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from the wild little wretch.
     
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    Sarah’s ass felt as though she had been stung by a dozen angry hornets. Hot and swollen, she had to admit that she had made a mistake. William was capable of more than he let on. When he plied the lash he was as focused as any big cat intent on its prey.
    For the first time since her capture, Sarah felt a rush of true release. Tension she did not know she had been feeling rushed away, replaced by relaxation. Tears sprang to her eyes, not because she was sad or because she was sore, but because she was so relieved to finally feel right again.
    William’s palm ran across her bottom. His hand was large and comforting, petting her heated flesh. And then it descended between her cheeks, back to her sex. She spread her legs, welcoming the touch, but it was fleeting.
    “Don’t want you to get any of those dominant ideas again, do we?” He murmured the question down at her.
    He still didn’t understand nature. His city had separated him from the natural order of things. Poor fool, he was strong and capable, but without understanding, strength was useless.
    Sarah clamped her thighs together and rolled onto her side, looking up at him with wet eyes. He let her move, another little triumph for her. Already she was clawing her way back to control, already… the room spun and her face met pillow as he pushed her back onto her stomach, pinning her firmly just above her bottom.
    “I didn’t give you the command to move, did I? I didn’t say this was over either.” Again the leather bit her bottom with a hard, unexpected whack.
    She gave a guilty little giggle. Maybe he wasn’t quite as stupid as he seemed to be.
    “You think this is funny?” William cut the leather down several more times, until she was wriggling under his securing palm, her clit rubbing against the bed sheets with every grinding attempt at evasion.
    “I prefer to be nice,” he informed her from on high. “But if mean is what you need, I can do that too.” He proved it by cracking the leather down across the super sensitive area where her cheeks met her thighs not once, but six times. The barrage of swats made her cry out, but not for mercy. She knew she deserved this, this and so much more if he were truly capable of being her mate.
    The next time he stopped, she made sure to lie still. Her hide was growing too tender to test him any further. He reached down and cupped her chin, letting her turn to look at him. His face, always handsome, was quite different in that moment. The expression of determination made his features seem more severe, closer to those of an apex predator. She saw the hawk in his eyes, the big cat in his hands.
    A submissive impulse took her. She wanted to be curled up with him, she wanted to see his gaze soften, though she knew it would not that day. He nodded down at her, apparently understanding their silent conversation.
    He reached for her, drawing her up. She pressed her face to his chest and breathed his scent deeply. There were not words for what she felt, but he understood her actions and wrapped his arms around her in a silent acceptance of her apology. Nuzzling against the hard planes of his chest, Sarah felt safety such as she had never known while running wild in the forest. She had been alone for such a long time, leader of her own little pack. She had quite forgotten what it was to trust another person, even for a few moments.

Chapter Three
     
     
    William’s home was full of wonders. A big box-like structure out of which food came, crisp and ready to eat. When it ran low, more was delivered. Lights burned inside whether it was day or night, and when the sun fell below the horizon they seemed to burn brightly all across the city. In her wild days she had wondered why the place glowed. Now she knew.
    There were ample means of idle entertainment too. Where Sarah had once watched streams trickle by for hours on end, now she could experience a device called a holochamber, where