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Instead of admitting he was the superior force and surrendering to him, she brought her head forward, slamming her head into his as she shoved at him and levered herself from beneath him. She rolled out from under him, scrambling back up onto her feet.
Sean was impressed with her fighting skills; it seemed to be a mixture of street fighting and Krav Maga. She seemed to be following the principles of the latter: keeping her chin down to protect her throat, keeping her hands in front of her, using her body weight and all her power when she struck, striking with the tips of her knuckles, throwing compact hits in close quarters, and using strong kicks to acquire distance.
And smart. His mate fought smart.
“You don’t seem inclined to kill me or kick my balls back up into my body cavity. Tell me, mate, have you dreamed of what it will feel like to have me settle between your thighs, pumping in and out of you while you writhe upon my cock?”
“Don’t flatter yourself, Campbell. I haven’t given you so much as a single thought since the day I escaped that rock you call a home.”
“I do not believe you. I think you have pined for me in the same way I have for you. There is no claiming bite on the nape of your neck. No man has possessed you fully.”
“Believe what you like, but you are not welcome here and the man who runs this town will see you dead and buried if I choose.”
“Colby Reynolds will do no such thing.”
Her eyebrows only hitched a bit before she schooled them into neutrality. Well, at least he knew where she’d been. If that part of the story was true and given her combat skills, Reynolds had a lot to answer for.
Sean forced himself to allow the tension to drain from his body. “Cease your foolish aggression and submit to me. We will return to Curaidh, and you will take your place at my side—and in my bed. I have to admit I have waited a long time to bed you, my mate, and I mean to take my fill while we are in seclusion.”
“Do you hear yourself? You sound like some antiquated, pale imitation of the male protagonist in a bad bodice-ripper romance novel. If I read cheesy speeches like that, I’d DNF the book and give it a withering one-star review.”
“DNF?” he asked, confused.
“Aye, Did Not Finish. It means the book is so damn bad, it turned my stomach, and I couldn’t continue reading it. Do you know how bad a book has to be for me to do that?”
“Then you can understand the craving I have lived with since I first heard you call my name as you came all over my fingers and hand.”
That seemed to stop her in her tracks. She could fight and cuss, and if the rumors were true, she could stand as Reynolds’ beta and spymaster but being reminded of her uninhibited response to him made a pale pink hue stain her cheeks.
“That was a long time ago and I had very little, if any, experience in that area. A lot has changed since we’ve been apart.”
“Not that much. Your father still owes me a blood debt and lives with the threat of execution hanging over his head. He resides in the dungeons of Curaidh—a nicer part of the dungeon than that where traitors and murderers usually abide. Mind you, he is guilty of both, although I suspect more by association than actual deed.”
“And yet, you would execute him?”
“It is within my rights to do so. You once offered me your maidenhead in exchange for his life.”
“I no longer have that to give.”
That hurt and enraged him—far more than he had thought it would. It had been rare for a she-cat of her age to have still been a virgin when she was given to him by her father, and he had told himself he would not hold it against her if she no longer was. And he didn’t, not really. He’d held himself apart because he knew her to be his fated mate and while the craving for her had clawed at him every day she’d been gone, he’d known she did not believe them fated and believed herself to be free of him.
“Then the only thing you have to barter with is honoring the agreement your father made.”
“He had no right to barter any part of me!”
“He had every right as alpha of your clan to offer his daughter to me as my mate. He and I had a pact, and again your clan could not fulfill its side of the bargain. The only reason he still lives is because I believed it would distress you to know your foolish actions had resulted in his death. He isn’t worth it, you know. When told what you’d done he fell to his knees, kissing my feet, professing no knowledge of your actions and begging for mercy.”
“So then why should I offer you anything? Why shouldn’t I just tell you to go fuck yourself and let you execute him?”
Sean smiled and shook his head slowly. “Because your sense of honor and duty would never allow you to do so.” He reached down and stroked his hard length. “It would seem you have me at a disadvantage, mate. You can see all I have to offer you, but I have yet to see you fully naked, and it has been far too long since I gazed upon your breasts with their dusky areolas and erect nipples or felt the soft, slick silkiness of your sex.”
“I got news for you; it’s going to be a lot longer.”
Winter feinted in one direction and when he committed to countering her move, she switched direction with the speed of light and darted around him. He was only able to stop her by grasping the hem of her sweater and using it to fling her onto the bed. He grabbed the knife out of the bag lying beside her and cut her out of her clothes and those godawful boots before she had time to catch her breath.
And then it was his turn to stop breathing. She was even more beautiful than he remembered—long, curly blonde hair, eyes the color of ice shards, and curves a man could get lost in forever. Only those icy blue eyes sparked fire as her nipples puckered, and he scented her arousal. He reached out to touch her reverently, running his finger down the slim column of her throat, between the valley of her breasts before tracing lazy circles around their darkened centers, flicking her nipples and making her moan.
He leaned over her, using his strong forearm to rest his body just inches above hers. All he’d need to do was part her thighs and settle himself and he could thrust up into her, finally joining them as one. But he wasn’t about to let himself or her off the hook that easily for the past two years of torture.
