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by Unknown Author

  A rustling behind her alerted her that she was no longer alone. She sat up slowly, smoothing her hair and stretching cramped muscles as she did so. There was no point trying to hide the fact she'd been slumped on the table mere seconds ago—let whoever it was make of it what they would.

  Her tummy curled, little bolts of lightning suddenly flying directly to every nerve ending. It was Nate. Her mind may have been uncertain, but her body was sure. More than sure. A slow, sexy smile tugged at her lips.

  So, decision made.

  "Hey, babe."

  She sat up straighter, tossed her hair carelessly over her shoulder, paying very close attention to his reaction. His groin twitched. Well, she'd been in absolutely no doubt about the fact he was in lust; it was the question of whether or not he was really in love that plagued her now. She was, but was he?

  "You're not working today?"

  He attempted to sound nonchalant, but she could tell he was feeling the strain. The skin across his forehead looked tight, and she itched to reach up and soothe away the tension. "Nah, thought I'd better stay home and look after you."

  Gina smiled, a siren's call. "Thank you."

  His eyes were burning into her, the flame within them hot enough to incinerate her clothes and leave her naked to his gaze. Purposely she fanned the flame, all the time knowing she was tempting the wolf. She stretched, as supple as the cat he'd accused her of being, and leant backwards, angling herself so her nipples thrust enticingly towards him.

  Her eyelids lowered, and she glanced up at him seductively. "So, what shall we do to fill in our time?"

  Two quick paces and he was behind her, his arms wrapped around her shoulders to link under her chin. She was surrounded by the fresh pine scent of his aftershave. She inhaled deeply, watching her own breasts rise and fall, then shifted slightly on the seat. Moisture was dripping from her pussy, and she could feel it gathering inside her jeans. Her body definitely remembered him and was already getting ready to accept him all over again.

  Nate's breath was warm in her ear, his voice strangled. "Babe, I can't stand this any longer."

  "Stand what?" She pretended innocence.

  "I have to be with you. I need you in my life. You are my Soulmate, and I, I…" He stumbled over the words, obviously seeking the correct phrase. "I would be honored if you would consent to be my wife." He nuzzled her hair. "Be the mother of my cubs, babe. Say 'yes'."

  The last few words were practically a groan, but she caught them clearly. "Cubs?"

  "Babies. You know."

  Gina fought to contain the giggle that was welling up. "I know what babies are. I also know what cubs are. It's the bit about 'cubs' that I'm specifically wondering about."

  "We'll have baby werewolves," he explained absently, his fingers catching in her hair as he drew her face upwards. "Sometimes they're babies, sometimes they're cubs."

  "I'm not a werewolf."

  "Ah." He jerked upright, and she instantly missed his warmth.

  "Yes?"

  "There's a special part of the mating ritual for when a ware's Soulmate is human. You become…" He hesitated, his tense hands on her shoulders now the only contact between them.

  "A werewolf?" she ventured.

  "Yeah."

  "Forgot to mention that, didn't you?" Her voice was soft.

  She stretched upright, catching his hands and bringing them back to her breasts. "It doesn't matter anyway," she murmured, using his hands to caress her nipples. "Because you don't really love me, you're just in lust."

  It was a gamble, but the only thing she could think of on the spur of the minute. She wanted him forever, but she'd offer him unlimited sex—no commitments. Then she'd just have to wait and see how he reacted.

  "Babe, you have no idea how much I want you." His fingers started to follow the pattern she'd set, tweaking and fondling until her nipples were rock hard and she was arching her back into his hands. "And I want you forever," he added huskily.

  "You don't even know what commitment means." She dismissed his words, grasping his hands and dragging them downwards, at the same time leaning back to run her fingernails up and down his cock, teasing him through the fly of his jeans.

  This was killing her. A few well-placed strokes of his fingers and she was ready to agree to anything he wanted. But she wouldn't give in. She had to know he really meant it. And he hadn't said those three little words yet, either. They were non-negotiable.

  "Now," Gina turned to face him, unbuttoning his fly and freeing his cock. "Now it's my turn to play," she purred and took him into her mouth.

  Nate's hips rocked against her, thrusting him deeper. His skin was silken, and she ran her tongue lovingly over his length, pausing to lick up the drop of cum that was waiting on the tip. She sucked gently, reaching her fingers up to stimulate his balls, and release more sperm. She desperately wanted to taste him.

  "God…please…I can't…" He pulled his cock free with a growl, the sudden movement catching her by surprise. She licked her lips, catching the fluid that dripped from her mouth. He was still hard and he hadn't climaxed, yet he tucked himself away, buttoning his jeans almost savagely as he caught her chin and forced her to look up at him.

  "Obviously, you don't believe me," he growled, the flame in his eyes brighter than ever. "I love you, I want you, and I'll be damned if I'll let you sidetrack me so easily!"

  I love you. Gina sighed softly, content. The very words she'd been waiting for. He'd spat them out in frustration, true, but she was sure he'd learn to be more gracious about it in time.

  She opened her mouth to speak, only to find herself falling into his gaze, trapped. She was no different to any other small furry prey through the eons. There was no escape.

  * * * *

  Gina opened her eyes carefully. She seemed to be standing up, and she wasn't exactly all that comfortable. Her hands were caught somewhere behind her, and she was brought up short when she tried to tug them free. The damp smell of rich dirt and fresh pine needles assaulted her senses. She shook her head in disbelief. It couldn't be…

  Adrenaline pumped through her bloodstream. Once more she was tied to a tree, her hands bound behind her back, and thick ropes holding her upright and immobile. She looked around quickly, immediately aware that it was a different tree in a different clearing. Actually, this tree was an awful lot smoother than the one her stepfather had chosen. And it was daytime. Afternoon. It was an awful lot warmer, too.

  She tugged at her wrists again and felt silk sliding against them. Definitely more comfortable than the coarse ropes that had cut into her skin. Not, however, that she had a snowflake's chance in hell of getting free. Whoever had tied her here had done a darned good job of it.

  And they'd had quite a good imagination, too. A gust of wind lifted the soft fabric that had been resting limply against her legs. She glanced down. She was wearing a white night gown, extremely low cut, and silk—keeping with the theme, she assumed. As she rested her head back against the tree trunk, one of the straps slithered down her arm, revealing even more cleavage. There were no panties either, she could just tell. She'd obviously been brought here for a purpose… Her body came alive as she started to consider the possibilities and a telltale trickle of moisture trailed down her leg. For whatever daft reason, she wasn't feeling the least bit threatened.

  Her head fell back in resignation. It was Nate. She was sure of it. A movement in the shadows opposite confirmed her guess. He was leaning negligently against a tree, his eyes shaded, but she knew he was watching her. He stood upright, unfolding himself to his full height before ambling across to her. She shivered. There was something very precise about his movements, as if he knew exactly what he wanted and was about to go after it. He was totally naked, and she didn't have to think too hard to guess exactly what it was he wanted. Her stomach lurched.

  "Well." He reached out and ran a finger down her cheek, his eyes searing her skin as they followed the movement of his hand. "My little disbeliever." He shook his
head sorrowfully. "You realize I'm not going to let you go until you agree to marry me?"

  Unfortunately for him, she could see the amusement glittering in the dark brown depths of his eyes.

  His fingers traced the curve of her shoulder, snagging the second strap and flicking it off her shoulder. The gown sagged, held up only by the rope he'd tied around her waist. Her breasts were revealed, nipples already pebbling in the cool breeze. Nate's fingers traveled lower, and she shuddered at the feather light touch.

  He circled her nipples then stepped closer so his entire body was pushed against hers. She craved the skin-to-skin contact and couldn't help pushing against the ropes, trying to hold herself more firmly against him. He stepped back.

  "Why would I want to marry you?" she goaded.

  "Because I'll torture you until you do." He sunk to his knees before her, lifted the skirt and tucked it over the rope. His voice was a low rumble against her naked pussy. "Spread your legs."

  "No."

  He puffed breath onto her clit, a single finger probing her entrance. "You want me. Admit it," he crooned.

  "No."

  "Bad girl," he whispered and ran his tongue down her thigh, catching the moisture that was continually trickling. "Little liar."

  Gina screwed her eyes closed and leant back against the tree. If she hadn't had it behind her, her knees would have buckled by now—and he'd hardly even touched her. The idea of being totally at his mercy, completely in his control, was becoming very, very sexy.

  So she wasn't about to tell him that she would have said 'yes' back in the kitchen. He'd fiddled with her concept of time before she'd had the opportunity. For that alone, she was willing to make him wait. Besides, she liked his idea of sensual torture. She wondered how long she could string it out before she'd agree to anything he wanted?

  "Get off your knees, wolf-boy," she managed, looking down at him. "It won't work."

  "Wolf boy?" The words were almost lost in a snarl as he sank fluidly into the shape of a wolf, fur rippling along his limbs as he changed. A pair of wolf eyes glared balefully up at her, and she trembled in anticipation.

  "Yugh!"

  Nate had run his wolf-tongue up her leg, returned to nip at her ankle, then nuzzled between her legs. She tried to pull her legs more firmly together but he held his body between them, his gorgeous fur rubbing sensuously against her naked legs.

  He pushed his head upwards, forcing her legs further apart, and his tongue ran a long wet line up her thigh. Her head fell back again. Then it was Nate's hands holding her legs open, and Nate's amazing tongue licking up her cream.

  "I don't think 'yugh' is very polite," he noted, plunging three fingers deep inside her and using them to jerk her hips closer to his face. "My wolf tongue is rather clever, you know."

  "Yes." A breathless mewling sound echoed around the forest in time with his stroking tongue. Oh, my God—was that her making those noises?

  "Yes, what?" He managed to sound totally unconcerned.

  "Yes…just…yes." Her hips lunged helplessly into his mouth, each thrust bringing her into contact with the rope at her waist. Behind her back, her fingers clenched.

  Closer. She needed him to be closer…

  Nate shook his head and stood up. "Not good enough."

  The slight distance between them was pure agony. His fingers were still deep in her cunt, but she missed the heat of his mouth, the intimacy of having him on his knees before her.

  "Please…"

  He raised his eyebrows, leant a little closer, then pushed hard on her clit just as she thought he might kiss her.

  Stars were bursting behind her eyes. There was no way she could put two cohesive thoughts together, let alone enough words to agree to marry him. He relented. "Will you marry me?"

  "Yes." She gasped as he pushed impossibly deeper. "I love you."

  "I love you, too," he growled, suddenly grinding his hips into hers. The extra friction was all it took to send her soaring, screaming her release into the surrounding forest.

  When she opened her eyes, she was still standing against the tree, the ropes as firmly tied as before. "Um, could you untie me, do you think?"

  Nate looked up from where he was sprawled against a trunk a few feet away. He grinned. "Nope."

  "But…" She was honestly confused. She'd been so sure that he was teasing an answer out of her; nothing else had crossed her mind.

  "I like seeing you there, all nice and helpless." She shivered at his words. The predatory gleam was back in his eyes. "It's a particular fantasy of mine."

  Gina squeaked, half alarmed, half horny as hell. Last night she wouldn't have even contemplated being tied up and fucked. Now, however, with Nate…

  "Besides, it's payback," he informed her as he stood, casually stretching his arms above his head. "Werewolf hearing, remember?"

  Her eyes widened as she realised he'd heard her and Rob talking. All along he'd known she was teasing him, that she'd as much as told Rob that she was going to say 'yes' to his cousin. She licked her lips cautiously. "I was only…"

  "I don't care," he purred, stalking her. "Payback can be hell."

  About the Author

  Amy O'Connor lives in the Australian outback. When she's not writing (which isn't very often) she can usually be found attempting to round up her sons, cats, and poultry, or trying to restore her onehundred-year-old garden. Occasionally, she even manages to sneak in a few hours reading a good book. Unfortunately, since that tends to involve running away and hiding on the side verandah, it doesn't happen as regularly as she'd like!