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his teeth, riding the edge between pain and pleasure. Her breaths began to come in pants again, as he built her body back up to the high. Increasing the bite in increments, he listening to the signs of her body. The rising heart rate, the panting breath, the liquid warmth growing slicker around his cock.
    His little seductress liked pain it seemed. She whimpered when he moved on, nibbling his way up her neck to her chin, around her lips, before roughly claiming her mouth. As his tongue delved into her, demanding she give him everything, he slammed his cock back into her, and she quaked in his arms.
    He drove her again and again, harder and harder, until she begged him to come, claimed she couldn’t possibly take anymore. When she clung to him weakly, he finally gave into his own need to climax and roared with the release. He soaked in the bliss of the moment—a well-satisfied mate, and himself in a place beyond replete.
    When his pulse and breathing were back under control, he tightened his arms around her, holding her close. Then he felt the wetness on his chest and realized she was crying. Self doubt and recrimination threatened to overwhelm him. Had he pushed too far too fast? Would she hate him after all?
    Leaning back, he took her chin in his palm and forced her to meet his gaze.
    “Are you okay?”
    “I’m fine.” She struggled against him, but he held her still. After that, there was no way she could continue to push him away, was there? Her eyes glittered darkly, anger in their depths when he didn’t let her go. His jaw hardened in resolved and, wrapping her legs around his waist, he stood and walked through the bedroom. Opening the bathroom door, he let her slide down his body before turning to the water taps.
    The tub was more than large enough for two, and he adjusted the water and jets to bathe them both. Straightening, he gestured for her to get in. She glared at him a moment before shrugging and stepping over the side. Sitting down, she leaned her back against the ledge and sighed. He got in and sat on the opposite side.
    “The silent treatment again?” he asked.
    She cracked open one eye and studied him. “What should I talk about?” She closed her eye, and he stretched his legs out on the outside of hers and pulled her feet into his lap, gently rubbing the arches. Some of the tension eased from her torso before he spoke again.
    “Tell me about your grandparents.”
    She grunted, but kept her relaxed posture. “A match not made in heaven.” He rolled his eyes. Who said women talked a lot? “That’s not very helpful.” A grin appeared briefly on her face. “He saw her, he claimed her. She resented the hell out of it and they made each other miserable. It was not a pretty relationship.”
    “And you grew up with that?”
    She rolled her head side to side against the rim of the tub, eyes still closed. “He disappeared when I was about ten. Tinnie never let us forget though.”
    She went silent, and he looked for a way to get her talking again. “Is that why you study wolves?
    And werewolves?” He managed to restrain the snarl that thought evoked.
    Sighing, she opened her eyes and watched him warily. Maybe she heard the snarl anyway.
    “Maybe. Yeah, I guess so. I wanted to understand.”
    “What pack?”
    “Excuse me?”
    “What pack let you study them?”
    She laughed. “I don’t think I’d use the word let . I have friends in the Panhandle and Charleston.
    I’ve unofficially observed them a long time.”
    He nodded. “I’m surprised you didn’t go to them when you were running from me.”
    “Yeah, right.” She snorted. “They wouldn’t hide me from the Appalachian Alpha even if they wanted to. You have a reputation for being pretty ruthless.” This time he laughed. “Maybe someone should fill my detractors in on that little fact.” She leaned back and closed her eyes. “Happy to. I’ll start with kidnapping.” He cocked his head to one side and reviewed the first