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It was bliss. Terrifying, savage bliss.

It was powerful, sudden, maybe a slight bit painful, but that was a small percentage of the blissful rush that had just hit me. “You feel like heaven, Daphne. You’re like a vise around me.”

I gripped his hard, round butt cheeks, pulling him into me. Arms around him, legs around him. He didn’t wait too long before coming at me again, his balls slapping against me, heavy with need for me. A steady, strong rhythm followed and I cried out louder and louder with each thrust.

My cries of bliss sang to the heavens.

Faster still, the pace was electric. “Come for me, Daphne. Scream for me. I want to hear your desire for me.” His voice was a harsh growl and I could deny him nothing.

“With... with... with my words?” I managed to let out between incoherent moans of delight.

“Words, howls, gasps of pleasure, all are acceptable.” He placed a kiss on my lips, a bit of tender romance in a sea of savage passion.

I let go then and surrendered fully. Pleasure sparked inside me and gave way to the wildfire of orgasm, all of it consuming me wholly and fully, me singing my screeching song of appreciation for him.

He, too, was right there with me. A deep, guttural growl hit him, low enough that I didn’t think anyone besides me could hear it. It came with the powerful pulsing of his cock into me, a constant, steady stream of seed flooding me and overwhelming me.

And it was all for me.

I was hit with the aftershocks of delight. The pleasure felt like it lasted forever and forever wasn’t long enough. Finally, his strength faded, but he still held me close, shifting so that he was behind me, his hands wrapped around my body.

He growled in appreciation, nuzzling his nose in my hair.

My head was spinning, but a touch of rationality finally came back to me. I shook my head and laughed. “You’re pretty good. For a kidnapper.”

“Only pretty good? And how many kidnappers have you been with?” He nipped at my neck.

“So many I lost count.” He nipped my shoulder harder this time.

“Kidding!” I laughed. His jealous Neanderthal act was surprisingly sexy.

I lay there in a pleasurable haze, but doubt was already starting to creep in. I let him feed me, I let him seduce me…well, okay, I eagerly participated…

What next? And if we did this every night, how would I ever find the strength to do what I needed to do—which was to find a way to escape and make my way back to the human world?

Ten

Daphne

The good ache pulsed between my thighs as I opened my eyes to the light that crept through the curtains. I sat up and looked to the other side of the bed, arching my back.

Killian was already awake and standing tall, buttoning up a red flannel shirt. “Good morning, gorgeous.”

“Good morning,” I replied, pulling the covers up. As if he hadn’t already seen me from every possible angle. How does one greet the sexy kidnapper who made you see stars the night before? “Uhh… You’re dressing up kinda nice. Got somewhere to be?”

“Pack business. We have a lumber business. Our pack members travel into the human world on a regular basis, sell our timber and use the money to buy goods in the human realm, which they bring back here. I need to go over the books, help plan future deliveries, and then I have to settle pack disputes and review our security procedures.”

I crossed my arms and frowned at him. “You never fully explained the whole fated mate thing like you promised me you would.”

He let out a long breath. “I’ll explain it all later. A wolf’s word is a bond, especially to his mate. But I’m already running late. There are some fresh clothes in the closet for you, by the way.”

“Like you have anything my size.”

“You’d be surprised how quickly I can get things done, gorgeous.” He took me by the hand and kissed me on the knuckles. I couldn’t help but giggle at the chivalrous gesture. He then dashed out the door, leaving me all alone.

I sank back into the bed, snuggled into the pillow and enjoyed the aches caused by the night before a little while longer, and let my gaze sweep the room.

Finally, I threw back the covers, headed into the spacious tiled bathroom and started the shower. There were shampoos and body washes in beautiful artisanal glass containers, and they all smelled like heaven.