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  Jesus, what the hell was the matter with her? Was this like the world’s fastest example of Stockholm syndrome or had she lost her ever-loving mind?

  “But I’m not alone, am I?” he whispered and his lips brushed against the shell of her ear derailing her thoughts. "You should see the way you stare at me. The way your eyes flash. You’re angry. I get it. But you want me. And you’re lying to yourself if you think you don’t."

  She closed her eyes, trying to summon the anger back again. To channel the rage and helplessness. To focus on something, anything, but the deep, melodious thrum of his words.

  His fingers slid lower, down the curve of her belly, tripping over one hip and then teasing the top of her thigh with tantalizing strokes.

  "Don't pretend that you don’t want to know what it would feel like to have me inside you."

  He punctuated his words by dipping his head low to nip at her bottom lip. "This isn’t a game you can win, Willa. Put your clothes back on."

  She knew he was right. The tide had turned. The battle was lost. Hell, maybe it was lost before it had even begun.

  But before she could stop it, a reply was spilling from her mouth.

  "No."

  With that word, the leash he’d held so tightly over his need snapped, and he growled her name, diving lower to scrape his teeth against her neck. She gasped but didn’t pull away as he continued downward, like a man possessed.

  Her breasts were glorious. Heavy and tipped with hard, raspberry nipples, and he couldn’t wait to taste them. He drew one into his mouth, laving it with his tongue before sucking, hard.

  Her back bowed and she let out a low, keening moan that made the blood drain from his head straight to his already aching cock.

  God, he wanted her, and thank the heavens, she wanted him too. It wasn’t everything, but it was a start.

  He slipped his free hand between them, to curl between her thighs. The heat of her pussy branded him and he groaned. She was perfect there. Plump and sweet and oh so wet.

  He parted her folds and stroked the hidden bundle of nerves there, eliciting a startled hiss and a groan from her. He barely managed to hold back a bellow of satisfaction when she plunged her hands into his hair to anchor him to her breasts.

  Yes.

  He closed his teeth over her nipple and fell into a rhythm between her thighs. Every second he wasn't buried inside her, he went slightly more insane, and he feared that, by the time they got to the main event, he would be truly unleashed.

  As he fought for control, he realized dimly that he was already holding onto her tight enough to have bruised a lesser woman. Another welcome reminder that Willa Stone was true to her name.

  Unbreakable.

  But then, she wasn’t unmovable, was she?

  He released her nipple with a pop. “Willa?”

  “Mmm…”

  “I need a yes. With words this time.”

  “Yes.” Her whisper came back stronger and faster than he’d expected and relief flooded through him.

  He unbelted his robe and took his aching cock in hand, groaning at the much-needed pressure. Stepping forward, he crowded her backward, until she was pressed against the unyielding stone wall. Then, he lifted her effortlessly until her thighs gripped his hips, and the ripe, ready head of his thick cock jutted against her tight entrance.

  He gritted his teeth, teasing her opening, and then circled her clit again, enthralled as her breasts heaved. She gasped, trying to impale herself onto his throbbing shaft.

  Tiny moans escaped her lips, each one louder than the last.

  “Please, Drake, please.”

  If he’d had any more self-control, he would have waited. Made her beg for it. But that was for other nights--and there would be other nights.

  For now?

  He drew back, and slipped his fingers between them again, preparing to ready her for his girth. One finger, then two…shallow, and then deeper until--

  He froze as shock nearly brought him to his knees. There was something between them. A barrier that resisted his entry and blew his fucking mind.

  His wife…his little wolf, was a virgin.

  He couldn’t hold back the roar of male satisfaction that built in his chest. She was twenty-five and in a pack of red-blooded males. Surely, by now, nature would have run its course.

  But the proof was at his fingertips.

  His cock bucked wildly, and his blood went hot. He didn’t want her any less. In fact, the need to possess had only grown more urgent as his dragon instinct to have, to keep, rose inside him. But now, he would need to adjust his course. He wouldn’t take her virginity this way.

  His dragon roared again as it realized there would be no relief for him this night.

  His little wolf, however, would not be forsaken.

  Willa had finally opened her fevered eyes and locked gazes with him. Her catchy breaths reverberated through the room.

  “Drake?”

  He didn’t respond. He just lowered her gently to the ground. She protested, shaking her head furiously, but before she could speak, his fingers went back to work, slipping between her folds, working her clit, stoking the fire within her.

  As much as he wanted to stare at her body, the way her breasts bounced as she rode his hand or the way her juices glistened on his fingers as he stroked her, he couldn’t seem to tear his gaze from her face.

  Her hair flew in every direction, drop-dead sexy and irritating as fuck. He just wanted to see her. To watch her pupils dilate, those pouty lips forming an “O” as he pushed her closer and closer to orgasm.

  “Do you want to come, little wolf?” he growled, then bit her bottom lip and sucked.

  Her answer came in the form of a breathy scream and the scrape of ten fingernails down his back.

  Goddamn.

  How could she make him even harder than he already was? He was one touch, one breath, one stroke from coming, and that wouldn’t do at all.

  He dipped his fingers in, testing her resistance.

  “Yes. Drake, please,” she panted. “Inside me.”

  He shook his head slowly, barely able to scrape the words out. “When you’ve accepted me as your mate, I will give you my seed.” He breathed deep as her pussy clenched his fingertips. “But for now…”

  He took her mouth with his own and thrust his fingers deep, past the thin layer of resistance, to the heart of her. She stiffened, but held firm, waiting for her body to grow accustomed to the invasion.

  It didn’t take long. She fluttered her hips against him, slowly at first, and then faster as she sucked on his tongue.

  He was gentle to start, and then his thrust built until he was fucking her with his fingers in earnest. Using the pads of his fingers, he pressed on that spot that lay deep inside her. He knew the second he found it as she let out a wail.

  The room seemed to dip and sway and the blood rushed to his ears as he pushed her toward climax, curling his fingers inside her, flexing and pressing, even as the heel of his palm ground against her sensitive clit.

  He worked her greedily, mercilessly, until he lost all sense of time and place. And when she finally splintered into a million tiny pieces, her cries filling the house, all was right with the world.

  He might still be swollen and aching, but it was his name that echoed through every hallway as she rained down on his fingers.

  “Drake!”

  Chapter Seven

  The shame and regret had come all at once, and even now, twenty minutes later, she could feel the flames in her cheeks. She’d begged him--her captor--to take her virginity.

  It was unconscionable.

  Drake stood on the other side of his bedroom, seemingly oblivious to her anguish as he rifled through his drawers for a t-shirt.

  She barely managed a sigh of relief when he found one and yanked it over his head to join the pair of gym pants hanging low around his lean hips. It was bad enough that she had to look at him at all after what had just happened.

  Seei
ng him half-naked and still wanting him? Made it a thousand times worse.

  "Look, how about I just take a couple of these pillows and I'll sleep in the bath tub. What do you say about that? Anyone who wants to get to me will have to come through you first."

  She even managed to force a smile on the end of it, but it didn’t do any good.

  "Nice try, but no," he said flatly, folding his arms over his chest.

  Her legs still trembled from his lovemaking, and she was sure she looked freshly had. She was desperate for some time alone to get her shit together, but it seemed like she wouldn’t even get that.

  She shifted from foot to foot and chewed on her bottom lip, desperately trying to come up with another solution. Before she could, though, he shot her down again.

  "Don’t waste your breath. This is non-negotiable, little wolf."

  She'd already felt the suppressed strength in him. Already knew that he could make her if he wanted to. It was pointless to draw it out any longer.

  She strode across the room and climbed into the bed, huddling as close to the edge as possible. There was no way she would get any sleep, but she would do just about anything to get a break from that probing, relentless gaze.

  For a minute, the room was quiet, and she wondered if he’d left without her hearing. But then, footfalls sounded as he approached the other side of the bed.

  The blankets rustled and he climbed in.

  “I know this is hard on you, Willa, and for that I’m sorry. I wish there was another way…” He let those cryptic words hang in the air and then turned to face the opposite wall with a sigh. “Good night.”

  The next hour crawled by, as she knew he was awake, and he clearly knew that she knew he was awake. But as black night softened to purple dawn, his breathing finally began to slow and she let out a long breath, letting herself relax as well.

  He wouldn’t hurt her. Not physically, at least. She knew that now, and while it was a relief in some ways, in other ways it didn’t matter at all. She was still in grave danger. She didn’t know how she knew it, but she did. There were some wounds that were far more painful than the physical ones, and they loomed on the horizon like specters in the night.

  She had to get out of there, and she had to do it fast.

  There was one last, Hail Mary option open to her, but god, it would kill her to use it. He’d already tossed her aside, and who knew if he would even want to get involved in a battle against a dragon. But if ever she needed a friend, it was now.

  Pushing aside her humiliation, she closed her eyes and pressed outward, sending tendrils of thought to her packmates…to Grey.

  She focused on that last bit of warmth inside her. The part that felt like family and home.

  For what seemed like an eternity, nothing happened.

  Until something did.

  There was an almost audible pop, and then, even the faint sense of connection was gone. Completely gone.

  No.

  Despair welled up inside her like a storm. Frantic, she tried again to connect, to no avail.

  No, no, no…

  Hot tears streamed from her eyes and she buried her face in the pillow. She was trapped in a stone keep with a stranger who clearly wanted her, but didn’t know, or love her.

  A stranger who had awoken passions inside her that both shamed and terrified her.

  A stranger she would never have the freedom to choose, even if she wanted to, because he’d been chosen for her.

  And now, for the first time in her life, she was completely alone inside her head. It felt like someone had torn her very heart out.

  The story continues in part two…

  Coercion Part Two

  Willa Stone is stuck on a mountain with the dragon-shifter she was forced to wed, and she can't wait to escape. At least, that's how things start out, but day by day, Drake Blackbourne is breaking down her defenses. If she stays, she risks losing herself to him forever, but if she goes, will she be able to reconnect to the wolf-pack who betrayed her?

  Chapter Eight

  It was the scent that hit him first.

  Warm and spicy, welcoming and sweet. His cock went as hard as a tire iron as he breathed in and let her fill his senses.

  Willa.

  She murmured softly in her sleep and shimmied closer to him, wriggling her plump ass against his erection with a contented sigh.

  Jesus, give me strength.

  It had been like this all night long.

  For hours on end.

  For the past three days.

  He hadn’t managed to string together thirty minutes of straight sleep. If the last time he’d touched her hadn’t ended the way it did, he might have almost thought it was intentional. But there was no way she would risk trying to torment him with her sexuality a second time. Not when her last attempt had nearly resulted in the loss of her virginity against the wall of his great room.

  The memory of it assaulted him yet again. The way she felt, wet and hot, clutching at his fingers, making those catchy little sounds in the back of her throat as he took her higher.

  He gritted his teeth and edged away as carefully as possible, but she wasn't having it. Like a homing pigeon, she found him, wriggling until her back was again plastered against his front.

  "Fuck all," he growled under his breath, resisting the urge to dip his head a little closer until his face was buried in her hair.

  It was ridiculous.

  All of it.

  He hadn’t even been inside her yet and he was salivating for more, wrapped up in her, aching for another taste. They'd spent only a couple of hours together before he'd started making ridiculous promises to her that were so far beneath the dignity of a dragon, it pissed him off just thinking about it.

  Promising not to touch her, indeed.

  What kind of masochist would say something like that, knowing she would need to be in his bed if he had any shot of protecting her from other dragons?

  But he’d said it, and there was no taking it back.

  Now, though, with her grinding against him like she knew he had exactly what she needed, he was regretting those words.

  "Mmm," Willa murmured, flexing against him again until his cock was nestled between the cheeks of her ass.

  Only the thin layer of his gym pants and her boxer shorts separated them, and the molten heat between them made it feel like nothing at all. In fact, if she just slid her leg forward a bit, and popped that ass out a little more, he could probably release his cock from its confines and slide deep into that warm, wet heat. He'd spent the entire night awake and stiff just thinking about it.

  He pushed the thought out of his head and fisted his hand at his side. The only good news, as far as he could see it, was that it could hardly get any worse.

  As if she'd heard his thoughts, she muttered softly and then flipped onto her back, slinging one leg over his. In the dim morning light, he had a perfect view of her spectacular breasts. Hard nipples pressed against the grey cotton t-shirt he’d loaned her, and he bit back a curse.

  He hated to disturb her. She'd had a rough couple of nights. He’d heard her crying softly in the wee hours when she thought he was asleep, and it made his gut clench. Waking her now when she was finally resting so soundly seemed heartless, but this this was sheer torture. He needed to escape before he found himself tempted to take advantage of what she was sweetly—but unintentionally—offering.

  "Willa?" he whispered, sliding his arm out from beneath her head.

  She stirred, and her nose twitched before she went still again. He gently grasped her knee and slid her leg off him, but before he could release her, she covered his fingers with her own.

  She made another appreciative humming sound in the back of her throat and dragged his hand upward. Past the silken skin of her thigh, over the swell of one hip and straight under that t-shirt to cup one, heavy breast.

  He sucked in a breath through his nose and blew it out as his hand twitched. Surely, this was an invitation. Sur
ely, she had to be awake by now. Could she possibly be this sound of a sleeper?

  He was still wrestling with his conscience when her hand released his to snake between them and close over his distended cock.

  “Jesus,” he grunted.

  He was so thick with need, so impossibly hard, that her fingers didn't touch one another as she circled him. Then she began to move her hand up and down. The motion was lazy, slow and so inconsistent, it offered no relief. Only more torture as he arched his hips.

  She shifted toward him, mumbling something incoherent.

  Still asleep. Stone cold, dead asleep.

  He lay there, entire body tense with need, as he struggled for self-control. "Willa," he repeated, this time more firmly.

  She tightened her grip on his cock in response, palming the swollen head the way a car lover would the stick shift of a Mustang.

  "Willa," he bit out again as the blood rushed in his ears. He gripped her wrist and, calling on every ounce of self-discipline he had, stilled her hand. "It's time to get up.”

  She sat bolt upright, gaze flickering around the room wildly.

  "What the--?"

  Her hair was a tangle down her back, her eyes soft and sleepy, her cheeks a pretty pink. Until she saw him laying there next to her. Then, she let out a shocked gasp.

  "Wh-what are you doing?"

  He squeezed his eyes closed and said a silent prayer for patience. "I'm trying to keep you from molesting me in your sleep."

  He saw the fire in her eyes, but right as she opened her mouth to protest, she realized her hand was still planted firmly on his dick.

  She let out a squeak and jerked away. "I was having a dream. I didn't realize..."

  "What in god's name were you dreaming about, milking a bull?"

  Her pink cheeks flamed fire engine red and, in spite of the excruciating case of blue balls he was struggling with, a tiny smile quirked at his lips.

  "Or were you dreaming about milking me, little wolf?"

  She shot to her feet like she'd been snake-bit and glared down at him.