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arms folded across his chest, the wind tossing his long hair. The bruise at his eye was darker now, and she only wished she’d blackened them both. Maybe then she would have had a chance to get back through that mirror.
    That was what she wanted, wasn’t it?
    “You have come to a world you do not understand, my firecat, and you have met a man you cannot command,” he said in his firm, yet vibrant tone. “For your own good, you must learn the desires and fears of your heart—and you must learn to trust and respect the one person with the skill and power to make you whole.” He paused and then added, “Me.”
    Alexi just stared at him, unable to believe he had the nerve to tell her she needed to be taught any lessons. “You’re out of your mind, you know that?”
    “It matters not if you believe me, or even if you refuse your own desires—not yet—so long as you learn obedience. We begin your training now, as there is no time to waste. Your punishment for striking a King of Tarok, and for your rudeness,” he said, “will be to remain here the night through.”
    Alexi’s jaw dropped and she stared at the bastard in utter disbelief. He was going to leave her staked out in the middle of a mountain meadow? Naked?
    “With my protections you will remain safe here, and no harm shall come to you.” He raised his hands and a red shimmer filled the air around Alexi, like a fiery bubble, and then it was gone. “When I return for you in the morning, you will address me as Master, and with respect, or I will not free you. Do you understand?”
    “Screw you.” Alexi clenched her teeth and her ears rang with the rage ripping through her.
    Darronn gave a slow nod, his expression stern. “I see that you do,” he said before he turned and walked away.

 
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
    Alexi let loose with a scream of fury. With all the strength she had, she yanked against her bonds. The leather straps bit into her wrists and ankles and her muscles ached with the effort of her struggles.
    The straps didn’t budge. Not that she’d thought they would.
    Shit shit shit. Calm down. This isn’t going to get you out of here, Alexi O’Brien.
    Forcing herself to relax her muscles, she slowly turned her head from one side to the other, and tried to tilt her head to look behind her best she could. No sign of the bastard. Just trees, grass, mountains, flowers…yadda yadda yadda.
    Alexi’s breathing and her heart rate were surprisingly calm and even considering her circumstances. But she was incredibly turned on, and that pissed her off and excited her all at once. How could being abducted by a gorgeous Conan the Barbarian, and staked out like an offering to the gods, make her so hot?
    But with her legs spread wide, her pussy was more than wet, her folds swollen, and her clit throbbing. Her breasts jutted up, her nipples hard as gemstones, her arms stretched way overhead, and her hands still gripping the gold stake. She wished she could ride the smooth, round end of the stake right now to get some relief. Damn but she needed to climax.
    More than likely this was due to her year of celibacy. Annie was right—she shouldn’t have so completely neglected herself. Then she wouldn’t be so desperate to be fucked by her captor.
    Even if he made her pussy vibrate with just one look.
    He’s a rapist, damn it. But her mind pushed back against the thought. She sensed plenty of aggression and power in tiger-man…but no malice. No intent to truly take her against her will, beyond what he had already done.
    So, it’ll be a battle of wills. So be it.
    Alexi sighed and stared up at the strange blue-green clouds above her in the darkening sky. The clouds moved as though a gentle wind pushed them, but she couldn’t feel a breeze or hear the waterfall. She felt surprisingly warm and comfortable, as though she was within a room, rather than outside in the middle of nowhere. Even the pebbles that had been poking into her back no longer bothered