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refused to be controlled by a man who was not my wolf mate.
    “I don't need your permission for anything.”
    Now I'd really done it. I braced myself, expecting him to unleash his anger all over me. Instead, he faced me with a strange sadness in his gaze where there should have been fury. I was confused by the change in what he was giving off as it touched me, enveloping me in the sorrow of the undead.

    Moving carefully through the shattered glass, Arys closed the space between us. I truly didn't know what to expect. So, when he roughly pulled me into his arms and kissed me with a depth and passion that caused my breath to catch, I was speechless.
    My heart froze when he pulled back long enough to whisper in my ear, “I promise that you will regret it if you make the mistake of testing me on this.”
    I gaped at him, stunned silent. I knew Arys was touchy about the one who made him, but this was really freaking me out. He had never spoken to me like that. I would have been pissed right off if I hadn't been so damn scared.
    Before I could make sense of my flustered thoughts, he brought his lips back to mine in a bruising kiss that could only be defined as possessive. He smelled like wolf, pine and fur. I reveled in it despite the confusion swirling within me. My beast was strong in him, and as he sought to dominate me, I responded to him against my will.
    His touch was like molten lava as he swept my legs out from under me and picked me up in his arms. His kiss was urgent as his tongue thoroughly explored my mouth.
    Even as I asked myself what the hell I was doing, I kissed him back with desire when I should have been nothing short of enraged.
    I wanted to rant at him, to ask him who the hell he thought he was to dare threaten me like that, but the will to do so wasn't there. As the power crashed through us, I was overcome by it, and I clung to him as he carried me.
    He didn't take me to the bedroom like I assumed he would. Instead, he went as far as the bare kitchen table where he sat me on top of it. I started to shake my head and tell him that he was out of his mind. I had good reason to be ticked at him right now. Besides, this was where I ate dinner.
    As if he knew my protest was coming, he continued to kiss me hungrily, like he simply couldn't get enough. The last of my pathetic attempt at resistance vanished when he wasted no time in ridding me of my clothing. Without a care, he tossed each item I wore as he removed it.
    My mind kept trying to form words, to say something, anything, after the last thing he'd said to me. Nothing sensible would come when he cupped my breasts and nipped his way down my neck. Drawing one of my nipples into his mouth, he sucked hard on it until it stood firm. I couldn't hold back the moan I'd been trying to deny. Like I knew it would, the sound fed his ego, and he moved to my other breast where he bit at it aggressively.
    A low growl came from him when he stepped back and peeled his shirt off. His eyes never left me, and I felt the weight of them as he savored the sight of me sitting naked on the edge of the table.
    Those crazy wolf eyes looked all wrong on Arys. They were my eyes. My eyes often turned his peculiar vampire blue when his power was riding me hard, but the reverse seemed much more unnatural. He wore this startling expression, one that made me feel hunted. I shifted nervously, my pulse racing when he shed his blue jeans.
    Everything about this scenario was very controlled, yet I held none of the strings being pulled. This was about Arys enforcing his will on me through a physical act, yet knowing that, I still tensed with anticipation when he nudged my legs apart so he could stand between them.
    His hand slid through my hair to stroke the back of my neck. Even though our groins matched up, he was taller than I was, and I had to tilt my head back to look up at him. I reached out to run my hands down his stomach, and he surprised me by jerking my head roughly to the side. Baring