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50 Suffering My climax was violent. Tearing through me and flexing every muscle in my body and then holding them that way until I thought my body might rip itself apart. “Mmm, yes." He kept right on moving as I rode the wave of ecstasy. Rising toward a peak that had me shuddering pitifully. His hand scooped the side of my face, turning my head toward him so he could meet my eyes as he stuffed me full. His gaze slid to my lips, watching as they parted on little puffs of air. Tiny sounds came from me with each thrust. A little gasp at the strong feeling of stretching and opening for him. “Feel me, Henna?” He whispered. I made a small sound of assent. “For this moment, I'm part of you. Tell me now, is it really so bad to let me inside of you?" The hand he had on my hip, abandoned it. Reaching to smooth my hair from my face. Stroking wild tresses that had stuck to the sides of my face, aside. Exposing the raw expression on my face. He watched me as if he was memorizing every tiny expression I had. Holding me in that intense gaze as if he, himself, couldn’t let go. I looked at him, so cruelly beautiful. Perfect in nearly every way. Asking me such a penetrating question. Is it so bad letting him inside of me. I just attained a peak of joyous ecstasy that I hadn’t imagined was possible before this point. I now knew that this was what he’d wanted to show me. It was the reward he wanted me to experience for compromising with him. For complying with his orders. I mentally corrected. “Henna?” He prompted. But I didn’t know how to answer him. What he’s asking isn’t fair. He felt amazing. What he was doing to me, the slow stroking he was giving me was methodical. Purposeful in a way that told me he intended to do exactly what he was. Crumbling all my walls. Coherent thought began to return as the peak of my pleasure tapered off. The high of exaltation began to unravel, pulling apart and leaving me deeply satiated. I drew a long breath, my eyelids drooped, and a wash of relaxation crept into me. Seeping into my legs and rising through my body. As if I was dropping into a warm bath. I felt satisfied in a way I never had. And for the most part, my busy mind quieted. Instead of answering the question he asked I needed to know an answer of my own. “Are you going to hurt me, KJ?" He answer emerged as a quiet whisper. “I took the Wolf's Quell, because I didn't want to. I wanted to prove to you that I’m not what you thought." I drew a ragged breath. Too tired to debate if I already knew that. Why else would he take so much that he risked his own life, beneath the Mating Moon? “That's no longer what I mean." I said. “You mean to ask if I'll make you regret trusting me?" I nodded against his hand. “Never. You have my absolute loyalty. I am on your side. Always." “How do I know you're not lying to me?" “Tell me what the goal of that would be at this juncture?" I don’t know. Despite my efforts. The slow sensual stroke of his length was making any manner of Logic impossible. To confuse me? It seemed KJ was always leaving me confused. I was already tightening inside. Beginning to grip around his staff and hug him there. Atop that, I was already panting for air. “I don't know." “That's because serving you lies after I've already tasted you, were that my goal, would make no sense. Not when I could simply walk away and be done with you. You’re a mighty difficult female, Henna. Do you think I’d fight this hard to keep you were you not my mate. I’d have already gotten what I needed beneath the Mating Moon. Why continue trying to rationalize with you after that?” What? What did he say? I was unable to track him. I was far too dizzied by his ministrations to be able to focus on anything coming out of his mouth. What he’s doing to me has my complete attention. With him smoothing in and out of me, I felt weightless. Floating toward something dark and mysterious, something that would draw me further into his web of temptation. Unable to get dirt under my feet or change directions despite the fact that I knew I should. “No." I murmured. Forgetting the full extent of what I was even agreeing to. “So do you admit you truly are my mate?" His breath teased over my hair and along the back of my air and down my neck. Touching me like a caress. I didn't feel ready to agree to that yet, so I held my silence. Too dazed to come up with a proper answer. He made a frustrated sound. Bidding me, “At least concede that I'm not your enemy." I blew a wavering breath. “You're not-you're..." I gathered myself. Trying to think about anything but the silky feel of his length ruthlessly stroking me. He seemed to require no thought as he did so. But me? I was a mess. When I didn’t provide any semblance of an answer he stopped the slow curving of his hips, the flexing of his abdomen and backside. He denied me any movement, hovering at the entrance of my body. Nearly out of me, save for his knot hanging on just beyond the ring of delicate tissue at my opening. I found myself groaning in objection. Wiggling from the need slicing through me. I tried to sink myself further onto his base. But he held my neck and hip, maintaining his distance from me and refusing to allow me anymore than he was now. “KJ..." I whimpered. Tempted to beg him to give it back. Frustration had sweat starting on my chest and an ache swirling through the center of me. How can he let me suffer like this? 51 Hold It felt wrong for him to just sit there, unmoving, when I was damp and aching. Needing more. I was a greedy little thing. Wanting to demand he stop tormenting me. “No." He said fiercely, denying me. Tossing away my efforts. “You say it, Henna!" “You took me! You tricked me!” I said helplessly. Trying to grasp a legitimate reason to deny him. I don’t know what I should be thinking.   “No, I didn't. I wasn't the one that arranged for you to stumble into the chamber." “What!" I twisted as far as I could, trying to peer at him. “Then who did?" “That is of no concern." He dismissed. His mouth tightening. “But as much as you'd love to blame me for that, I didn't do it." “But you kept me-" “I sure as hell did. There was no way I'd let you go, the day before the Mating Moon. When I finally had you all to myself.” He shook his head solemnly. Reiterating. “Not a chance." I gaped at him. Shocked that he would admit it so easily. “You want to blame me for something, you can blame me for that." He said acidly. “I..." I tried to shake my head free from his grip. “Answer me, Henna. Can you at least concede that I’m not your enemy.” “I don’t know what you are…” “You want me, you know you do.” He snapped. “Stop playing games!" He snarled. His wolf was tiring of being patient with me. “You smell of it, you yearn with it, your wolf is projecting pheromones every time I'm near you. You turn to a mess at my slightest touch. It couldn’t be more obvious.” I bit my bottom lip, starting to breathe quickly as I tried to figure out how my lack of answer had turned into such a big issue. “Stop hearing your brother's voice in your head. Instead, ask yourself how you feel when I touch you. Or when I whisper in your ear. Be sincere!" He commanded. “If not for my benefit, then for yours." My wolf was rising to the commands of his. She gave a long whine, a sound that I hardly realized was rising from my throat until it had already escaped me. He growled, responding to her. “Ughhh.” I groaned, wiggling some more. My body was taking on a mind of its own. To my utter shock, KJ abruptly surrendered. His hold on me changed, becoming almost vicious. “Make no mistake my she-wolf. You are  mine.” I bit my lip so hard that the hint of blood crept onto my tongue. “Even you said it.” He persisted. “Stop playing with me as if I’m a pup that wouldn’t know. I can smell your arousal, Henna. You're still wet, even as we argue. Your body is hot to the touch. Nearly on fire. You’re a breath from changing.” He was right. Damn him. My wolf was clawing at her bonds. Scratching at the underside of my skin, wanting to come out and take control. To drive off this horrible aching need that was permeating every one of my senses. I wanted to come again. I wanted to hear him moaning with pleasure. I needed all of it. Still, he was denying me. “And I promise you,” He said through gritted teeth. “she'll have no such reservations. She will bow and lift her tail. She'll offer me what you have fought to resist giving me." He murmured. His voice was so raw, so primal, that I hardly recognized it as KJs. “I'm done with your nonsense." He growled, burying himself inside me with a groan of masculine pleasure. I gasped. Surprised by the sudden movement. He didn’t stop there. He was driving into me wildly. His aggression bordering on violence. “You are mine, Henna." Each thrust was more possessive than the last, as if he sought to claim even my womb as his. It should've hurt. Should've been painful, but my body was already slick from my last surrender. Providing no resistance to his domination. Instead, there was a ferocity in me which I hadn't recognized before. I took each thrust and pushed my backside against his loins. Practically demanding that he take me harder. He met each of them, his skin slapping mine. Each hard pump, jutting my body forward so roughly that my breasts bounced upward, my thighs shuddered. He drew a long breath. I felt his body tighten from head to toe. I could sense he was a heartbeat from spilling that hot flood into my center. His excitement growing each second ticking by. He’s ready. Something in that knowledge was so exciting that it threw me instantly into the throes of a passionate explosion. My legs clenched together. My weeping pussy poured ecstasy on him, locking him inside me. “Yes, KJ. You feel good inside me!” I cried out. Clutching the sheets and arching my back as I came. It was such a strong ware that the muscles in my legs began to cramp. “And am I your enemy.” “No.” I said weakly. He rumbled triumphantly. But instead of the spurting fluid I expected him to give me, he gave me something else entirely. The sting of biting teeth. They severed through the top layer of my skin at the crook of my shoulder and neck, deep into tender muscles. Leaving an unmistakable mark that would scar over, and declare to all that saw me, what I was. Owned. Claimed. Mated. Forever. The flavor of my blood crossed his lips, binding us together in a way that meant he'd be able to track me over endless terrain from the hint of my smell lingering on a branch or a track, or a single drop of that fluid miles away. My cry of pleasure turned to a wail of pain. Agony soared through me. I reached to clutch my neck, trying to ward off the pain. Hoping to persuade him to release the bruising grip his mouth held on me. As soon as his mouth broke away, my hands were trying to replace it. To stem the flow of blood emerging from that spot. He reached around me and caught my wrists, keeping me from touching it.

22 Who Would've Guessed? I couldn’t get any words out, when I suddenly felt two of his fingers penetrate into me. Reaching inside me to touch within my center. Brushing against my inner walls in a way that nothing else ever had. I was abruptly dizzied with sensation. I yelped, and my hands leapt to his shoulders to cling to him as my knees suddenly quaked. So unsteady that I worried about trying to put weight on them. His hand began slipping in and out of me. Those fingers tracing along my inner lining, feeling for a tiny button that was tucked just behind the point of my pelvis. When he pushed there, it had me feeling like all the blood in my body was rushing through me like roaring waves. I found myself pushing down against those upward strokes, mimicking his motions. His fingers were already soaked with my dampness. They were tucking a little deeper into my quivering channel, with every brush. I made a whimpering sound as my fingers bit into the top of his shoulders, feeling like I needed something to hold me up as my body grew further traitorous. “Don’t worry, Little Circe.” He murmured against my hair, moving his fingers more aggressively into me. Until my entire body was being pulled forward and back with the motions of his hand, which had entirely taken control of my core. I found my body grinding against him and my back arched, pressing tighter against him. Like some primal offering. “Soon it’ll be far more than that,” He said in a grating voice. “In time, I’m going to have all of myself stuffed in this pretty hole of yours.” It was like the most tempting whisper in the darkest hours of night. Beckoning me into the most unholy of all acts. And I was already so far under his control that I’d lost all power to deny him. For a fleeting moment, I imagined myself running from the guest house in the pouring rain screaming for salvation. But the reality was stark. That would surely have me irreparably compromised. I tried to summon the will to shout for my sister. But she’d never hear me in the gusting storm. “What are you thinking?” He caught my chin in the fingertips of his free hand. Still working the other ones so far into me, that I could feel his knuckles pressing the tiny nub outside my entrance. Making me gasp at the massaging touch. “N-nothing…” “A way out of this?” He gave a lopsided smile. “There isn’t one. Not without shredding your reputation, which will land you in my bed anyway.” “How could you possibly be so arrogant as to think that?” I asked between weak pants. My voice lacking the anger it should’ve carried, because I was struggling to follow his words. “A ruined woman must make money somehow.” He shrugged. Still not stopping his pace. My fingernails were leaving crescents in the top of his bared shoulders. My toes were curling within my slippers. Even beneath his boots. “Most gentleman won’t welcome a ruined lady into their bed. Preferring widows and mistresses. There’s a good possibility I’d be the only one that’d have you then.” He thrust himself against my bare thigh. The bulge beneath his clothes struggling to emerge. What’s he saying? I was hardly hearing him. Though it sounded vaguely like a threat.   “To have my way with you for endless hours, bent over every piece of furniture in my town home.” He growled in pleasure at the thought. “Mine for as long as you can stand.” “You’re an animal!” I accused him, breathlessly. Shaking my head in an effort to banish the befuddled feeling there. “As are you, Circe.” He grinned. “A wet little animal with a pussy ready to mouth my cock. A traitorous woman who chases men. Isn’t that what you are?” I gasped, shocked by his filthy words. In that second, he dropped his mouth over mine. Swallowing the objecting sound which I made, as his tongue intruded into my mouth. His agile tongue moved so determinedly that I was certain he was going to enter my core just as ferociously. It seemed an omen of what was to come. He's turning more vicious by the moment. Even as I was thinking it, rivers of tension poured through me. Yanking at my muscles and pulling them taut like the strings of a violin. Making every inch of my body tighten and then relax, in a strange singing tune. My voice was emerging in a sound that I didn’t recognize. A long, drawn-out, moan which seemed to go on forever and seemed far too low to be my voice. Not as I know it. But I could feel it slipping from my throat. “Good Girl.” He praised. “Now to do that on my cock while I’m tucked in your little hole.” “Damn you!” I swore at him. “This is not how a gentleman talks to a lady.” “I never claimed to be a gentleman. And I see no sign that you’re a lady. You certainly won’t be when I’m done with you. You’re a ruined woman whose wet little crevice is going to milk my cock while I pound you like the little seductress you are. A woman has to realize there’s consequences for behaving as a wanton.” I could hear a strangely triumphant note in his voice. Every time he called me a ‘wanton’, there was something akin to resentment in his tone. How can he resent me? He doesn’t know me? Or does he? “Especially an engaged one.” He added. Drawing me from my thoughts. I was hardly able to track everything he was saying when I was slumped against him, unstable on my legs and trying to recover from the violent flood that had wrenched through me. Despite the cruelty of his words, he let me rest there. Limp against him. That’s why he’s doing this? Some vengeance against Lord Byron? He knew who I was, and he knew I was engaged. Which meant that all this wasn’t about me at all. I’m a conquest to send my affianced tainted property. I guessed. It was the only thing that made complete sense to me. Even the suitors I had spurned weren’t affronted enough to plot something like this. And none of them looked like him. I was convinced that I would’ve recalled that bladed jaw line and the faintly dimpled chin. “H-how’d you know about Lord Byron?” I asked, chewing my lip as I feared the answer.   “I overheard you and your sister.” He said acidly. “Everyone did, I’m sure. And your blatant disregard. It’s clear you wanted a man to ruin you for your fiancé. One to stick you so good, the man won’t be able to repair the damage done. I’m here for your purpose, remember. You chose me, didn’t you?” Is that how it went? I thought bitterly. It no longer felt that way to me. “Damage?” I squeaked. “Dishonor. There’s no repairing that, is there?” He chuckled evilly. “You seem very satisfied with that result?” “Shouldn’t I be?” “Why?” “I didn’t come out here to chat with you.” I felt the heat of his glare through his mask. “Open my breeches woman and touch me.” I was confused. I should’ve been affronted. I should’ve called him profane names and refused his every command, but he had me between a rock and a hard place. Quite literally. He was enjoying taunting me, forcing my hand to do his bidding. A part of me hated him, and a part of me wanted to touch that bulge that had been prodding against my thigh. Tormented curiosity had always been my ruler. And in this situation, I had no choice. “Obey me woman.” He said dangerously. “Or have you already forgotten our arrangement.” “Hardly an arrangement.” “Our deal then.” “I didn’t agree to it.” “You had the chance to refuse.” “And be expelled from everything I know.” “And look which you chose.” A corner of his mouth lifted. “As to be expected.” “Don’t say that like you know me, you don’t.” “I’m sure no one does.” He agreed. “Who would guess you’d be out here ready to hop on my cock so easily?”

21 Ready? I won’t miss an inch. He’d told me. Darkly wicked words that were branded at the forefront of my brain. Those words took over my thoughts from the moment he’d said them. I shook myself. I should be looking for an escape. Before he gets his hands on me! I was already getting damp between my plump thighs. And a low ache was beginning to whisper its way into my senses. Still, my logical mind realized it’d be best if I got out of this situation. Somehow. I began glancing in my peripheral. Trying to see if there was something I could distract him with and a door I could sneak out. And get back to the ball without anyone the wiser. “Now, you should be here.” He caught my fingers before I could move. I hissed on an indrawn breath at the sudden contact of his larger ones. They enveloped mine. He led my fingertips to the laces of his shirt. His hand over mine began plucking at the laces, before his hands fell away and he gave me an expectant look. He wants me to undress him? Something akin to panic was rising in me. I had never in my life undressed a man. And the more skin that I saw on him, the more real this would become. But he was giving me a hard look, his jaw tightening in a way that told me he was going to be unrelenting on this. As I gazed at him my head tipped, feeling like there was something distinctly familiar about those sharp cheekbones and that straight nose. Even the serious look on his face. Swallowing hard, I hesitated. Looking frantically around the guest house but finding no reprieve. Nowhere to run. As if reading my thoughts, his face hardened. “There’s no way out now, little Circe. You’re in too deep. And soon it’ll be my turn…” Swallowing a huge lump and feeling my heart both pounding and sinking, I helplessly unlaced his shirt. Guiding it open to reveal the flat planes of his upper chest. The thick bones of his collar and the deep muscles which grooved behind it. He rolled his shoulders and shrugged out of it. Tossing it a distance away to land over the armrest of the chair. Near his overcoat. Something he’s clearly done before. I recognized. Here? I suddenly wondered how many innocent young women he’d ruined in my aunt Rose’s guest house. In-fact who the devil is he? “Who are you?” I blurted. Wanting to demand an answer. If he was intent on blackmailing me and ruining me, I wanted to know who he was. So, I could remember how dreadful he was for the rest of my life. “Ssh.” He put a fingertip to my lips before I could ask again. He pressed his toes lightly over mine as if to keep me in place. “Bit late for that now, isn’t it?” “I did ask for it before.” I defended. Tugging slightly at my slippers but finding I could no longer retreat. “And I said no then, what makes you think I’d change my mind now?” Absolutely nothing. I was very sure that this man was precisely as unrelenting as he seemed to be. What I’d thought at first to be amusing charm, I now recognized as carrying an underlying severity. A single-pointed mission to seduce women like me. He gave me a long probing look, as he methodically unbuckled his belt and pulled it free from his pants. Next, he caught my wrist and rolled my hand into his palm. Molding the inside of his fingers. Then without blinking, without changing expression, he put it against the front of his breeches. The bulge there throbbed against my touch. Insisting on further contact. My brown eyes widened to the size of saucers as I shot him a worried look. He massaged my hand over it, and I felt the flesh beneath the cloth expanding even further. I knew enough of the sexual act from watching the housemaids, to fear I’d not be able to fit this particular bit of flesh anywhere in me. “I can’t.” I said urgently. Pleading for him to understand that this was all new to me. That I’ve never done this before. I imagined what he must think of me. The fact that I came out here at all, must seem to him like I’m a loose woman to begin with. He stared at me through hooded brown eyes as he mercilessly asked. “Why?” “It’ll not fit.” “And how would you know that? More the wanton than I’d first suspected?” He asked. Shocking me even further. I was even more confused. “No!” I defended, trying to retreat but instantly realizing he still pinned my slippers where they were beneath the toes of his boots. “Oh?” His brows lifted in interest then. “Pray do tell then…” “I-I once…” I made a gesture of my hand sliding down my body and sent him a pointed look. My cheeks on fire, I prayed I wouldn’t have to say more. “You touched yourself?” He purred. Raising a darkly intrigued brow. I nodded so clumsily that my hair bobbed around my shoulders. Folding over my face. “How very interesting. And what did you find?” A dimple appeared on each side of his mouth as he tilted his head, awaiting an answer. “I couldn’t…” Why was my mouth suddenly so dry. “Two would not…” I lifted two fingers pressed together in a flustered effort to explain. I tried. Nothing more than a single finger would fit within that tiny hole. That thing pushing against his clothes certainly won’t! I was trying to explain that to him. But it was becoming more awkward by the moment. “You could not fit two of your fingers, is that what you’re trying to say to me, woman?” I shook my head. My breath sticking in my throat. “Perhaps that is only because you knew not what you were doing.” The back of his knuckles trailed over my belly toward the place I’d hinted at. His gaze travelling just ahead of his touch to land at the crux of my thighs. He licked his lips wolfishly. As if he wants to lick me just as fiercely. I shivered at the idea. He nudged my plump thighs apart with his hand. Stepping off one of my feet. I automatically skid that leg aside, exposing my slit to his roving hand. I realized what I’d done and stared at him in horror. Hoping he was kidding about attempting to slip two fingers into me.   “Hmm.” He said thoughtfully. “Yet, I’ve barely touched you and already you’re a mess.” I was. I was shaking and there was a dampness along my thighs that I couldn’t fully explain. Two of his fingers slipped along my slit, stroking me in a way that made me jump. Those fingers glided more and more easily. Turning me into a melting puddle. I found myself swaying toward him. Lulled by that wicked touch. I was breathing weakly, and my legs were beginning to feel unsteady. “I’m going to give you more, Circe. Are you ready?” I didn’t get the chance to answer.