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“Pink rope?”
“Hey, you’re tied up, aren’t you?” Her lips pursed to the side of her mouth, and for a wild moment, I imagined myself kissing them. Insane. Now I knew I’d hit my head hard because my dating history included crazy girls, and the last thing I wanted was another one.
“You can untie me now, but this isn’t my idea of rough play. If bondage is involved, I do the tying up.”
She shook her head. “What are you doing in Susi?”
“Well, a storm hit, then I saw the dying fox, and your house was the closest shelter.” I fidgeted against my restraints, searching for leverage. When I bent my knees, the ribbon slackened as did the ties around my wrists and ankles. As a general rule, I hid my emotions whenever I’d gained an upper hand against my enemy. That was my poker face. But in that moment, the craziness of pink rope and how badly I’d been tied up left me smirking.
She glanced down at my hands, and I straightened my legs, not revealing my discovery.
When she met my eyes, I wriggled my hands free. I’d have to teach this wulfkin how to tie people with no chance of them escaping. If she didn’t cut me first.
“Liar.” Her voice spiked. “You just happen to arrive in town and arrive on my doorstep? I know who you are, but I haven’t worked out the fox angle yet.”
A chuckle burst free, slow at first, then rolling deep from my chest. “I doubt you know me.”
“Stop laughing at me.” The blade bit into my neck, the cold tip sending a trail of goose bumps on my arms. This chick meant business.
“You’ve had your fun. Now, either put that knife away, or I’ll have you under me before your next exhale.”
“Ha ha.” Her eyes rolled as if my threat weren’t serious.
Free from the restraints, I snatched the hand brandishing the knife, and forced it away from my face. I tightened my grip. “Drop it.”
She gasped, her mouth twisting in pain. The blade fell from her grip, landing somewhere behind the couch.
Good. At least she listened.
In a swift move, I swung my legs over the side and pulled myself up. Before she had a chance to think, I grabbed her hips, pulling her close. Inches apart, her frightened gaze widened, but my wolf lapped up every second. Her cherry lips parted, calling me, tempting me for a taste. Bad timing, boy.
With a frown capturing her expression, she thrust her palms into my chest and recoiled.
“Who are you?” I asked, still holding her tight against me, which wasn’t helping my inner wolf stay at bay.
When she tried to back up, she tripped over something behind her—my boots— and tumbled sideways onto the couch, drawing me with her. I lurched forward from the momentum. One hand perched on the back of the couch, the other against a cushion alongside her shoulder. My body pressed on top of her, and she was deliciously sweet. I sniffed her perspiration, a sugary fragrance, and blood. But beneath lay her flesh—raw— akin to her delicious wolf scent. And my wolf roared to attention, inhaling her.
An angry huff of air escaped her lips. “Get off me.”
“Told you I’d have you beneath me. Anyway, your wolf doesn’t seem to mind.” I sensed it surging through her veins, swelling with excitement, and mine responded with the same fervor.