark on her neck. She seemed to take mental stock.
“Oh my God. What does that mean? Undo it!"
He shook his head, his wolf growling a silent denial.
“It can't be undone. Even if it could, I wouldn't do it. You're mine, sweetheart."
“You're saying I don't have any choice,” she whispered. “You can just barge in, take over my life, and I don't have any choice."
Sensing a trap, he watched her warily and didn't answer. His heart constricted, whether at her hurt and confusion or his own, he couldn't say. He wanted to be with her. She obviously didn't feel the same sureness about him. Reminding himself she was new to this, that she hadn't spent her life waiting to find the right mate, didn't help.
“Is there a hierarchy in this pack?"
He grinned and watched her composure drop a little. He suspected she already knew the answer to that question, too.
“There is."
“Well?” she asked, annoyance shining in her eyes.
“There's a pack leader, the Alpha, who has a second in command. Or two, really. A Beta and an Enforcer."
Taking a deep breath, she nodded, before saying with exasperation, “And of course you're that pack leader. Aren't you?"
“Yes,” he said.
She got up and paced around the room, the red satin sliding over her curves and making his mouth go dry. She seemed oblivious to what she was doing to him. Then she spoke, and he felt her words like a slap.
“It's really late. You should probably go,” she said.
“What?” Hadn't she heard a word he said?
“I'm not leaving,” he added as he stood and walked around the coffee table. “Didn't you listen to anything I just said?"
“Oh yeah,” she put her hands on hips, a pose that forced her breasts out and had his dick taking notice. “Werewolves, rogues, mates. Heard all that. I need some space here, and frankly I don't know about this getting involved with a werewolf thing."
To hell with this. He tossed her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry.
“Hey! Put me down, Darius!"
“In a second,” he said, swatting her butt for good measure. He was glad she couldn't see his grin. “I want you in position where you have to listen."
“You could try putting me down and talking like a civilized person, you know."
Dropping her on the bed, he came down hard on top of her.
“Well, that's the thing, sweetheart. I'm not human. I'm as much wolf as I am man.” He nudged her thighs apart and pressed his erection against her. “And I'm not feeling very civilized right now."
“Let me up,” she said, her struggles tilting her hips into his.
Down girl , she told herself sarcastically. He was heavy, but propped on his elbows watching her, and she found his weight comforting. It felt good, Darius here in her bed. She didn't want to examine that. He'd used some werewolf voodoo to bind them together. She was supposed to be pissed off. She was pissed off. Also, a little turned on. She groaned mentally. This wouldn't do.
“Nope. I've explained things now, and I want to know why you're still resisting me."
Sighing, she turned her head and saw the wolf on her dresser. So lonely. So Darius. And so right?
Looking back at him, she said softly “I was thinking while you were gone that it's really going to hurt when you leave. I'd just as soon get that over now, I think. Plus, there's this bond thing.” She glared. “That was sneaky and unworthy, don't you think?
“Of course. You're my mate,” he said exasperated.
“You bit me,” she groused. “Does that mean I'll become a werewolf now?"
He laughed softly. “No, there aren't any female werewolves."
“Don't you have daughters?"
“Yes,” he shrugged. “But they can't shift."
She frowned.
“About the bite...” He paused, contemplating the best way to bring up the bond.
“What about it?” she asked suspiciously when he didn't go on.
“It won't change you,” he assured her. “But it does tie us together."
She narrowed her eyes and rubbed the mark on her neck. She seemed to take mental stock.
“Oh my God. What does that mean? Undo it!"
He shook his head, his wolf growling a silent denial.
“It can't be undone. Even if it could, I wouldn't do it. You're mine, sweetheart."
“You're saying I don't have any choice,” she whispered. “You can just barge in, take over my life, and I don't have any choice."
Sensing a trap, he watched her warily and didn't answer. His heart constricted, whether at her hurt and confusion or his own, he couldn't say. He wanted to be with her. She obviously didn't feel the same sureness about him. Reminding himself she was new to this, that she hadn't spent her life waiting to find the right mate, didn't help.
“Is there a hierarchy in this pack?"
He grinned and watched her composure drop a little. He suspected she already knew the answer to that question, too.
“There is."
“Well?” she asked, annoyance shining in her eyes.
“There's a pack leader, the Alpha, who has a second in command. Or two, really. A Beta and an Enforcer."
Taking a deep breath, she nodded, before saying with exasperation, “And of course you're that pack leader. Aren't you?"
“Yes,” he said.
She got up and paced around the room, the red satin sliding over her curves and making his mouth go dry. She seemed oblivious to what she was doing to him. Then she spoke, and he felt her words like a slap.
“It's really late. You should probably go,” she said.
“What?” Hadn't she heard a word he said?
“I'm not leaving,” he added as he stood and walked around the coffee table. “Didn't you listen to anything I just said?"
“Oh yeah,” she put her hands on hips, a pose that forced her breasts out and had his dick taking notice. “Werewolves, rogues, mates. Heard all that. I need some space here, and frankly I don't know about this getting involved with a werewolf thing."
To hell with this. He tossed her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry.
“Hey! Put me down, Darius!"
“In a second,” he said, swatting her butt for good measure. He was glad she couldn't see his grin. “I want you in position where you have to listen."
“You could try putting me down and talking like a civilized person, you know."
Dropping her on the bed, he came down hard on top of her.
“Well, that's the thing, sweetheart. I'm not human. I'm as much wolf as I am man.” He nudged her thighs apart and pressed his erection against her. “And I'm not feeling very civilized right now."
“Let me up,” she said, her struggles tilting her hips into his.
Down girl , she told herself sarcastically. He was heavy, but propped on his elbows watching her, and she found his weight comforting. It felt good, Darius here in her bed. She didn't want to examine that. He'd used some werewolf voodoo to bind them together. She was supposed to be pissed off. She was pissed off. Also, a little turned on. She groaned mentally. This wouldn't do.
“Nope. I've explained things now, and I want to know why you're still resisting me."
Sighing, she turned her head and saw the wolf on her dresser. So lonely. So Darius. And so right?
Looking back at him, she said softly “I was thinking while you were gone that it's really going to hurt when you leave. I'd just as soon get that over now, I think. Plus, there's this bond thing.” She glared. “That was sneaky and unworthy, don't you think?
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