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infuriating,
beautiful woman I’d ever met. Apparently it was going to take more
than a little physical reprimand to break her.
    I didn’t know how long she would be out for.
I could only imagine the effort it required for her to close
herself off like that.
    Damn it. It’d gone completely wrong. I wanted
her to open up to me. I wanted to help her. I wanted to empower
her, not to beat her into unconsciousness.
    I scrubbed my face, the whiskers of my
sprouting facial hair scraping against my palms. I refocused my
gaze on her. A new wave of determination erupted from within as my
wolf continued his angry song.
    I wasn’t giving up on her. It looked like I
was going to have to up the ante. I was going to have to keep her
teetering between pleasure and pain, a place that kept her body
guessing and her mind active; it was a place where she wouldn’t be
able to hide from herself or me.
    I quickly got to work, grabbing what I needed
from my supply chest. With everything open and ready, I focused on
Laina. I unlocked her cuffs and set about stripping her. As much as
I wanted to take my time and touch every part of her, feel every
curve as I exposed it, I had to remain focused on the big picture,
on the end goal. The moment she was naked, I refastened her
restraints. It was only then that I allowed myself to step back and
enjoy the view.
    God, she was breathtaking. Every part of her
was round, was soft, silky curves that I knew would be heaven to
cuddle. Her face was flush, her cheeks stained with tears. Even
seeing the physical depths I’d pierced, she was still beautiful. I
couldn’t stop myself from caressing her cheek, trailing my fingers
down her neck, across her pulse point and along the center of her,
leading to her apex.
    Inhaling deep, her scent overwhelmed me. Her
delicious aroma sent my wolf into a frenzy. I could easily release
him to bite her while she slept. But I pressed down on him, holding
strong to my control. At the end of the day, this was about her,
not me. I hadn’t been thinking straight when I’d set out to claim
her. What good would it do to have her beside me if she resented
the position? If we weren’t a united front, they would never
respect us.
    I sighed. This would have to be her decision.
It would have to be her choice whether or not she surrendered
herself. I could tie her up forever, but until I breeched that
impenetrable wall around her, I would never have all of her and she
would never accept me.
    I was selfish enough to take whatever I could
get from her, but I loved her enough not to. I loved her enough to
hold off on my own wants and needs for her benefit. To an outsider,
I was sure spanking her, restraining her, all of this looked like a
power trip on my part. But it was when you were brought to your
knees, forced to face the darkness at your lowest that you realized
how strong you were, that you could face anything.
    I wanted her to know her strength. I wanted
her to know exactly what she was capable of, how much she was
capable of. Even if she refused me at the end, at least I could let
her go knowing I’d given her something she would never again lose:
self-worth.
    When you knew exactly what you possessed, no
one could ever demean you. No one could ever belittle it because
you were aware of its full potential, of your full potential.
    I watched as her chest rose and fell, her
breasts thrusting up and out with the effort. Her nipples were dark
rosy peaks that had my mouth watering, my groin winding even
tighter.
    Damn it. I couldn’t lose control. I had to
ignore my cock, straining up against my stomach. I had to pretend
like my balls weren’t on the verge of exploding, the pressure damn
near agonizing. I cupped myself, squeezing hard, trying to dull the
ache with fresh pain. It did little to relieve the mounting need
building low in my stomach.
    I fisted my hands, forcing myself to walk
away. I plopped down in one of the club chairs by the window. I
gripped the arms of the chair,