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    “Yes,” she whispered. “Please, take me before I claim you.”
    Her words didn’t make sense, but he didn’t care. Releasing her, he lay her on the bed. She went with a whimper, seeming as unhappy as he at the separation, and he positioned her on her knees. He could thrust deeper if he wasn’t holding her, could unleash the untamed beast she’d created. “Keep your ass in the air for me, little wolf.”
    She obeyed, gurgling some compliant sound, before he settled into his rhythm and pounded into her while rubbing her clit with the flat of his hand.
    When he came, he swore he saw stars behind his eyes, and, resembling a kid with his first piece of ass, he collapsed on her, trying to remember how to breathe when he was done.

 
     
     
Chapter Five
     
     
    Ryker wasn’t one for many words, so she wasn’t surprised when the Enforcer led her up the hill in silence. When she’d gotten his command to meet him, fear tinged the dewy happiness which shrouded her ever since the night before. A glance at the horizon confirmed as clearly as if she’d looked at her cell-phone display—night was coming, soon, and she didn’t want to be on a hill with Ryker.
    She’d prefer being home, preparing to meet him . She didn’t have to ask when she’d awakened alone, the scent of him wreathing her like a bouquet, to know he’d be back for her. The mutual nature of their attraction had been verified with his every move, his every touch, and the feel of his thick hardness buried deep inside her.
    Her skin flushed at the memory, and she cast a glance over her shoulder at Ryker to see if he scented her arousal. Typical dominant, he didn’t waste a single look her direction, no doubt disregarding her altogether. She was beneath notice, beneath importance, something proved during Magnum’s long and oblivious reign. The rage this knowledge brought further fueled her rebellion. Who was Ryker, of all Wolves, to call her to task, assuming he suspected she’d been cavorting— fucking the brains out of —a human? Everyone knew Ryker had marked a human then claimed her as his mate. He didn’t have any right—
    The hand clutching the nape of her neck left her yelping, head bowed in submission. Pain lanced from the grip, searing down her spine and dropping her to her knees with tears in her eyes. In seconds, she flopped, belly up, hoping to eliminate his dominance play with her obvious submission. Her eyes betrayed her resistance to his control over her, meeting his gaze while she lay exposed and helpless at his feet.
    “Not acceptable, little one.” His palm moved, lightly gripping the front of her neck so she just felt the bite of his nails. She read the nonverbal warning in his touch. If they’d been in Wolf form, he’d have bitten her neck, demanding her submission and acknowledgement of his dominion. As it was, his hand warned her he could snap her spine with a simple twist of his wrist. His eyes furthered his dominance display, since nothing human gazed out at her. Instead, his Wolf peered at her, daring her to challenge him.
    Dropping her eyelids, she went still, relaxing into the forest floor. She daren’t say a word, knowing the ground she stood on could shatter beneath her at any given moment. She’d made a mistake not bending to his will right away. She wasn’t always so careless, but her relationship with the human made her reckless. She felt important, something years of the broken pack hadn’t managed to do. If she played the submissive long enough, Ryker would soon bore with the lack of challenge and find better things to do with his day than harassing the weakest of the wolves.
    “Your scent is occluded. You’ve been doing things you didn’t ask permission to do, Patch.”
    She swallowed, or tried to—his hand, pressed on her throat, stopped her. He had to have known—then again, he’d asked if she was safe, not granted her permission to play.
    “We can’t protect you if you stray from the