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shimmered in the air. Hers, certainly.
    Did he feel it, too? There was so much fury in his eyes, it was difficult to say. But then her gaze traveled the length of his hard, muscular body, coming to rest on the arousal standing straight up from his groin, long and thick and rigid.
    Oh, he felt it, all right. And wasn’t the least bit happy about it.
    “Free me,” the man growled between clenched teeth as he watched her with a predator’s stillness.
    Skye went to where the animals awaited, greeting them silently as they greeted her, running her hands down the neck of the doe and bending to let the sweet creature nuzzle her cheek as Faithful always did. Sharp grief pierced her heart at the thought of this deer’s future.
    “If I could free you, I would.” She’d free them all, herself included. But freedom from Birik was impossible. She’d tried. Over and over she’d tried until Birik made certain she would never try again.
    With a last stroke of the doe’s soft coat, she crossed back and closed the steel door to the room, a door Birik had installed years ago to keep her in. She rarely bothered to close it anymore. It had never kept anyone out. But she closed it now, needing no audience for what she must do.
    With a deep breath that did little to calm her, she moved slowly toward the cold slab of rockthat had acted as her bed for so many years. The Feral’s black eyes watched her every step of the way. As she drew near, she couldn’t find the courage to meet the anger in his eyes and looked away, letting her gaze wander over his powerful male body instead. He was truly magnificent. Mage males tended toward slim physiques and few overt muscles. Not so the Ferals.
    This one in particular was a sight to behold. His skin was a beautiful shade of bronze, his chest broad and muscular, adorned with a thick, intriguing tattoo—an intricate interweaving of curves and lines. Around one of the thickly muscled arms chained above his head curved a golden armband. At one end, the head of a panther stared out at her, its eyes twinkling with emeralds. She knew the armband could not be removed except by the wearer himself.
    Birik had tried.
    With a deep breath, she forced herself to meet that dark, angry gaze.
    The moment she did, he growled at her. “Free me.”
    “I can’t.” Her breath caught, her pulse fluttering as she felt the pull of those eyes. She had the oddest sensation that if she wasn’t careful, she’d find herself tumbling into those black depths, becoming the captive instead of the captor.
    Lifting her hand, she reached for him, sliding her palm across his warm, granite chest, tracing his tattoo, feeling the ripple of hard muscle against her skin. Desire arced through her body.His masculine scent rose up to meet her on a rush of dark, carnal pleasure.
    The animal inside him, pacing angrily, turned its head toward her in greeting.
    “Don’t touch me,” the man snarled.
    “I have no choice.” She stared into those furious eyes, forcing herself to hold his gaze. “Hear me, Feral. Your only chance at survival is to cooperate with me. If you fail to prove useful, Birik will destroy you. And I don’t want that.”
    A muscle in his jaw leaped. “Then let me go.”
    “I can’t.” Her palm slid down to his abdomen to brush the edge of the thatch of hair springing up around his root. His muscles tightened, quivering beneath her touch. “Let me mount you, warrior.”
    “ Never .” But his erection twitched, jerking. His will denied what his body craved.
    What both their bodies craved. She knew he remembered as well as she did what it had been like, that slide of flesh within flesh. The pleasure… good Mother, the pleasure. She hadn’t realized it could be like that. Her body had been breached more times than she could count, yet sex had never brought her anything but discomfort or pain.
    Until this man walked into her life. From the moment she first saw him, her body had throbbed almost continuously,