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His cock surges inside me, rough and dominating. This is his true nature, stripped of the veneer of propriety he has been trying to cling to all this time. He fucks me like he owns me.

Last night he took my ass, and today it is my pussy that will be punished. He is merciless in his rough rutting, pounding inside me over and over as my breasts bounce and are occasionally sucked into his mouth, nibbled, even lightly bitten as he uses me for his pleasure and mine.

I wrap my legs around him, draw him in, let him have me. We rut until he comes inside me, his cock forming that thick alpha knot that keeps his seed inside me, doing what cum does.

We don’t talk about what is going to happen inevitably from all this mating. We never discuss what life is sparking between us. I could be pregnant. I might not be. At any moment, some new little creature could emerge between us and then we will both have even more problems than we already do.

“I don’t know why,” Armand says as we lie together in the aftermath of our rough mating. “But the more you submit, the more I feel as though I’m not getting through to you at all. You’ve made this all too easy.”

“Maybe I like being captive. Maybe this keeps me safe. Maybe not everybody was made to be free.”

Armand wraps his arms around me and sighs into my hair.

“You were made to be free. You just need to understand that there are other ways to be safe besides killing every man that moves.”

“Arguably…”

“No,” he says firmly. “We’re not having this discussion. Killing equals captivity, equals you being kept in a dungeon and fucked until you bear my pups. Until you start to think differently, that’s how it’s going to be.”

“You wouldn’t keep me down here pregnant.”

“I would,” he says. “I’d do anything to keep you out of trouble, Trixie. I love you, and if that means you live the rest of your life as my captive fuck mate, then so be it. Plenty of our ancestors were kept this way. There’s no reason you can’t be too.”

He’s so fucking hot when he’s mercilessly medieval.

CHAPTER23

Armand

“Maître?” Daniel taps on my door one afternoon not long after I confined my mate to the dungeon to be my sweet little fuck toy. The guilt I felt at the beginning is starting to fade, because it is working. She is contained, she even seems happy. It’s the strangest thing.

Perhaps things are starting to finally come to order. Jenny Duplante seems happy enough with Beau, who seems happy enough with her, and the world is no longer at risk from Beatrix. The attack on the detectives seems to have been put down to wolves; wolf stories are rife at the moment.

I’ve banned the pack from shifting anywhere outside our immediate territory for the moment. There are rumors of hunters flying in with the intention of killing these man-eating beasts. But, all things considered, I’d say I have things under control.

“What can I do for you, Daniel?”

He lifts both his brows and breathes in a way I know heralds the end of my hopes of peace and quiet.

“What is it?”

“I have reason to believe we are being invaded by Russian wolves,” Daniel says. His tone is almost bored, faintly annoyed. I love this man like a brother, though he is only a cousin. I should say that aloud one day, he’d find it funny. Maybe when we are not being invaded.

I look out the window, but the sky is blue and the grass is green and there doesn’t seem to be an invasion anywhere about. I tap my pen on the desk blotter and look at him questioningly.

“Are they out the back? Coming down the chimney?”

“They’re in the town,” he says. “Two people died last night in wolf attacks. Their bones were found scattered around the old cemetery.”

The hair rises on the back of my neck.

“What did you just say?”

“You don’t actually want me to repeat that, do you,Maître?”

“No,” I say. “But it’s not possible. Beatrix is locked up, and I was with her last night. She didn’t escape the dungeon, kill two people, and come back. The security on those doors is…”

“I don’t think it was your mate,” he says. “Actually, I know it wasn’t.”

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