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  “You taste incredible. Let me see your aura,” he ordered, making it sound dirty.

  Since he’d paused, she managed to say, “I need to touch the components with my hands.”

  Instead of freeing her, he lapped her pussy, all the nooks and crannies. Goddess, the man had a heavenly tongue. She tried to concentrate on opening herself to her magic, but the hot, wet suckle of his mouth on her clit was all she could handle.

  Marcus growled softly, eating every inch of her. His fingers dented into her spread thighs. She’d never been devoured like this. When she moaned, he pushed her legs farther apart and higher. His tongue drove into her, faster and faster. She writhed as he fucked her with his mouth. His teeth scraped her clit, then his tongue, and she nearly lost it.

  Katie felt the approach of an orgasm and her wolf, thrashing her with pleasure. The spell he wanted her to do—she cast it. Her aura burst into life between them like passion, and she brought him into it so he could see.

  He rose up her body, his cock poised at her entrance. Intense pale eyes blazed at her with a wolfishness that aroused her even more. He looked…feral. As if he—he who had her restrained, helpless, fulfilling her dark fantasies—couldn’t control himself.

  What would he do to her?

  “I see the new channel.” His eyes glazed over as he stared at her aura. “Your wolf. Beautiful. What do you smell?”

  “Wh…what?” She arched her hips, rubbing his cock.

  “See how keen your senses are. Tell me anything that surprises you.” He leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth, his teeth sharp.

  She inhaled. Her body, her cream. Soap from the shower. Marcus’s skin, a whiff of cinnamony kava. Laundry detergent. Sex. His tongue laved her breast. Her eyes practically rolled back in her head, it felt so good.

  “Nothing.” She rubbed herself on his cock, her ankles behind his hips. When Marcus exhaled, that was when she noticed it. “Wait.” She breathed deep, letting the moment buoy her. “Peppermint.”

  “Good. Your wolf is stronger now.” His eyes practically glowed with wildness.

  “There’s no peppermint in a chi spell.”

  He kissed her then, his tongue sliding as deep in her mouth as it had her body. She twined everything she could around him and wished he’d free her arms. She needed him closer. She needed to hold on when things got crazy. Their tongues danced. The kava and musk of her body flavored his kiss with the faint addition of peppermint.

  “There’s no peppermint in a chi spell,” she repeated when he lifted his head.

  He smiled. “I added some to test whether you’d sense it.” As if rewarding her, he pressed his shaft against her slit, almost entering her but not quite.

  She could get used to the wolf coursing through her, heightening her senses, her emotions, her needs. “Test me more.”

  He lowered an arm and caught his cock in his hand. He fit the broad, smooth head against her opening, coating himself in her wetness. When his fingers pleasured her clit, she groaned.

  “Marcus,” she pleaded.

  “Use your alpha,” he whispered. “Show me what you want.”

  She let her wolf magic nip him. “I am. Can you tell?”

  “Yes.” His cock inched into her. Goddess, it felt so right, to be under him, to be connected to him. More. She needed it all.

  He bared his teeth, fighting her command. His cock seemed to swell. He promptly dragged it out. She pressured him, and he thrust into her, deeper. Harder. Her pulse leaped.

  “That feels so good.” Pleasure threatened to overwhelm her concentration. He’d made such a big deal about controlling her, as though it got him off.

  It had almost gotten her off.

  He had his confirmation. His experiment was a success. There was no reason to use her alpha to persuade him. He could have all the control. He could do what he wanted. Couldn’t they just enjoy one another now?

  The chi spell faded, and she didn’t know if he’d seen enough. She blinked uncertainly. “Marcus?”

  “Don’t stop,” he said hoarsely. He was motionless between her thighs, his arms trembling, veins standing out in his neck. “Force me.”

  “I don’t want to force you.” She wanted him—to want her. To just want her.

  It was a horrible revelation.

  “Do it anyway.” He pinched her clit, and she squealed.

  Instead she shoved her power at him with a command to loosen her wrists. He was fumbling at the handcuffs before he realized what she’d done.

  “Dammit, Katie.” He lurched away and glared down at her. “That’s not part of the experiment.”

  She rubbed a foot up his muscular thigh.

  “You already know what you need to know.” Her toes located his hard, velvety cock, and she rubbed him with her instep. “Come kiss me.”

  Marcus grabbed her ankle, his fingers so tight they ground against the bones. “Use the wolf.”

  She licked her lips. “I tried.”

  “Not hard enough.” His eyes narrowing, he slid both palms up her body until he grasped her hips. “I think you need motivation.”

  He flipped her to her stomach, the canvas strap that secured the handcuffs twisting with her. With a single hand, he held her down while he rummaged in the end table. Katie struggled to see what he was doing. The spanking and the cuffs had been educational, but she wasn’t sure how deep into kink she wanted to go.

  Marcus emerged with a swath of fabric. He positioned it around her eyes, knotting it tight. It pulled her hair.

  “Ow.” She rubbed her head against the mattress to try to dislodge the blindfold. “This isn’t necessary.”

  “Take one sense away and the others will strengthen. I want you to feel every single thing I do to you.” He hoisted her hips into the air, lifting her until she was on her knees, her cheek pressed to the mattress. He kicked her legs wide. Once she was presented to him, completely vulnerable, he uttered a noise halfway between a sigh and a groan. He gripped her ass and drew the cheeks apart.

  She struggled into a sustainable position, with her elbows and forearms supporting her head. “You have my cooperation. I don’t see why you have to…”

  Smack!

  The blow landed precisely between her legs, jolting through her pussy like electricity. Her thighs smarted like mad.

  “What was that for?” Katie tried to hunker away but he trapped her in place. His hands caressed her ass, squeezing, before he struck again. Again. Again. His position behind her, their calves partly aligned, gave him significant leverage.

  Spank her, would he? Arrogant wolf! She’d make him pay. She told him how much.

  Marcus laughed and spanked her again. His hand stroked her ass between blows as she struggled and threatened. Every time she tried to dodge, he punished her for it.

  “You’re bright pink. There’s a handprint on your ass. Mine.” He traced it on her burning skin. “I like seeing you this way.”

  “Pervert.” Her breath came fast and hard. In the darkness behind the blindfold, it was harsh in her ears.

  “If I am, so are you.” The next blow caught her pussy again. It didn’t hurt, exactly, yet it did. “Surprise.”

  “Shut up.” She bit her lip and refused to give him the satisfaction of a moan. “Are you adding this to the report?”

  “Perhaps.” He massaged gently, as if soothing the pain away.

  “I should have known you were rotten. Damned wolf.” She turned her head sideways, wishing she could see.

  He popped her twice in quick succession, both sides of her ass flaring with pain. She yelled at him, and he wouldn’t stop.

  Tears threatened, more confusion than pain. “Are you mad at me?”

  “If you want me to stop,” he said, “you’ll have to make me.”

  “I can’t.”

  “Then I won’t stop until I feel like stopping.” He rubbed and spanked her, tempting her with his cock. His hands, when he caressed her, trembled. He fingered her pussy and anus. His breat
hing grew harsh. “Or I could fuck you now and then start all over again.”

  She ached. She needed him. “Yes. Please. Whatever you want.”

  “I want you to use your wolf. Do it, Katie.”

  “No.”

  He teased and paddled her until she did cry. Darkness closed in, helplessness, frustration.

  Arousal.

  When an intense glow began to soak her ass like a heat lamp, Katie realized Marcus’s slaps were the cause. The pain and heat were alarmingly erotic. His cock nudged her folds, and she felt it twice as much. Twice the yearning. A finger gliding up and down her crack nearly set her on fire.

  Humiliation. Stimulation. Desire.

  Her nerve endings blossomed, and when he smacked her something inside her melted.

  The shameless wetness on her thighs felt like surrender. Something she never, ever did. Ever. She wanted to spread her legs and feel more of this pain mixture where it hurt the most, where it scalded her, where she craved him.

  She was throbbing, liquid and achy by the time Marcus thrust a long finger into her pussy. His touch against her swollen clit was an electric shock of pleasure. He flicked her and she gasped.

  “You’re soaked,” he said, husky and growling. “You want more, don’t you?”

  Yes, please. “No.”

  He paddled her for the fib. “How’s your wolf now? Is she ready for me?”

  “She wants to rip your head off,” Katie lied. “For that matter, so do I.”

  “Prove it.” He rubbed her juices up and down her crack, and it catapulted her to some knife-edge of arousal she’d never before imagined. “Or are you going to let me win?”

  She tried to answer and he spanked her. She moaned and squirmed when the hot burn followed. Everything felt so hypersensitive, from her clit to her toes. How much more could she take?

  When he tickled her fiery thighs, his palm cupping her mound, she pushed her ass against his groin, begging him to take it to the next level.

  Any way he wanted. “I don’t want to fight you. I don’t care about winning.”

  “You do outside the bedroom. You won’t stop fighting me.”

  “That’s different.”

  “Is it?” Slowly, he tucked two fingers into her, traveling deep. She tightened instinctively, knowing how wet she was, knowing nothing could hide the truth from either of them anymore. His other hand caught her clit, pinching and rubbing.

  Katie arched her spine and ground against him.

  “What do you want?” he asked. “Tell me.”

  “I want you.”

  “This?” He stroked in and out of her with his fingers, good but not enough.

  She whimpered helplessly. “More.”

  Marcus leaned down, covering her with his body, intimate as hell, and whispered in her ear. “You tasted better than I dreamed, Katie. Did you like my tongue in your pussy?”

  Oh, Goddess. “Yes.”

  His hips thrust against her ass, his cock finding her slick folds. “Do you want me?”

  He had no idea how far beyond sex her wanting extended. “I do.”

  “I want to come inside you.” He caressed her with his whole body, their skin sensual, sweaty. “I love to feel my cock in your pussy. I love to feel you beneath me. Do you know how hard it is to resist you right now?”

  “Agree,” she managed.

  “But I’m stopping,” he said, “unless you make me.”

  Tears threatened again. She was an emotional wreck, a miserable watering pot trying to soothe her fear and sorrow with sex. “I can’t.”

  “Try harder.”

  “Please be with me, Marcus.” A tear escaped the blindfold, and she tilted her head to hide it. “Make love to me.”

  He was silent for a long moment. In a quiet voice, he said, “That’s what you want?”

  “Yes,” she admitted. “I do.”

  He kissed her shoulder and began to move. His cock slid through her folds, bumping her clit again and again. Katie started swirling higher, aching for him. All she could do was feel.

  Then he stopped. “Use your alpha.”

  She squirmed with unrelieved sexual hunger. “I’m out of magic.”

  “No, you’re not,” he said, his voice scratchy. He started to pull away from her. “You’re afraid, Katie. You’re too broken to trust me.”

  “Like you trust me? I’m not the one who carries around a monkshood antidote.”

  “Does that bother you?”

  “It hurts that you think I’d…after we…” She couldn’t finish it. When he said nothing, something inside her snapped.

  She wanted to be with him, really be with him, and he didn’t care. It had nothing to do with trust. He was simply curious to know what her wolf could do.

  Time to find out.

  When she released her alpha this time, she didn’t hold back. He stiffened, his hands confining her hips, before he drove into her with a groan. Katie groaned too, the connection so deep it hurt.

  He slid along her back as he fucked her, gradually pressing her toward the mattress until she was prone. With one strong arm, he propped her hips, kept her angled toward him. Though she couldn’t see him, it allowed their lovemaking to remain…personal. Snug.

  And what she’d nearly admitted. Was he wondering what she’d left unsaid?

  He pumped between her legs at a measured pace. Touching everywhere. They moved together, sighing, gasping, striving toward mutual satisfaction. His every thrust took her slowly, slowly, out of her head and into a dimension of pure sensuality.

  Moisture slickened her inner thighs, her ass, his cock. The wet glide of their bodies and their heavy breathing filled the quiet trailer. Her stiff, sensitive nipples scraped the sheet as he pushed her. The sultry cream of her longing and the kava and peppermint on his breath tantalized her heightened senses.

  He hadn’t said a word about the fact her alpha was gone. All she’d forced was that first, delicious entry. Now she simply held on. Not with her legs or arms—the arms were tied and the knees were jelly. She wrapped her magic around him to show him how she felt. She wouldn’t, couldn’t use words.

  When her orgasm approached, he sensed it. He muttered something highly unscientific and adjusted his arm around her hips to find her clit.

  Katie cried his name when he touched her, and surrendered, yet again, to his direction. He bit her shoulder. His pace increased. Like a lodestone, he drew her magic and her climax to the surface to bloom.

  She convulsed beneath him, trembling and gasping. He was kissing her neck, her ear, encouraging her, staying deep inside her, rolling through her. Couldn’t she please him too? Riding the blissful waves, Katie recklessly poured her magic into him. Her essence found his. They pooled until the boundaries disappeared. There was no slap of rejection, and she didn’t take anything from him.

  She gave him everything.

  She filled him with magic until he howled.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Marcus’s body felt like lightning had struck him. A massive orgasm squeezed his balls and spurted out his cock. He hadn’t thought anything could feel better than emptying himself into Katie last night, and he’d been wrong.

  His heart raced so fast it nearly choked him. His throat closed. When the orgasm finished, he came to rest against her, his cock lodged deep. He didn’t want to move.

  It had been so incredibly difficult to keep his mind on his experiment. His wolf turned his senses razor sharp as he reveled in Katie’s smell, her taste, her satiny skin. The sound of her soft cries, the heat in her flesh after he spanked her. The emotion and urgency when she begged him, when she handed herself to him completely. He reveled in her surrender and rejoiced that she didn’t want to force him to take her. She yearned for his mastery, and conquering this powerful, sensual woman satisfied everything he was as a wolf and a man.

  He should feel relaxed after lovemaking that passionate, and his bones did resemble slurry. But his brain and nerve endings jangled, as if he’d had sever
al espresso shots in a row.

  Katie rested her face on her arm with a sigh, her profile to him. The black silk of the blindfold matched her shiny hair. “Mmm. Was the experiment as good for you as it was for me?”

  “I met my goal.” He nuzzled her neck, the fine hair at her nape tickling his chin. His lips felt oddly numb. “I should write my report now.”

  “You should test me some more.” Her inner muscles clenched him playfully. He twitched, oversensitive. He wasn’t numb in his cock, that was for sure. She laughed at his reaction and did it again.

  “Are you incomplete?” he asked, though he’d smelled her fieriness when she’d climaxed. He didn’t smell it now, another oddness—last night it had lingered for an hour. It had made concentration on statistics difficult.

  Right offhand, he could list fifty-three ways he wanted to consummate their relationship. If she wanted another orgasm, he could provide it.

  Except he didn’t feel like himself. His innards jostled at him to get up, get up, while his outsides felt blunted and dull.

  “I’ll tell you what would make my life complete.” Her knees bent enough for her small bare feet to rub his legs. He could feel it, barely. “Healing powder. My head hurts. And then a nice, long nap.”

  “I believe it’s standard to complain of a headache prior to sex, not afterward.” He untied her blindfold clumsily, his fingers like hot dogs. “Was this too tight?”

  When the silk fell away, she blinked several times and wrinkled her nose. “Next time, you wear the blindfold.”

  “That’s not going to happen.” Increasingly concerned, he went through various spells she could have cast to slow his reflexes. Not only had she been deliciously clean and nude, but as a wolf, he’d have noticed. He’d have felt the magic pop in his ears.

  Whatever was happening to him had nothing to do with a spell.

  “Are you sure?” Her cheek dimpled as she smiled. “I hear it heightens certain senses.”

  The orgasm he’d experienced had been incredible. Too incredible? What if he was having a heart attack? He might require assistance. He reached up and tugged her wrists, intending to free her, but the metal clasp on the cuffs didn’t release. “Huh.”