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?”
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