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course. It’s my bed.”
    That snapped her out of her stunned daze. Of course he would be arr ogant about it. She huffed. “I was looking for a noble hero. I guess I picked the wrong cabin.” She slid into the bed and curled up under the blanket, as far away from him as she could get.
    A chuckle of male amusement tickled her ear as he tugged her into the shelter of his arms. “You don’t want a gentleman. You want an animal.”
    She turned her head to look at him . “How do you know what I want?”
    “’Cause it’ s me you’ll be having, woman. I’m an animal and you’ll take me the way I am.”
    She laughed. “Cocky bastard.”
    “Sassy witch.”
    “Be quiet and let me sleep.”
    He trailed a hand down her arm then lingered on her hip, sending a delicious shiver down her spine. “Oh darling, there’ll be no sleeping until we’ve settled things between us.”
    Her head popped up . “What things?”
    “Well, th ere’s the matter of you lying half naked in my bed, smelling good enough to eat.”
    “That was your idea! ”
    Ignoring her , he went on. “Then there’s the matter of your punishment.”
    Her heart thudded in her chest. “Punishment?”
    “For disobeying the pack beta.”
    Submit to my mastery and you’ll receive pleasure. The words hung in her head and she shuddered. What exactly did he mean? Was she ready to find out? “I’m not scared of you.”
    A predatory look then he flipped her underneath him. His weight pinned her to the bed.
    “I know,” he said, staring down at her. “That’s why I like you. You have no sense, but I like you anyway.”
    She stopped breathing, caught in his deep blue eyes. For all his barbaric faults, he was a loyal, honest, hard-working man. And he just might be hers. The thought should have flooded her with fear. But studying the proud man looking down at her, a warm tingly sensation built inside her. Was it more than lust? Was it love? She’d never been in love. Hearts and flowers weren’t a priority in her line of work.
    H esitantly, she touched his face. He held still and let her explore him. She liked his unshaven cheeks though the scratchiness scraped a bit when he kissed her. It made him look rugged and manly. She ran her fingertips over his lips.
    “ Your lips are so soft and girly,” she teased. “What kind of lip gloss do you use? I just have to get some.”
    He nipped the finger near his mouth and she jerked her hand back. “Ow!”
    “Time for your pun ishment.”
    He left the bed and retrieved something from a drawer. When he returned to the side of the bed, he ordered, “Give me your hands.”
    “W hat?”
    H e leaned over and brushed a kiss across her forehead. “Trust me, sweetheart. I won’t hurt you. And I think you’ll like this.” He rose back to his full height, and commanded again, “Now, give me your hands.”
    S he obeyed, hoping her trust wouldn’t prove to be unfounded. He took her hands and wrapped a silky rope around each wrist. Her heart beat frantically as the soft fabric glided over her sensitive skin. He was going to tie her up – make her helpless and vulnerable to his every desire. She shivered with excitement.
    When her wrists were tied securely togethe r, he pulled her arms tight above her head and fastened them to the headboard. She experimented with the strength of the bonds, tugging a little at first, half-expecting to be able to slip away. When she couldn’t budge more than an inch, she pulled harder, using all her strength.
    Shit. She was good and stuck.
    He looked her over, a grin spreading across his handsome face. It felt like a thousand butterflies danced in her belly.
    She squirmed and the borrowed t-shirt rubbed against her aching nipples. T-shirt. She was still wearing his shirt. A bubble of nervous laughter erupted in her throat. “You forgot to take off the t-shirt before you tied me up. Not so great at this, are you?”
    Never taking his gaze off her, his grin widened then he ripped through