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  Michele lifted her head, pleading with her eyes.

  Kneeling down before her, he kept his voice steady and calm, putting in extra effort to reinforce tranquillity. “I could force the change. I am that powerful.”

  A moment later, a light flashed and enveloped Michele’s body. In an instant, she lay on the floor, her body totally naked.

  The sight of her heavy breasts caught his attention first. Luka’s groin grew harder instantly. Letting his eyes roam down the length of her body, he couldn’t help but love the long lines of her legs, the powerful curve of her ass. Sweeping his gaze back up towards her neck, he spotted the wounds made by the other wolf.

  They had managed to stop bleeding long enough to start healing with the help of the magick.

  Her skin was as opulent as he’d expected, full of rich colour that begged for powdered sugar.

  He couldn’t control the involuntary motion when he licked his lips.

  She tilted her head and frowned. Her eyes narrowed, zeroing in on his groin. “Satisfied?”

  Luka shook his head. Extending his hand, he leaned closer to her. “I’m sorry. Here, let me help you up.”

  “Are you okay?” Tiffany rushed to her sister’s side. “What happened?” Worry wasn’t hidden from her voice.

  Michele stood, brushed herself off and quickly folded her arms over her chest in a smooth motion.

  Luka licked his lip again. She truly was grace and beauty in one package.

  Sighing heavily, Michele snatched the robe from Tiffany’s hand. Throwing it on over her arms, she snuggled it tight around her body and belted it. “There, much better.” She lifted her chin, and the sparkle of defiance returned to her eyes. “What? You act as though you haven’t seen another wolf before. Get over it.”

  Chapter Three

  Letting out a breath of relief, Luka smirked. “It’s not that. I was checking to see if you were okay. What happened?”

  Setting a hand on her voluptuous hip, Michele turned towards his liquor cabinet. Walking over to one of the open bottles of bourbon, she picked it up, took the top off and took a long sip, gulping down quite a large amount before returning the bottle to its former place. “Fucking sitting in the car waiting for my sister,” she glared at Tiffany for emphasis, “and this asshole comes up to it, sniffs it then transforms. I’m not about to fear you assholes, so I shoved open the door and transformed, as well. We grappled and fought for a moment before he apparently realised whose house he was in front of. He said something about needing to kill you before the full moon in a few days. The rest you know.”

  A closer glance at her eyes revealed she was holding back information. Luka filed that away for later when they had more time.

  “So, what’s the deal, anyway? Why is someone slightly more psychotic after you?”

  Resting against the table, Luka grinned. The unmistakable scent of arousal came from Michele, wafting towards his nose. “Because I’m the ruler of this territory.”

  Her eyes widened. She looked at Tiffany and groaned. “You’ve been serving the head of all of the packs in this area?”

  Tiffany nodded. “Proudly for the last year.”

  Michele snorted. “He’s still a loser.”

  Snickering, Luka kept his attention focused on Michele. “You want me. I can smell it. And according to the pendant, you and I need each other.”

  She made an unladylike noise. “What the pendant or anyone else says has no effect on me. I am not part of this territory.”

  A brow rose. “Do you live in this area with your sister?”

  Michele turned her head away. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t want anything to do with wolf politics.”

  Luka stepped closer to Michele, keeping his eyes on her body. He watched how the ovals of her eyes narrowed with each step he took. He no longer needed the necklace to tell him what his heart already knew. Whether she wanted it or not was another matter, but he had to get her in his bed and at least make it appear to Lajon and the others he had a mate who would balance him.

  He jeered. There was no way this young vixen could balance him. She was all aggression and attitude.

  Still, he couldn’t stop himself from cornering her.

  She lifted her hands in front of her. “What are you doing?”

  Catching them in his, he spoke with his voice dropping lower with each word. “What I need to do in order to make sure you’re healing and will continue to live.”

  The panic in her voice caused it to squeak. “I’m fine, I swear it. See?” She pulled away the collar of the robe and bent her head to expose her neck.

  A cough sounded behind them.

  Luka glanced over his shoulder at Tiffany.

  “I’m still here.” She crossed her arms in front of her and tapped her foot.

  Luka glared.

  Tiffany smirked and wandered out of the kitchen.

  The husky tone in Michele’s voice couldn’t be missed. “Goddamn it! Why did you have to send away the only thing keeping you safe?”

  Returning his focus to Michele, he cocked an eyebrow. “Keeping me safe?” He stepped closer and was now mere inches from her. He reached out to touch her cheek with a tender hand. Her skin was soft, supple and smooth.

  Her head jerked.

  He caught her and forced her mouth to his in a heated kiss that started out hard, conquering, but eased to a softer pace with each taste of her.

  Her mouth opened for him, letting his tongue slither in and out, around her lower lip.

  Luka tasted her, picking up the bourbon spice along with her natural honey and rose, perfumed scents he could find himself easily intoxicated by if he didn’t take some modicum of control.

  She sucked in a breath and clutched his arms, pressing her body against his. “Damn you,” she growled against his skin.

  Chuckling into her flesh, he stepped back, taking her with him. “Damn me? What for?” He resumed his assault on her mouth with his.

  She pulled from the kiss, running her hands up and down the expanse of his shoulders. “For making me want another wolf so badly. It’s been so long…”

  He captured her again, clutching a fistful of hair. Tugging her head back, he licked a trail down her jaw, swirling his tongue over the sensitive part of her neck.

  She moaned, pulling him tighter against her.

  His cock bobbed against her stomach, and despite the robe and his slacks, he could still feel her heat. “You know the rules of this game, then?”

  She groaned. Her hands reached his ass, squeezing. “Yes.”

  Luka gripped her thighs, heaving her off the ground. “Yet you hate it and are still giving in.”

  Nodding, she said, “It’s just sex.” She locked her legs around his waist and reached between their bodies. “May I?”

  He nodded, shaking against her. “It’s more than that. You feel it, too, don’t you?”

  Another groan. Her hand reached the snap on his slacks, undoing it and unzipping him quickly. Her body pressed into his with deft movements that had her panting, begging for him.

  The strength it took to hold her with one arm while she clutched onto him would amaze anyone. Grabbing himself with his other hand, he found her heat, intense enough to travel up the length of his cock before he’d even pressed it against her nether lips.

  Michele tensed her thighs, pushing herself off him just slightly before slamming down on his cock.

  Both of them shuddered and moaned into each other.

  Luka positioned them so she was against the wall, wrapped around him still. The scent of lupine and rose carried through the air, wild and free.

  Her wet pussy clenched him, welcoming him with a tightness that didn’t want to let go.

  He tangled one fist around her hair and suckled on her neck, tasting and biting the skin so sweet. “Goddamn, you’re slick.”

  Michele bit into his shoulder and cried out. “You’re well on your way to becoming that way too, bud.”

  Luka started bucking against he
r, using the wall and her round ass for momentum.

  Each thrust made her breath catch. She squeezed her legs together around him and tossed her head against the wall.

  Luka kept suckling on her neck, careful to avoid the wound on the other side. Hands on her plump ass squeezed her while he enjoyed the feel of her pussy caressing the length of his dick.

  Her juices coated him, making her tight passage even wetter and his throbbing cock even harder. She burned him with her kisses, with the way her muscles clenched around his body.

  They fit together perfectly.

  Rhythmic movements had them slapping against each other with an almost trancelike sound with nails gripping, claws digging into flesh and teeth scraping against skin.

  Each thrust upwards sent Michele’s head lolling back and forth against his shoulder and the wall.

  Luka maintained his pace, keeping in time with the way her body deliciously jerked against his, allowing him to drive himself in deeper and deeper with each thrust.

  Her moans grew louder, her grip on him more desperate.

  The familiar sensation of tightness started low in his balls. Luka slowed down, adjusting his angle to penetrate her with less intensity but more focus on her clit.

  Strong thighs wrapped even tighter around his waist and seized him. “I don’t want this.”

  He was panting, his heart racing, his breathing becoming laboured. “You need it.”

  Between deep breaths, Michele shook her head, her hair falling over her face to darken her features. “No. I can’t be tied to another Alpha.”

  Luka reached between them and pinched a nipple taut.

  Her head fell back against the wall. Her skin was sweat-covered and reddened. “No, please no, Luka!”

  “You need to come.” The demand in his voice couldn’t be mistaken.

  Michele growled but stopped when her breath caught in her throat. Panting, slamming onto him, she hurriedly picked up the pace.

  Luka spoke in stuttered speech. “Orgasm. Is. Nnnear, isn’t it?”

  She didn’t respond verbally. Her body bucked and tensed up around him, muscles clenching the base of his cock.

  With each withdrawal, vice-like pressure rubbed him and pulled his own orgasm closer to the surface.

  Tweaking her nipples again, he dipped his head down to her neck and flicked his tongue around her satiny skin, tasting the saltiness and earthy musk that had appeared during their fucking. It wouldn’t take but one word and a call of the wolf’s power to bind her to him.

  Did he dare?

  She wasn’t in love with him. Didn’t seem to want him. But her body certainly didn’t reject his.

  The pack, the greater good, needed this. Needed a leader with a mate. He’d just have to force her hand if the humans were to be saved.

  “You love this?” He undulated his hips upwards, triggering her orgasm.

  She cried aloud, begging him not to make her come.

  It was too late. She threw her head back. With her mouth wide open, she yelled, screaming his name along with a number of obscenities while her body shook and soaked his cock with her juices.

  He needed to bind her now but couldn’t. Release hit him first, his balls drawing up against his body. Pumping, thrusting harder and deeper, he slammed himself into her, emptying his seed inside her and nearly smashing his fingers between the wall and her ass.

  Groaning, squeezing his eyes tightly shut and coming in spurts, he filled her full and then some before he stopped and clutched her tightly to him.

  She held onto him for balance, for dear life.

  He heard her sob against him. Felt her warm tears against his exposed skin.

  He pulled back from the wall and carried her to the counter where he set her down gently. He wasn’t afraid he’d hurt her, she was a wolf. But her sobs threatened to break his heart.

  She wasn’t his, and he couldn’t bring himself to bind her or break her free will, but he did need her submission. Lifting his head up, he brought a hand to her face. With his thumb, he smoothed away the tears falling steadily from her soft brown eyes. “What’s wrong?”

  Michele sniffled, looked up at him and smiled weakly. Running a hand through her hair, she moved it out of her face and tried her best to give him that defiant look he knew well.

  He tilted her chin with his thumb. “Tell me, sweetheart.”

  Another sniffle was followed by another before she stopped and squared her shoulders. “Nothing.”

  Luka snorted. “I know better.” He did, too, could sense the apprehension in her voice, feel the bitterness of some painful memories she didn’t want to discuss. It chilled him to the bone.

  She shook her head. “This can’t work. I’m not in your rank, and I’m not interested in pack politics.”

  “It doesn’t have to be about pack politics or rank. Look at me. I’m a fucking playboy, for goddess’ sake! Or I was until they threw this damn necklace on me.” He gestured with his hand at the pendant that somehow had come off and was now sitting on the table behind them. “I did not want this, did not want to be Alpha over this pack. But my family, those that raised me, were human, and rogue wolves killed them. The family I loved and had learned to respect, that taught me,” his voice was shaking now, “how to live in harmony and be who I am regardless,” he felt the backs of his eyes start to burn with tears, “were slaughtered by rogues. Then Lajon found me. From then on, I didn’t have a choice.”

  Her eyes widened at the horror of his words. “I was just going to tell you about my broken heart from the alpha of the rogue wolves, but wow. You just…” Her jaw dropped. She studied his face for a moment. Apparently she saw what she wanted because she looked away.

  The impact of what she said hit him, but he kept on this tangent. She needed to hear him in hopes that he’d bring her around to him. They could discuss her falling in love with his brother later. “I could carry the hate around forever, you know. I could let it simmer and build within me and let the rage destroy me. Or I could do what I’ve done.”

  She scowled. “Which is what, exactly?”

  He smiled softly. “Built a life and a family for myself and others. Your sister learned to serve me because, like most of us, she’s kinky.”

  She leaned forward and set her hands on the counter’s edge. Her eyes narrowed. “But she’s human! She can’t take the pain you can dish out.”

  “You’d be amazed, first off. Second, what kind of leader is my brother?”

  Michele gasped. “Your b-b-brother?”

  Turning around to face her from the side, he sighed. “Yeah. You thought you loved my brother. Didn’t you? How did that work out? Is your sister bruised? Harmed or coerced into being here?”

  Tiffany appeared a moment later, carrying a tray with three glasses of bourbon and the bottle. After setting it down on the table, she handed one glass to Luka, took one for herself and gave the last one to her sister. “Ahem, Luka.” Her eyes darted downward, and she patted her stomach.

  Following the motion of her eyes while taking the glass, heat crept up his neck. “I’m sorry!” He zipped himself up then helped cover Michele with the size of his body while she adjusted her robe.

  “I don’t have the senses you two do, being full-blooded human,” she smirked, “but I’d appreciate it if you two remembered that humans embrace modesty. I’d expect you to remember,” she glared at Luka.

  He gave her a shrug that somehow seemed Gallic, saying so much with so little.

  Tiffany groaned and took a sip of bourbon. “I take it you two are caught up on each other’s wounds?”

  He nodded. “Your sister was just telling me about my brother.”

  Michele snorted. “He is a typical male, stubborn, headstrong and dominating. Not at all like you.”

  Tiffany giggled. “She’s got you, there.”

  “Hush, woman.” He brought a hand to his head and closed his eyes. He hadn’t seen his brother in months, but word must have gotten around that his time was drawing
near to either have a mate or cede control of the pack.

  Michele swirled her drink around before taking a sip. He assumed it was the heat from the alcohol that made her gasp and squint.

  “There’s no way I’m interested in dating another overbearing asshole.”

  He smiled. “Good. ‘Cause I’m only an occasional asshole, according to my submissive.”

  Michele’s eyes widened. “How is that so? You’ve subjugated my sister!”

  Setting a hand on Tiffany’s back, he rubbed her, needing the contact from someone familiar, safe.

  She turned to him and smiled.

  The physical connection between them wasn’t hot like it had been with Michele, the two were so different it wasn’t funny. Michele was a full wolf and Tiffany a full human. How could that have been?

  He didn’t have time to ponder it. “Tiffany isn’t brutalised. I’m into the bondage part with other women who can take it. Tiffany realises her place in this world is with someone who loves her deeply, not unlike the way I care for her but differently. She is good at being submissive, good at handling my affairs as she has the last year or so. I’ve trained her to respect herself and pack law to a point. But,” he looked at Tiffany, “what did I tell you?”

  She smiled so brightly, it lit up her face. “Protect yourself, your loved ones, shoot to kill!”

  Michele groaned. “You and your brother are almost alike.”

  Luka frowned. He growled out the one word. “How?”

  Michele slid off the counter and smoothed out the robe. “He has the same attitude about people.”

  His mouth curled up. “Ugh. No. We share a similar belief, but I took the high road.”

  She pursed her lips together in a thin line. “Fine. I’ll see it when I believe it. But,” she let out a long, slow breath, “how do we proceed? You bound us.”

  His eyebrows rose. “I did no such thing.”

  Her shoulders tensed. She leaned against the countertop and sipped her bourbon then looked at him, her eyes staring directly at his. “I felt it.”

  He lifted his chin. Setting a hand on his hips, he took a step back and examined her. Her scent had changed from when he’d first met her. Now it smelled of roses and honey and sex, a pungent yet intoxicating aroma that caused his nostrils to flare. “I didn’t bind you.”