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neck. Tugging, she untied the knot of twine containing his ponytail, releasing the mass about his shoulders. Freed, the thick hairs tickled her fingers and forearms as they slid across her skin.
    A laugh bubbled in her at the sensation, but she gulped at his stern expression. Wolf leered at her with an intensity that shivered across her skin. Need was reflected within his golden gaze, along with a hard edge that called to something primal within her.
    He grabbed her wrists, pulling her exploring hands from his body. Her skin prickled with goose bumps. His fierce gaze raked over her, following every inch of her flesh, appraising and approving.
    He clasped her hips in his warm hands. Turning her, he positioned her rear towards him. She withdrew, trying to retreat far enough to rub her naked spine and rump against his warm body, but he maintained his distance. Abigail bit back a frustrated cry.
    “Since you can’t seem to do what you’re told”—he pushed her towards the bed—“I’ll have to make you.”

Chapter Four

    Bumping against the edge, Abigail lost balance and fell to the mattress face down, cushioned by the pillows and blankets. She buried her head within the bedding, the rest of her body remaining exposed and still, unsure what was coming next.
    Surrounded by the thick woollen blankets, she heard the click of Wolf’s belt buckle being unhooked. A hiss as the leather moved through the loops of his pants, releasing it from around his body. One leather end dropped to the floor with a soft thump.
    She turned her head towards the sound, rising from the comforting escape of blankets to gauge his expression. Her body quaked, her muscles tightening in preparation for an attack. Would he use the belt against her? She’d seen others beaten with such instruments on her trips to market, children by their parents, masters upon their slaves. She’d never heard of men and women engaging in such acts in their bedchambers, but there was much that Wolf had shown her that she’d never known before. If Wolf wished to use the belt upon her, would she stop him? Would she enjoy it?
    She twisted towards Wolf. His eyes blazed. The cocky smirk spread upon his lips put her at ease, though she couldn’t explain how. Whether it made sense or not, she trusted him. She’d enjoyed every touch he’d given her. He’d proven her desires were just as important as his own.
    Despite her excitement, terror hummed through her as her body arched to meet his touch, acting on its own accord. The bared cheeks of her arse clenched, preparing for his caress.
    Wolf stepped towards her. The belt hung down from his fist like a limp snake, ready and waiting for its prey. He shifted away from her naked bottom, moving towards the head of the bed where her arms lay twisted within the woollen blankets, clenched around the thick cloth. Grabbing one hand from its comforting hollow, he looped the belt around her wrist, securing it with a knot before reaching for the other.
    Icy shards ripped through her system. She fought against him, jerking her hand from him on instinct. His smile deepened with her struggles. With a strong tug, he pulled her along the cool sheets to the bedpost. Slipping her hands on either side of the round beam, he twisted the belt to encompass her wrists, tying it tight.
    “Now you’ll have no choice.” He smiled as she continued to thrash, fighting against the ties. With each sweep across the mattress the friction between her legs intensified. The slight pull on her wrists was nothing compared to the throbbing ache within her sex. The bedsheets rubbed against her already excited nipples, stomach and thighs.
    Abigail cast a glance over her shoulder at Wolf. The expression on her face must have conveyed fear as his posture suddenly changed and his face lost its aggressive edge, though his gaze remained as hard as stone.
    He reached out as if to stroke her but stilled before touching her, his hand hovering over her body. The heat from