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She shook her head. “No… no, please… not…”

He looked into her eyes then, squeezing her hip, loving the way her lashes fluttered as the claw tips finally did puncture her ever so slightly there, not even enough to draw blood.

“You don’t deserve it, omega, but you’ll find I can be merciful… now and then.” He ruthlessly thrust inside, curling his knuckles within her, working her hard, swollen clit round and round until her hips bucked and writhed continuously.

“Yes… fuck…yes!”

“You may come, omega,” he murmured, giving her clit a harsh squeeze just as she began to spasm, further sending her over, but mixing it with pain. Just as she would come to expect from him.

She cried out, her hair flying. Then she froze, riding his fingers over and over, his murmurs of encouragement and admonishment making her blush anew, even as it seemed to spur her on to yet more orgasms.

“Oh yes, that’s it, girl. Such strong squeezes, ride it, ride it. No—more. That’s it, deeper, all the way down now. I know it hurts, but it feelssogood too. You can’t fool me, omega.” He took a playful nip at the corner of her mouth. “I know. Iknow. Now, come for me again!”

Her cries grew more ragged, almost hoarse, as he forced her to one, then another, and yet another orgasm. Each time, as she pled with him in a language more eloquent than any words, he showed her what she had to look forward to.

An alpha who was strong enough to give herexactlywhat she needed. Even if she didn’t understand it, even as she fought the truth of it, the acceptance of what she was.

Finally, sensing her stamina flagging, he let her go, wiping his fingers off in the thick tuft of her pubic hair—which made her flush fetchingly all over again.

Then he stepped back, leaving her there, quivering and panting and defeated, a strong female conquered by her own mysterious, elemental animal desires.

For a long moment, he drank in the sight of her body, the long lines, the fiery red of her hair, the locks just beginning to pull loose, crazed and dazzling, from the ponytail. The heavy breasts, the strong, but slender shoulders, the pleasingly narrow waist, and the broad hips all conspired to undo him, to strike at his self-control in a way he could scarcely resist.

Ryan and Mattias were as silent as church mice, their gazes coursing up and down Stacy’s presented nudity with equal parts awe and lustful avarice.

“My Gods, have you ever seen one respond likethat?” Knox asked softly.

But Dmitri didn’t answer, his eyes locked with the fathomless emerald of Stacy’s gaze, his mind already diving deep once again, learning still more, already prying for those secrets that even then she still tried to hide from the man, the wolf that now owned every part of her, body and spirit.

Shewasperfect for him, in every way.

Now, he just needed to figure out how to convinceherof that truth.

CHAPTER11

Stacy

Though she wasn’t sure how long it had been, she awoke in the morning to bright sunlight, a soft pillow, and clean sheets on the bed. And quiet. Much too quiet.

It was as if the memories were jumbled, the timelines confused, swirling, uncertain. They’d led her stumbling back into this room at some point after cutting her down. It was dark then, and the room even more so. Her emotions and adrenaline were flowing so high that she couldn’t be sure that her perception was at all accurate, that the picture her memories painted wasn’t deceiving her.

Regardless, they’d left her there, taking off the gag, the blindfold, the cuffs, none of them saying a word. The big one who’d been running the crank which had stretched her body just past the point of pain, was the one who’d unbound her. He hadn’t even looked at her though, and that only made her more unsettled.

The leader was the only one watching her in that room. The other two, “Mr. Clean” and “Slick”—for she’d already come up with monikers for them—were just outside in the hallway, their presence more felt than anything else, the dark of the room inky, impenetrable, rendering her sense of sight just as useless as if she’d still been blindfolded.

Then they’d locked the door behind them, leaving her to her uncertainty, and her fear—and the never-ending betrayal of her body. She’d wept then, her head in her hands, her fingers jammed in her mouth to muffle the sound. She wasn’t about to give them the satisfaction of letting them hear her cry.

She could still see the leader’s face, hismuchtoo handsome face, his grin both warm and dangerous. How was it possible that that grindidsuch things to her, stoking the blazing heat between her legs, stirring emotions, and feelings, andneedswithin her that she’d long suppressed. It wasn’t that she was new to men, or asexual, or unable to get laid when she wanted to. It wasn’t like that at all. What unsettled her was the fact that her body seemed to beignoringher will, as if her will had been detached, locked away, even mocked for daring to think that it could moderate or control her body’s needs, its basest animalistic desires.

And those desires said one thing above all—that she wanted him, and wanted him right now.

You can’t let this happen, Stacy. You can’t just give in.

But the fact was that no matter what she tried every time he came near, every time she caught the scent of him, it was all she could do to resist spreading her legs and begging him to fuck her, to take her. To fill her, even hurt her, to dowhateverhe wanted with her. If only, oh God ifonlyhe would just give her what she needed so very badly.

As hard as he’d been on her while she hung from those ropes, she couldn’t help but remember how much she fought not to plead with him for more, that even as she climaxed over and over and over again on his thick, callused fingers, what she wanted most of all in that moment… was the man’s cock.

The man holding her captive. The man who, as far as the law was concerned, now owned her.

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