Nayla hated that she missed their warmth. "How do I know you're not lying?"
"Right." She remembered he'd asked for proof. "If you're
chained I can escort you to the dungeon."
He lifted a dark eyebrow. "What is it with you and the
chains?"
"How else can I trust that you won't escape or try to hurt
anyone?"
He chuckled. "Trust me? You're alone with me in a dark
bedroom. Last night, I penetrated your body and made you scream my name. Do you
know how many chances you've given me to hurt you? To kill you?"
"You wouldn't dare." God, she hoped not.
"And yet you don't trust me. Why is that?" A wild spark
glinted in his eyes and his gorgeous lips curled up to a half-smile.
Nayla stood speechless. She didn't know how to answer his
question and she didn't know how to stanch the raw need surging through her
body. Her fingers itched to touch him, despite the ill will she held for his
species. He was so close and... She glanced down to his solid erection. He wanted
her too.
She licked her dry lips. "I trust us. Together."
* * * * *
Mace raked his gaze down to the lush cleavage spilling from
her dress. He gave up trying to fight the attraction. It was an impossible
mission. The wolf inside of him, the part that was difficult to control, was
clawing to be released, weakening his human side. It had been too long since
he'd transformed, too long since he'd felt the moon's empowering glow.
He gritted his jaw. How simple it would be to break through
the boarded windows and run into the night. But leaving wasn't an option as
long as his pack was imprisoned. Which wouldn't be for much longer if Nayla was
honest about agreeing to feed them. If it were true, soon they might have
enough strength to overpower the guards.
With his naive Nayla occupied, they might have a better
chance.
"Do you trust me, Mace?" She stared up at him, her eyes
glossy against the dim light of the oil lamp. "I promise I'll make your life
pleasant. And I'll be loyal to you." She brushed her fingers down the center of
his abdomen and her voice dropped to a sensual whisper. "If you continue to
satisfy me, I'll give you my all."
His stomach clenched against her touch as pressure built in
his groin. No, he'd not be so foolish as to put his life in this woman's hands.
But he'd gladly allow her to satisfy him for now. And, damn it if he didn't
want to give her more pleasure.
Like an addict reaching for his drug, Mace seized her wrist
and pressed her hand against his erection. His blood coursed through his body,
rushing toward her touch as she wrapped her cool, soft fingers around his cock.
He inhaled a rough breath and guided her up and down his
shaft. With his hypersensitive Were senses on overload, he caught the musky
scent of her pussy as she grew moist for him.
His balls knotted achingly tight. "Have you ever had a man
in your mouth, Nayla?"
She shook her head and looked up at him. "No. I'd like to
try it, though. I want to taste you. Every part of you."
He swallowed any hope of denying her this evening, wondering
how he'd found himself in this predicament, yearning for a beautiful woman who
was also his captor. The same woman who'd starved his pack and imprisoned them
in filth. If he hated her, all this would be simpler, but every nerve in his
body deceived him by craving her.
He brought his hand up to brace the back of her neck. With a
firm hold, he pulled her with him as he found a wall to lean against, then
eased her down to her knees. She went willingly but pursed her lips, probably
holding back a scowling remark about how she, the Queen, shouldn't be treated
this way. But he didn't give a damn. He refused to be her whipping boy. If she
wanted this affair, it would be on his terms.
Her hands trembled as she held his base. "I've seen it done
and I know I can be good at it."
Not the response he'd been expecting. He released her neck
and used his hand to sweep the tip of his cock across her parted lips. With her
kneeling in front of him, looking up at him
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