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  He climbed over her as if she was an obstacle and stretched out at her side. “Can you reach the chi mix and the digital recorder?”

  She should be feeling anticipatory. Instead, she found herself wondering where Vern would have taken Dad and Tonya to hide.

  “I asked you a question,” Marcus reminded her.

  Right. She stretched an arm. “I can reach the table.”

  “Make sure the clock is positioned where I can see it. The stages are timed. Please release the stopwatch button and place your hands above your head.”

  Katie stifled a sigh. But she complied, stretching up, wondering if she could pretend this was last night and he had her handcuffed. Last night, he’d been into this. He’d been wrestling her, desiring her, and she him. It had been the hottest thing she’d ever experienced.

  He cupped one of her breasts softly. His thumb skated across the nipple. His attention was laser-focused on her chest. “Are you sensitive here?”

  “Normally.” Right now he could have been giving her a breast exam for all the feelings he was rousing in her. He dutifully palmed her, alternating sides, until he glanced at the clock.

  “Huh.”

  She clasped her hands, wondering whether it would offend him if she dozed off briefly. “What’s huh?”

  He met her gaze, his eyes a deep, dark brown. “It’s been four minutes.”

  “Already?” she asked in mock surprise. Time sure flew when you weren’t having fun.

  He gruffed at her, “I’m going to move to the second stage.”

  He rested his hand on her stomach. Katie tried to conjure up some eagerness and failed.

  “There’s no stage where I get to touch you, is there?” Despite her fantasies about wolves and about Marcus—about fighting, forced seduction and handcuffs—in practice Katie had never been passive in bed. She trusted no man enough to surrender control. She chose her partners, what they did, and when. What would he do if she flipped him onto his back and went down on him? Would he deny himself a blow job because he hadn’t calculated it as part of the trial?

  “That’s not a variable in phase one.” What she was doing with Marcus wasn’t surrender. There was no taking, no giving, no excitement. There was no passion. He traced circles on her abdomen. Then he caught her opposite hip firmly, leaned over her and checked the clock again.

  “Not bad,” he said. “I only went thirty seconds over.”

  A cool breeze from the ceiling fan swept her, and she goose bumped from head to toe. Marcus regarded her face for a moment. “You aren’t saying much.”

  “What is there to say?”

  “It’s not unusual for one partner to encourage the other by this point.”

  She had to admit, she was beginning to feel insulted. “It doesn’t matter if I encourage you or not. You’ve got your mind made up how this should go.”

  He touched the hair between her legs gently. “I would think a woman who lives in a witness protection program would appreciate knowing what to expect.”

  “In life, I do. Surprises can mean danger when people want to kill you. But some surprises can be inspirational.” She was philosophizing in bed with a naked wolf while his hand plopped on her as if she wasn’t even attractive.

  “All right.” He applied pressure between her legs, massaging the entire area. “Next time I won’t show you the chart.”

  Katie stared at the plastic lights in the ceiling. She tried not to worry about her family, tried to relax, tried to recapture the thrill. The only spark of life in the room was the near-silent ticking of the little clock and the shush of the generator.

  “I need you to narrate stage four.”

  Irritation flashed in her, the prickliness Tonya and now Marcus had read in her chi. She grabbed the digital recorder and clicked it on. “Dear diary. I’m at stage four of the sex experiment Marcus blackmailed me into. I’m thinking about sleeping until the end of it. If I were asleep, I could quit wondering whether Lars is torturing my family while I’m laying here like a corpse, having the worst sex of my life.”

  His hand stilled. “The worst? That’s not what I had in mind for narration.”

  “This isn’t what I had in mind for sex.” She pressed pause. “Is that enough for now? I hate the way my voice sounds on tape.”

  “So you aren’t…”

  Katie stared at him through her lashes. If she’d had her glasses on, the stare—over the top of the frames—would have been more effective. “Why would I be?”

  He leaned forward, closer than he’d been all evening, and sniffed her neck. “I don’t understand. We’ve wanted to sleep together since we officially met.”

  “Two whole days. We’re practically engaged.” Tired of this, she reached down and grabbed his penis, surprised to find it erect. “I did want to sleep with you. And I’ll be the first one cheering you on if you cure cancer. But I’m too worried about my father and Tonya to concentrate. You’ll have to work harder to make me forget I’m being a selfish shithead right now.”

  “You’re not being selfish.” When she looked at his face again, his eyes were beginning to lighten. So she was affecting him.

  She decided to hassle him. She fondled his shaft, checking proportions. His eyes continued to lighten. His heavy cock grew under her touch. “True. I’m not exactly getting anything out of this, am I? Though you do seem to have a decent-sized dick.”

  “I set procedures for a reason.”He grasped her hand and removed it from himself, firmly but decisively. “If I botch the variables, the experiment will be negated. We only get one shot at a first encounter.”

  “I’m not fighting you.” She raised her hand above her head again, proving it. “I even complimented your penis.”

  He shook his head. “You’re not responding.”

  She huffed. “I told you. I’m worried, and this is dull. How can you be responding when I’m practically a bystander?”

  “It’s not dull to me,” he said, perturbed. “There’s a beautiful, naked woman in my bed. A woman who’s agreed to help me with something that’s as important to me as your family is to you. Something I’ve been trying to achieve for years, rather…desperately.”

  She’d heard of people being single-minded and wasn’t sure she was flattered. “The science has given you a boner?”

  “You knock me off course.” He openly admired her body, his eyes silver now. He cupped her breast almost reverently. “You make me forget my objectives. I could contain myself before, but now? I’m not so sure.”

  “Because you’re a wolf?”

  “No, I had…encounters after the transformation. Enough for a quality check.” His fingers caught her nipple, the reverence disappearing. Blurring into something else. Something darker. “It’s because you’re you.”

  Katie stared up at him and confessed a deep desire she’d never told anyone. Not even herself. “Has it occurred to you I don’t want you to contain yourself?”

  “If I lose my grip, I may not be able to get it back.” But even as he said it, he bent toward her, scenting her again. It wasn’t impersonal like before. His mouth opened on her skin. He pinched her nipple softly. Rolling it. Stretching it. Waking her. His lips brushed her pulse—which leaped for him, as if on command.

  He tugged her nipple sharply enough to hurt. She gasped. She grabbed his wrist to drag it away, but he was far too strong.

  “You can’t hide what arouses you from a wolf.” He did the same to her other nipple, his fingers a heady clamp of sensation. His mouth brushed her jaw. His tongue brushed the corner of her lips. “Your scent is delicious. Tell me again about your pain tolerance, Katie.”

  “I don’t think I…”

  He bit her neck. She squeaked, but an excited ache stirred between her legs. When his fingers pulled her nipple again, she squirmed.

  “Is this dull now?”

  She shook her head. “I’m not so sure about the pain.”

  “Pain and pleasure often have similar neural responses.” He licked
the place where he’d bitten her. It stung. Had he broken the skin? “But that might not be it. Perhaps your desire is more about submission.”

  While she liked the idea of a passionate, involved Marcus, one who wanted her for reasons beyond science, she wasn’t so sure about yielding control. She’d imagined something more along the lines of sharing it.

  “I’m sure it’s not,” she lied.

  “That’s unfortunate.” Marcus’s cock pressed her hip, large and hard. “Because I have a profound desire to dominate you.”

  Katie shivered and gulped.

  “Maybe you’re right about following procedure,” she said, suddenly nervous. He could do anything he wished to her, and she had no magic or strength to stop him. This could fundamentally change the person she imagined herself to be. “Your charts. Your experiment.”

  She’d toyed with the wolf lust all her life. With the idea that a wolf, a man, might overpower her self-control and send her tumbling. She’d been forced to use her hunger as a weapon, never truly wanting to follow it to a conclusion.

  Until Marcus.

  He was different, and he made her different. But why?

  Ignoring her hesitation, he shook off her fingers and pinned her wrist to the bed. “Don’t interrupt me. I’m working.”

  He nibbled his way down her neck while continuing to tweak and pull her nipple. He kissed and bit her in a way that hadn’t been in his charts. His mouth hadn’t been involved at all, and she needed his mouth.

  When he ran his tongue across her aching nipple for the first time, she moaned. He licked like a cat—licked and licked, wet and fast, until her tension mounted. A kiss on one, a pinch on the other. Alternating, but then at the same time.

  He sucked her into the hot cave of his mouth, making her arch her back and gasp. He growled softly and reared over her. His fingers were hard around her wrist. His cock thrust toward her. He continued to work her breasts as he positioned himself between her thighs, shoving her wide when she didn’t move fast enough.

  Would this wreck her?

  She’d gone from zero to two hundred in the space of three minutes. He dropped a hand between her legs and found her clit with the unerring accuracy of a scientist.

  Claws scraped her pussy. She twitched with alarm—and something else. He chuckled at her breast, teasing her until she kicked his leg. “I’m not into piercings, Marcus. Please don’t.”

  “Since you said please.” The claws disappeared. He flicked and rubbed her until her folds grew slick. His fingers spread her juices until she whimpered for him.

  His teeth on her nipple, his hand between her legs. Yes. He had taken control of her body. No chart, nothing but desire. She’d never let a man top her before, not for long. His finger, two fingers, sank into her welcoming pussy.

  He released her wrist and shoved his fingers into her hair. Unable and unwilling to hold still, Katie embraced him. She learned the curves of his shoulders, the texture of his hair, the lean strength of his arms. His skin was smooth and warm, his muscles bunching as he fucked her with his hand.

  She was helpless beneath his masterful touch.

  He kissed a path up her neck, his hand changing angles as well. His palm rode her sensitive clit as his fingers thrust inside her. She wound her legs around his hips, trying to get closer.

  Closer to his body, closer to the orgasm she hoped she’d be enjoying—but closer to something else too. Because it was Marcus on top of her, because his movements were growing rough, harsh, because she could hear the wolf in his pant and his growl, Katie’s whole being shuddered with the need to truly surrender. To be taken. By him and him only.

  This was happening. A wolf—Marcus—was about to fuck her senseless. A lifetime of battle was over. Battling the wolves, battling herself and her urges.

  Katie nearly climaxed as she considered what this meant.

  She was being conquered. At last. Her power was nothing compared to his power over her. She couldn’t hurt or kill right now even if she’d wanted to.

  “Don’t forget to stop me,” he whispered against her neck. His lips caressed her jaw, her ear. She held onto him with a death-grip as a strange ferocity surged inside her. Like a turbulent ocean, like her magic fighting the lattice. She tingled with it, everywhere she and Marcus touched. Inside and out.

  “Katie.” He took his fingers out of her. His cock slid across her pussy, eliciting a groan from them both. She arched against him, begging. “Katie, you have to stop me in time.”

  “Uh-huh,” she managed. The only thing that would make this better was if he wouldn’t stop. If he told her there was nothing she could do to stop him. If he rubbed it in.

  And rubbed and rubbed and rubbed. Goddess, it was happening.

  He grabbed his cock and probed her folds. The fat, rounded head kindled pleasure between her legs. “Tell me what you’re feeling,” he demanded.

  “Good.”

  He smiled against her neck, and then he bit her. Hard. She whimpered.

  “How good, Katie?”

  He teased her slit with his cock. Up and down. Close but not close enough. She ached so much, it was as if he’d struck her, and only his cock could make it better. “Please.”

  “How good?” he repeated, all growly and hot. “Describe.”

  “Crazy.” She was not at her most analytical. All she could think of was his cock driving into her pussy, driving today out of her head. All she wanted was Marcus pounding into her, sending her over the edge. But if she didn’t answer as he wished, he might deny her. “Swelling with…magic.”

  “Yes.” He plied her clit with his fingers, pinching and rousing. “What else?”

  “Marcus, please.” She caught at his head, his hair soft, perspiration dampening his brow. “I need you.”

  He pushed into her an inch, the wide head stretching her, the pleasure raw and wonderful. He went no farther, but continued to stroke her clit. She squeezed him tight with her inner muscles, loving his hiss. Bliss spiraled, fast and overwhelming, like something…something…

  She curved her hips, trying to bring more of him inside her. His cock was thick enough to hurt at first, and she didn’t want it easy. She pulled him, digging into his back, his ass. She kissed his neck, his taste as wonderful as his smell.

  His lips teased her ear as he laughed. He reveled in her disintegration. She didn’t care. Goddess, she didn’t care. She just wanted him. “Please. Please, Marcus.”

  He withdrew until she could barely feel him against her slit. “Get the kava.”

  “I’m not that close,” she lied. Why did he have to remind her of that? He couldn’t stop now. Fantastical sensations coursed through her, a hint something was coming. Orgasm, yes, but…

  He nudged his cock against her clit. The head entered her. Yes, yes. She hummed and curled against him, her head twisting back and forth.

  When she said his name again, when she said please, he caught her lips with his. His tongue pushed into her mouth as his cock swelled in her sheath. He sipped and licked her lips, her tongue, tasting her, enjoying her gasps, her responses. She met him eagerly, showing him without words that her body was one giant yes.

  The kissing—changed everything.

  Katie’s last reservation melted as she gave in to her feelings. His cock slid farther into her, then back out. She bit his lip. Kissing her hungrily, he fell into a series of tiny thrusts that incited an erotic craving in her. His cock parted her again and again, over and over, until she couldn’t bear it.

  She needed him deep. Deeper. All the way. She needed completion. She opened for him everywhere, his kisses, his caresses, so intimate she could weep. Her hands and lips grew desperate, and when he quit kissing her, she whined.

  With a muffled curse, he raised up, grabbed the kava and upended it on her chest. She inhaled its sweet-spicy odor. Her senses seemed razor sharp.

  “Link us.”

  She wouldn’t deny him anything. He ruled her now. She released her magic, shot it through the kava
and into his psyche. As soon as she located his lattice and linked him into the spell, he shoved his cock into her up to the hilt.

  Katie cried out. Goddess, it hurt. Yet it felt almost too good. Waves of stress, stress and spectacle, crashed inside her, a madness she couldn’t control. She couldn’t stop it. She was taken.

  That’s when she realized what the feeling was. It was her wolf, zinging through every one of her veins like liquid pleasure.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Marcus plunged into her as though he were falling. Her sleek, wet pussy obsessed him. Her lips clung to his, no longer withholding her emotions. At last she’d grown soft, vulnerable and feverish with desire. Her heart raced for him. He tried his best to concentrate on her lattice, but her scent ripened as she neared her peak, the most delectable thing he’d ever smelled.

  Frantic, hot alpha female. It stirred a primal need in him to conquer her, fuck her harder and longer, in every position imaginable.

  He could lose himself in a woman like Katie.

  Honeyed. Alluring. Challenging. Overwhelming. His ears buzzed with the magic she’d released, the spell seething around them. Her aura fluttered wildly, a lightshow around their bodies.

  His wolf howled its excitement. It had what it wanted—the woman, her surrender. But she was the one who needed to understand the wolf, not him. He already knew its power.

  It had changed him from a mild-mannered scientist into a dominant, demanding beast intent on making this woman his possession.

  Gritting his teeth, amazed he had the resolve, Marcus hoisted himself to a ninety-degree angle so he could see her lattice. He slowed his thrusts, each one sliding deep to keep her high and focused on their goal. He caught her swollen, pink clit between his fingers and stroked.

  Katie’s spiky, black lashes swept down over her eyes as he pleasured her. Her legs around him tensed. Her heels dented his ass with urgency. When she rocked with him, her aura undulated. Brighter than his own chi had been near transformation, her colors glowed. He could see the purple, the mottling of the gray wolf spirit as it rose, the blending of everything into a beautiful kaleidoscope. Tides flowed through her unhindered as the barrier between witch and wolf dissolved.