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satisfied.
    He must know she was curious, and had to know that she was attracted despite her fear. Her arousal wafted in the breeze caressing her skin.
    Her gaze turned slowly, reluctantly, to find him again, still with his back to her as he cupped water and spilled it over his shoulders. Broad and powerful shoulders.
    He’d subdued her easily and carried her large frame as though she weighed nothing. Physical strength was like an aphrodisiac for her, and he was built like a god—heavy, slabbed muscles rippled along either side of his deeply embedded spine. Arms thick as tree trunks, so like Guntram’s, flexed as he splashed water against his chest. As well, she hadn’t missed the depth of muscle that wrapped around the long bones of his thighs and calves before he’d stepped into the pool.
    She continued to stare now—not because she worried he’d approach her again—but because she wanted him to turn, wanted him to rise from the water and let her look at the part of him that held the promise of being every bit as impressive, as massive, as the rest of him.
    Her naked skin felt hot, so she shoved away the coverlet to feel the breeze sifting through sheer curtains at the arched windows. Her nipples prickled, tightening into aching points. She’d feared rape in those first few moments when he’d dragged her through the portal. Now, her body prepared to be taken.
    At last, the one Alex had called the Master of the Demons turned, aiming a hot, assessing glare her way.
    Did he wonder why she hadn’t bothered covering herself since she’d been afraid before of inciting lust? As a wolf, she didn’t possess a lot of modesty. Running in wolfskin, transforming in the company of her pack, there wasn’t anything dozens of men didn’t know about her body.
    Even her heats were their business. When her body burned with lust to mate, they sniffed around her, fur rising on their backs to warn away the competition as they circled her. She’d reveled in her power to attract them even as she’d scorned their suits. They could sniff and nuzzle her sex, but they couldn’t sink their teeth into her neck and hold her—not and hope to live long.
    The demon’s glance slid over her, pausing on her ripened nipples, gliding down her soft belly to her ample hips and thighs. She wasn’t a stick-girl, but she thought he might prefer her frame because he was so large himself.
    Perhaps she could use his lust to distract him. Use him long enough to assuage the heat curling around her womb while she sought a way to overcome him and escape.
    There now … she’d shown a modicum of restraint, however self-serving, to come up with a plan. Not that Guntram would have been pleased with the course she’d chosen.
    Too bad he wasn’t here to watch. She loved it when he watched.
    The demon sank beneath the water, then sprang upward, water sluicing down him from the curtain of his dark hair. He shook it back, still staring at her. Funny, how appealing, how youthful the damp clumps of eyelashes framing his golden irises made him appear.
    His hand rose, palm up, in an invitation to join him. She should bristle at his arrogance that he thought he could so easily command her.
    Yet, instead of lifting her chin in defiance, she damn near preened, her shoulders falling back to raise her breasts in offering.
    He curled his fingers, twice, telling her to come now, while his expression hardened.
    Her heart thudding hard against her chest, she scooted off the bed because she feared his reprisal and worried that her plan to seduce him would get off to a wobbly start—or so she told herself. But she knew she lied. She wanted him.
    So she strolled toward him, rolling her hips, lowering her eyes because his strange slitted pupils unnerved her almost as much as the powerful wave of lust that throbbed inside her pussy.
    Gabriella wondered if fucking a demon was any different from fucking a man or a vampire. She knew she was about to find out and hoped she’d