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fine, just as I was last
evening."
    He nodded and removed the multiple locks from the door
before pushing it open. Nayla stepped inside her room and immediately recognized
the new musky aroma mixed in with the usual mild lavender scent. Something wild
and alluring. Something a lot like Mace.
    She closed the door behind her and let her eyes adjust to
the dim room. To the left, a lit oil lamp sat on her bedside table. Her bed was
empty, sheets rumpled. Where was he? Wouldn't her guards have chained him to
the bed?
    Her heart sped as she took in the rest of the room, only to
feel him, too late, come up behind her and cup his hand over her mouth. His
other arm held her close to his hard body, forcing her to drop the tray of
food.
    She gasped and tried to wriggle from his grasp, but his grip
was unyielding.
    "My Queen," the guard yelled through the door. "Are you all
right?"
    "Tell them you're fine and I won't hurt you," Mace whispered
roughly in her ear and slowly lifted his hand from her mouth.
    Nayla swallowed any rising fear, hoping the Were would be as
reasonable as he'd been the night before. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you. I, uh,
merely tripped."
    "Are you sure, my Queen? Would you like any assistance?"
    "No! No, everything is fine. I have everything under
control." She hoped. She waited for the guard to say more but heard nothing but
silence.
    "Very good, Nayla." Mace slid his searing hand down her neck
and rested it on her shoulder. "Now, I don't have to hurt you," he took her
earlobe into his hot mouth and gently pulled it between his teeth, "much."
    A shiver rolled down her spine, but she ignored his attempt
to rattle her--and the growing need to feel his mouth on other parts of her body.
"I brought you some food. You must be hungry."
    "I told your guards I'm not eating until my pack is cared
for. Didn't they pass the word or are they as obtuse as their Queen?"
    "I beg your pardon?" She jerked away from him and realized
he'd let her go too easily. What was his game?
    He stood before her naked with a roguish grin on his face.
She'd almost forgotten how stunning he was. Almost. Her heart thumped and her
temperature rose a few degrees as she searched his lean, muscled body for any
type of restraint. But there were none.
    "What? Are you feeling shy all of a sudden?" He gripped his
beautiful cock. "Did you forget how this felt inside you?"
    "That's not an appropriate way to speak to me." Her voice
squeaked when she spoke and perspiration dampened her skin. Yes, she remembered
exactly how he'd felt inside her. And she wanted it again.
    "No? I'm simply beginning from where we left off last
night." He took a step closer. "No 'fuck me, Mace' tonight? No 'have my body as
you wish'?"
    "That was in the throes of passion." She stepped back.
    "Be honest, Nayla. You want me chained. That's what heats
your blood, isn't it? A WereSlave to fulfill your perverted desires." His smile
broadened.
    "I'm not a pervert. Many Queens before me have chosen a Were
as a lover for...for our needs. It's very common."
    In a fluid motion, he closed the distance between them and
lifted his hands to cup her face. "What if I don't wish to be chosen as your
sex slave?" Frowning now, his gaze lingered on her lips. "What if I choose to
kidnap you? What if I tied you up and used your body whenever I had needs?
Would that make me an animal?"
    Finally, his somber eyes met hers. She wasn't sure what to
think. He seemed so human, yet everything she'd ever learned about werewolves
had told her they were animals.
    And what they'd done to her parents--and to her.
    She shook her head as resentment rose back to the surface,
but thought she'd better not argue. Not when he was unchained. How much would
it take for him to snap and kill her? She needed to soothe him. "I, uh, I
ordered my guards to feed and clean the members of your pack." She gestured
toward the mess on the floor. "That's why I brought you food."
    "How thoughtful of you." He dropped his hands from her face
and