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my knuckles white as I clamped down
on the ends.
    This was torture. Damn it. I knew beating
myself over things past didn’t change them, but damn, I wish it
did.
    I stared at her curvy figure. It was more
gorgeous than I had imagined. Her swells, her rounded features
seemed to ensconce her, wrapping her into an elegant package of
femininity. My hands itched to caress her. Gliding my fingers down
her wasn’t enough. I’d felt her silk beneath them; I knew her
curves would be cushions of satin against my stone.
    I bore down on my muscles, punching my wolf
as he pounced towards the surface again. She was lying out, a feast
for us both. I knew the temptation; my body and spirit felt the
temptation, reacted to her lure.
    I leapt up the second she began to stir.
    She stretched, her eyes fluttering open. The
moment she realized her situation, I saw the panic rise within her.
Her gaze slid down her body, then narrowed on me. She jerked on the
bindings.
    “Jayson!”
    I watched as her anger slid beneath
embarrassment. She averted her gaze, her cheeks flaming.
    I knew it was time. She would learn exactly
what she did to me, and I’d see to it that she embraced the power
she had over me.
    I strolled towards her. As I loomed over her,
I cupped her cheek and turned her face towards me. She immediately
closed her eyes.
    “Open them,” I ordered.
    She hesitantly shook her head ‘no.’
    “Laina, look at me.” My tone was more
abrasive this time.
    She bit her bottom lip, squeezing her
eyelids.
    I moved my hand, depriving her of the contact
I knew her wolf craved. “Last chance.”
    She remained deathly still, not heeding my
warning.
    I carefully climbed on the bed, ensuring I
didn’t touch her. I placed my knees between hers and leaned
forward, my lower arms holding the weight of my upper body, braced
on either side of her chest.
    My wolf punched my core, thrashing about in
an effort to break me. I’d never been so close to her, so close to
what I wanted, yet so far.
    I swallowed hard, trying to retain my calm,
hard façade.
    I slid my gaze over her. I was captured,
enraptured by her perfect mounds, plush and full. They sat begging
for my mouth to claim them. And that’s when I decided I would
attack them first.
    Shifting my weight to my elbows, I grabbed
her breasts. Her breath hitched the second my hands framed her
intimate flesh. Her breasts immediately molded to my palms.
    It was her turn to swallow hard. She tugged
her arms, but only proceeded to jam her hands tighter into the
cuffs.
    I smiled a predatory smile, a deviant smile
even as she held tightly to her rebellion. Her eyes remained
clamped shut.
    I swiped my thumbs across her sensitive buds.
She gasped, her eyelids flying open.
    “What are you doing?” she demanded,
indignation resounding in her tone.
    “Why don’t you defend yourself?” I flicked my
thumbs again.
    She flushed, biting her inner lip. She was
controlling her reaction; the initial shock had worn off quickly. I
would have to become more aggressive with my pursuit.
    She glared at me. “I don’t have to answer
that.”
    “Fine, but I promise you’ll want to when I
take you to the edge and refuse to let you go over it.”
    Before she could respond, I capture one of
her nipples in my mouth. I lapped my tongue over the tight bud as I
pinched her other peak.
    Her brows furrowed inwards as she more
sharply bit her lip. There was stress in her eyes. I could tell she
wanted to let loose, but she wasn’t allowing herself to, which
frustrated the hell out of me.
    I nipped at her sensitive flesh, thoroughly
laving the tight bud before switching breasts. It was the change
that shocked her, garnering a whimper from her.
    I drew back. “Why don’t you stand up for
yourself?”
    She frowned, opening and closing her mouth
several times, but not saying anything. When she clinched her mouth
shut for the final time, I growled, squeezing her breasts
roughly.
    I slid up her, leaning in near her ear. “You
will