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capture her and explain. Hatred had flared in her eyes when she’d caught him watching her after she’d killed. The betrayal he saw had been a severe blow to his system.
    He had been out searching for food when the leader had shown up at Blackie’s camp. Back in Death Valley, he had warned their leader she would be feisty, perhaps unpredictable. Blackie wished to track her on his own and bring her back already trained. Obviously the leader had decided to join in the hunt after all.
    Blackie had returned to camp quickly after hearing her screams. Had come back to find her fighting him off. Defiance raged in her brilliant green eyes as she stabbed her attacker.
    He wanted to catch her. To explain. He wanted to keep her safe. To pleasure her. To make her his. Only his .
    But after she had stabbed their leader in the heart and he’d died, she had run like a bolt of lightning. He would have gone after her, but tradition dictated he stay with the body. To bring the leader back to Death Valley for all to see, and then to the place of the dead for a proper send-off. After the traditional funeral, he’d come back for her. He’d been hunting her ever since.
    His lungs burned with fire as he tried to breathe just a little deeper. Tried to run just a little faster. She was only twenty feet away. Her tired breaths echoed past his ears as she dashed through the dense undergrowth in front of him.
    Every few seconds he caught glimpses of her. The fear lacing her heart-shaped face. The splash of silky, curly brown hair that reached mid-back. Her sun-kissed bronze skin.
    Until he had found her unconscious, he’d never seen this female before. But he still wanted her despite her being a killer. He hunted her not only out of revenge but also because he enjoyed a challenge and because of his sexual attraction toward her. Maybe the pull was even curiosity. He wanted to see how hard it would be to train her. He wondered how long before she submitted to the desires he would instill in her.
    Faster !
    Desperation urged him and Blackie pumped his legs harder.
    He could smell her. Sweet, succulent, female.
    He’d never reacted to a female as he had this one. She was petite. Shapely. His for the taking. His female .
    Yes, he would take her. He would make her enjoy his pleasure no matter how much she fought. No matter how hard she resisted.
    His lungs continued to burn from the exertion, but her sweet scent seared more power through him. He ran faster and her fear wrapped around him as he reached out. His right hand clamped over her right shoulder. Her skin was hot, smooth and very inviting as he swung her around.
    She was screaming. Falling. Her eyes went wide with terror as she landed on her back. He came down on her, straddled her and, within seconds, held both her wrists captive in one of his hands.
    With a rope he bound her wrists, and then threw her arms up and over her head, tying the other end of the rope to a small sapling a foot away from her head.
    “Get off me, you bastard!”
    He allowed her beautiful voice to slice into his bloodstream and loved the erotic way his body hummed with desire. He let her buck and writhe beneath him. Tried hard not to let himself become too aroused as her petite body ground against his cock and balls. But it didn’t take long before he clenched his teeth together with the need to take her here and now.
    But the defiant gaze shooting from her eyes gave him pause. This was not a woman who would easily be broken. She would kill him before she let that happen. Just as she had killed their leader.
    No, she needed to be primed, seduced.
    But first he needed to tell her he had not wished for the leader to attack her. He had meant to train her first.
    As she fought him, he couldn’t take his eyes from her body. She wore clothing in an unusual way. He was used to females walking confidently in their nakedness or wearing sheer, see-through clothing.
    This female had taken his hair blanket. It had gone missing