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around to see him change. And the secret I ve been keeping from
you, affects you.
W. . . what are you t. . . talking about?
I m not as I seem. Before his last word, his muscles knotted
and twisted, forming his underlying structure. His nerves
stretched from the coil of sinew reshaping. It hurt to fight the
transformation.
J.R.? Randi whispered, her eyes widening in astonishment.
I ll not hurt you. His fingers stretched further around her
upper arms. The tips of this thickening nails turning into claws,
dented her skin.
A horror-stricken look warped her features.
I will never hurt you.
Let go. She pulled back, fighting his grip, panic evident by her
low whines.
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I already mated you. He jerked her forward. I can t ever let
you go.
Not as horribly ugly and deformed as the Lycan of legend, his
form was still a huge adjustment for a human. Only he couldn t
give her time. Dragging her to his expanding torso, he slid his
hands to her back and practically crushed her to his shifting
frame. He sniffed at her neck and under her hair a Lycan practice
of preparing his female for his mount.
She struggled. Females usually did. . . at first.
He ignored the way she squirmed to break free. He raked his
fingers against the shroud of cloth covering her body and ripped it
from collar to sleeve. With a bite to her bare shoulder that Lycans
used to persuade females to submit, he forgot about her delicate
difference. His sharp teeth cut her skin. Her scream broke the
spell of his overwhelming lust.
Follicles of coarse hair receded into his skin. His structure
shrank back. Appalled by his lack of gentleness, he hugged her to
his naked human body. He ignored her shrieks and her thrashing
to get free.
You ll get used to me, he whispered, remembering how
Maddie had, once the initial shock was over.
Randi had to accept him. He was bound to her for life. The
thought of her repelled by him was excruciating. If she tried to
leave him, the consequences would be dire.
He kept one arm banded around her, locking her arms at her
sides and her body against his. Just relax. You re safe.
Safe. She snorted her disbelief. You re You You changed
into a monster.
Her resistance to his hold decreased, so he loosened his hold.
She brought her arms up between them and pushed her hands
against his chest.
I can see how you d think that. But I assure you, I m not a
monster. He retained his hold on her.
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She turned her head and gazed at her shoulder. You bit me.
An accident.
No one unintentionally bites someone, she hissed with anger.
I can explain. He put a hand to the side of her face.
She cringed.
I m not going to hurt you. He pulled her head forward and
kissed her temple.
She jerked her head back. A bit too late for me to believe that.
Her bravado lacked conviction as tears slid down her cheeks.
He wiped them away, upset he d made her cry.
I ve wanted to explain from the very beginning. Let me now.
First, let me go. Her clenched fists opened so her fingers
spread out on his chest. The warm tips stirred over his skin. Her
unconscious stroking suggested she was becoming aroused. Once
again, unaware, her body hungered for the sedating hormones in
his semen.
If you promise not to run, he said, concerned for her safety.
Between her heat cycle giving off a scent to attract a male and
her body requiring the tranquilizing effects of sex with a Lycan,
her fighting the whole process meant danger for her.
Trust me, Randi. You have nothing to fear from me. He slowly
lowered his arms.
When she didn t move back, he did. He knelt on one knee, cast
his gaze downward, and bowed his head in surrender to his mate.
Female Lycans appreciated the gesture the way human women
valued respect. Randi had come to the mountain too late in her
heat cycle, so she d missed that part of the courtship.
He felt her hand graze his hair and retreat. She wanted to touch
him, a reaction she obviously couldn t reconcile as she withdrew.
The night in the kitchen . You were . In the dark, when I
couldn t see, you were .
I m a Lycan. He lifted his head and looked up at her.
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A werewolf?
There s no such thing. He rose, noting the flicker of her gaze
drop to his semi-erect cock and back up to his eyes.
But you changed? She gulped, making the muscles ripple in
her sleek neck.
Not to kill you. He reached out, still fearing she d run.
An underlying panic showed in her stance. He needed to say
something to ease her mind, but he also needed to do it without
making her feel more threatened.
My bite won t change you into what I am. He tried taking her
hand.
Stay away from me. She jumped back.
The torn dress slipped farther down her arm. His gaze shot to
the creamy swell of flesh holding the garment up. Obviously, his
stare alerted her to what he had on his mind. She tugged the cloth
up and held it in place with her hand over her breast.
Her silence was unexpected, but better than screaming. She
shuffled backward, moving around the furniture, distancing
herself from him. Once again, the chair came between them. As if
she knew his thoughts or remembered how he d bounded over it
before, she slowly moved until the sofa was between them.
He studied the shift of her gaze. He needed to read her body
language to anticipate where she d go next. She didn t understand,
but soon she would. Nothing would get in his way of having her.
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Randi inched along the back of the sofa toward the fireplace.
Scared witless by what she saw, she tried understanding why she
was still attracted to J.R. He d changed into a freak of nature a
Neanderthal man. Yet, the memories of wild sex combined with a [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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