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“You will call me by name, mate, when I rut with you, and you will submit to me.”

Zenya hissed at him, showing him her fangs, but her swollen, ripe pussy pulsed in need to the razor’s edge of pain. She was almost too far gone to care about dignity. All she could think about was the way he’d made her feel on the nights leading up to the wedding and of the way their invited guests and members of their clan had celebrated, oblivious to her plans to be free of him.

He dragged the length of his cock down her crease. Keeping her pinned to the ground, he forced her legs apart so he could settle himself between her thighs as he guided his cock to the opening of her core. The hot, velvet skin of his crown teased at her lips, making her cry out when he didn’t press in. Instead, he used his hard length to smear her slick over more of her skin, his chest now rumbling with a pleased purr at the sight and feel.

Her hips bucked up of their own accord as if begging for something...anything. More. Lucian held her steady and still. There was nothing she could do but lie there and take whatever he wanted to give her, whatever way he gave it to her. Trying to soothe herself or disengage—either in mind or body—was useless. His scent, his touch, his body, all of it caged her and held her tight.

When he finally pushed his length inside her, she couldn’t bite back the whimper. She only hoped he would think it was from pain and not from need. His cock was thick and long, but her body opened up greedily, needing to be filled. Her inner muscles clenched around his shaft, attempting to pull him deeper.

“I’ll have you yet, my untamed tigress,” he said, holding her throat in his hand, squeezing lightly, keeping her in place. “But I will tame you, and I will never let you go.”

Refusing to give him the satisfaction of pleading, she bit her lower lip. What she really feared was that she wouldn’t plead with him to stop, but to take her and drive her insane with need, pushing her over the edge into a bottomless well of pleasure.

Zenya’s fingers clutched the snow, making hard snowballs. She wanted to make one hard enough and big enough that she could hit him upside the head, rendering him inert and unconscious. But she couldn’t do it. Instead, she groaned as he rutted with her, his hips slamming into her, sending the head of his cock to kiss her cervix.

He groaned as he pounded into her—hard and deep. He kept at her until she came again, calling his name as he ground into her, his cum filling her with its warmth as her pussy clamped down, greedily milking him dry.

That’s when she began to question whether or not she wanted to be with him. He called to her in a way nothing and no one ever had. The ache deep in her soul when she’d turned toward the east after her magical ride on Noel had almost been her undoing. It had taken every ounce of her will to not call Noel back and return to him. Had thwarting Lucian and Zaiden become more of a habit than the fulfillment of what she really wanted? Zenya tried to remind herself as he lay on top of her, giving her his full weight, that Lucian was a man used to getting what he wanted—one way or another.

The problem that still remained was, what did she really want?

CHAPTER 20

LUCIAN

Nothing had ever felt so right as running Zenya to ground, commanding her to shift, and then being one with her. He would never let her go. Lucian’s need to possess her was primal and definitely feral. Her scent had filled his nostrils, and he wasn’t certain he’d ever get enough of her. He groaned as he pounded into her—hard and deep. Again and again, he forced her into a freefall of erotic flight. She bit her lip to keep from screaming but he could feel when another orgasm crashed through her like an avalanche cascading down the mountain.

It was only then he felt the shiver at the base of his spine, signaling his own release was imminent. He closed his eyes as he drove into her over and over until he came with a final brutal thrust, roaring and flooding her pussy with seed that sparked small aftershocks of pleasure within her.

“I will have my way,” he said, closing his fingers around her throat again. “And no one will stop me—not even your precious Shadow Sisters. The Resistance needs me and the Baihu Clan far more than they need you.”

He was finished, exhausted. He allowed himself to rest on her, loving the softness of her body and the way it conformed to and comforted his. Reluctantly, it seemed, Zenya’s arms came up to wrap around him and she sobbed softly into his shoulder. He probably should have said something different, but it wasn’t his way. But she needed to know he could change. He could compromise if she would only do the same. He nuzzled her gently, lovingly. Could she not feel all that he felt for her? He knew he could spend eternity with her just like this. In this one perfect moment, time stood still.

“My words…” he started.

“You meant every one of them.”

“I did. But I failed to tell you that as much as I believe our destiny was always to have been as one, that in this lifetime, I am bereft without you. I love you. My heart can only beat when it hears yours. I may be the alpha of our clan and may have trapped you into bonding with me, but it is you who has held my soul captive for years.”

Reality returned and she shivered beneath him but not from desire. It was cold and icy in this remote part of Canada. He would call for the plane to come. He’d had a turboprop plane fitted with landing skis as soon as he figured out she was probably going to head east, but stay in the north. As much as he wanted to truly rut with her and release his barbs to score her pussy and breed her, he would give her some time. Time to come home. Time to heal the breach between them.

Reluctantly, Lucian uncoupled from her, reaching for her duffle and grabbing her anorak. His gear was at the bottom of the hill where he’d left it when he’d spotted her with the binoculars. He handed Zenya a pair of mukluks he found to keep her feet from freezing.

He stood up and helped her to her feet. Wiping away the remnants of her tears, he kissed her gently. “It’ll be all right, sweetheart. I can call for the plane when we get back to my gear.”

“There’s no cell phone coverage.”

He chuckled. “No, but I have a sat phone with my gear and a plane that has skis for landing gear.”

They trudged down to the foot of the hill and Lucian pulled on his own clothes and helped Zenya into hers.

“Why?” she asked simply.

He quirked his eyebrow at her. “Why what?”

“Why be so nice to me after you track me down, fuck me in the snow, and then drag me down this hill?”

He picked up the sat phone, which was also a two-way radio, started to switch it on and then paused. “Why? Did you miss the part where I told you I loved you? I understand that you may not believe me, but it’s true.” He switched on the phone. “Charlie? I’m sending you our coordinates. Fly in and figure out where you want to land. Do me a favor and turn the sauna on.”

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