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Jonathan wrapped his arms around her and held her to him, wanting her to know she was safe—that he wasn’t there to harm her, that everything would be okay, and that she wasn’t alone anymore. As soon as he got her free and knew she was okay, he was going to hunt whoever locked her up and remove their head from their bodies.

When she was calmer, he kissed her forehead as best he could and then went for the hooks on the wall to break the chains.

She whimpered and caught his wrist with her free hand, shaking her head, her eyes wide. Fear permeated from her.

It was then he realized why she’d been chained in the first place. No one had done this to her against her will. This had been by choice. He’d been right. Her wolf was young. So much so that she was clearly suffering from the pull of the moon cycle, and it scared her.

“Trust…me,” he said, knowing it sounded garbled.

She tugged harder on his wrist, trying to keep him from freeing her. She shook her head, pleading with her eyes.

He stopped and found himself touching her partially shifted face once more, staring down at her. He managed the slightest bit of control, getting his mouth to re-form a tiny bit. Enough to talk with more ease. “Not safe…here. Danger is close.”

She whimpered and rubbed herself against him, letting off mating pheromones.

Jonathan’s breath caught as her scent washed over him. His jeans suddenly felt tight in the front. His breathing increased as he lowered his head more, his mouth near hers. He wanted to kiss her, but at the moment, he didn’t have what anyone would term lips capable of doing so.

He found himself sniffing her hair and then her neck. His mouth watering with the urge to sink his teeth into her and lose himself in her silken depths left him shuddering with a mix of lust and horror. This wasn’t like him. His wolf, unlike his human side, never showed any interest in a woman sexually. All it liked to do was run, hunt, and kill.

Sex never factored in for it. That was something only Jonathan enjoyed, yet it was something he’d not had in four years, though he wasn’t sure why. Now it wanted to be in the woman as much as he did—hell, maybe more.

She rubbed against him more, nearly undoing the last shreds of Jonathan’s self-control.

He tilted her chin upward, wanting her attention on him, not the fact that he was about to go against her wishes and free her from her chains.

She went to her tiptoes and nipped at his neck.

A shudder of pleasure slashed through him, causing him to nearly finish before they’d even had a chance to get to the good stuff. He let out a shaky breath as he wrapped his hand around the chain. He yanked hard, breaking it from the hook on the wall.

She snarled and bared her teeth.

If he could have smiled, he would have.

She was newly formed, but she had a fire in her belly. He liked that. Liked knowing she wouldn’t roll over and take whatever was handed to her in life. He was a powerful alpha male, and she wasn’t backing down in the least.

She was perfect.

She pushed at his chest with her free hand before skimming it down his torso to the front of his jeans. He put his hands on the metal collar around her neck and broke it open with a strength he shouldn’t possess.

It might have had something to do with what she was currently doing with the hand that was on the front of his jeans.

His wolf roared within him, spurring him onward as he cast the broken collar aside. It clanged when it hit the ground. Jonathan put his hand over the woman’s and snarled, going so far as to press his sharp teeth to the spot on her neck where the collar had been.

She cupped him through his jeans.

He jerked. “Not…helping…my control here.”

The next he knew, she was yanking open his jeans. Desire slammed through him, and he growled out one word and one word only.

“Mine.”

In the next breath, they were both shifting fully into wolf form, wasting no time doing what his wolf wanted to do.

ChapterTwenty-One

Jonathan

Jonathan lay curledup with his mate on the floor of the cave, both still fully shifted into wolves. The rhythmic sound of her breathing was a soothing testament to the trust she now had in him. It was set against a backdrop of trickling water from the waterfall at the cave entrance. He had yet to close his eyes, fearful he’d wake to find this was all a dream. That Fate hadn’t placed him on the path of his mate.

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