Look away.

“A friend of yours?” a deep voice asked. Willow jerked around and practically snarled.

“Are you creeping on me now or what? Why don’t you do us both a favor and go home?”

He smiled but it looked forced. “I can’t do that. You know that, Willow. You left me.”

He sounded surprised. Willow crossed her arms at him and gave him her best glare.

“Yeah? At least I left a note. Consider that a great token of my esteem.” This time his mouth curled with a laugh. He reached into his pocket and took out the piece of paper she’d written on.

“Ah, yes. ‘You can’t best the champ, pup.’ I got a good laugh out of that one. Just another thing I like about you, Willow.” Willow’s heart fluttered and she ignored.

“Listen, this little reunion’s been great, but I have to go now. I’m warning you, if you don’t leave me alone I’ll get you into big trouble.”

He tossed back his head and laughed. “You over-estimate yourself, Willow. Besides, I smell your heat.” His voice grew deeper. “It’s intoxicating. I didn’t have you last time. I like the idea of you growing accustomed to my touch.” He stalked towards her, backing her into the wall of a butcher’s shop.

People walked by chatting, cars drove by, yet Willow felt like it was just the two of them alone in the world. His elbows caged her in, his hips gently trapping hers.

“Next time I’m taking you, Willow. There will be no denying me. You need it as much as I need to be inside you.” Willow shivered and his lips found the sensitive spot under her ear. “I know you want it. You want to know what it feels like to have my cock dragging through your tight flesh. And tight you are. I’ve felt the way you grip my fingers. I’m ready to feel that sweetness around my cock. I’ve earned it.”

“No,” Willow panted, her heart thundering, her body growing hot and languid. How did he manage to do this to her? With just words.

“Yes. I’ll take my prize for catching you right now, Willow. Your choice,” he breathed heavily. “We can start this right on this open street with all these people to see you or you can let me take you somewhere more private. Decide.”

His hand reached behind her, squeezed her bottom and releasing another flood of heat inside her. It was hard to think over the nips and kisses he was pressing along her shoulder, pushing her shirt out of the way so he could taste her.

“I can’t. I can’t.” Her hands latched onto his back, holding him close. His breath

shuddered against her neck and then he picked her up and was carrying her. Willow looked around as he took her between the buildings.

“Yes, you can and we are.” He carried her into a small fenced-in garden behind the

buildings.

“People will see,” she hissed, struggling to get out of his arms. He held her tighter and laid her on the ground, quickly lying on top of her before she could move.

“No they won’t. Not if we’re quick.” His mouth pressed against hers as his hands molded her breasts. One quickly reached down her stomach, past her shorts and touched her sex. He growled approvingly. “As I thought. Drenched and ready for me.” Willow couldn’t form words as fingers swirled her bud, tightening her body into a mass of pleasure. His fingers dipped down to curve inside of her. Willow bit her lip to keep from moaning but couldn’t stop the blush that burned her cheeks. She shouldn’t be this turned on. Shouldn’t be this hot for him with so little effort. It was embarrassing and, what was worse, as he thrust two fingers in and out of her, she didn’t even care. The dazed fog he always seemed to create came over her until her hands were clawing at his shoulders.

She had only a fleeting thought—not again—as a hot burst exploded inside her with the movement of his fingers. She moaned wildly and her body shook from the power of the orgasm he gave her.

“Your body cries for me, Willow,” he growled.

The waves were still pulsing, hadn’t yet settled, when her shorts and panties were pushed down roughly. A part of her knew he’d given her enough time to protest, to say something, but she didn’t. Her eyes slid shut on a sigh.

Then something harder, hotter, wider pressed at her opening. She barely had time to open her eyes before his cock was seated full and deep inside her. She moaned, flailing at the splitting sensations. Her hips bucked either to remove him or to keep him in, she didn’t know anymore.

His hands pulled hers off his shoulders and pressed them into the ground, holding her captive.

She fought against the hand holding her but it was useless. He didn’t budge an inch. He stayed deep inside of her, unmoving, and then his mouth slammed down to hers, his ragged breathing mingling with hers.

The burning mixture of need, anger, and lust inside her snapped, had her biting at his lips, sucking his tongue into her mouth, and kissing him every bit as hard as he was. He groaned into her and the sound was like a lover pinching her hard nipples. Amazing.

He pumped his hips. Hard and fast, dragging through her soaked, needy flesh with vigor.

All thoughts but of release left her mind. She arched into him, opened her legs wider, and accepted his whipping hips.

Their mouths ate at each other, hips fought each other, and then she was spinning so high.

Her vision faded, all she felt was the rippling, pulsing heat that slammed through her. He kept filling her with that hard shaft of his, pushing her higher and higher.

He groaned above her like his heart was being ripped out, and then he slammed in hard, thrusting as hot, jetting streams of come doused inside her, burning hot and thick against her walls. It shouldn’t feel good. It wasn’t supposed to, but she loved it. They both ground against each other, trying to prolong the contact as long as possible.

Willow’s body calmed. For the first time since her birthday, she finally felt deep

relaxation. A part of her wanted him to get hard again and do it to her all over again, and that scared her more than anything. He pulled away and they both righted their clothing. The burning on her face was even hotter now. How did he manage to lower her defenses so easily?

Well, she wouldn’t have it again. She tightened her body and steeled herself. Obviously refusing this man wasn’t going to be easy. She closed her eyes and schooled herself.

“We will have a wonderful life together, my Willow.”

Willow snorted. “Yeah, right. There will be no ‘we’. Ever.” He frowned at her and the stark determination in his eyes almost frightened her. It was almost easy to forget he wasn’t some normal man. He was a dominating Alpha and when he set his mind on something, he got it.

Too bad she was the same way, and she didn’t want him. She won’t be some man’s doormat.

“Well this has all been great, but I’m leaving now.”

“I don’t think so. You’ll come back with me to America now. I need to get back to my pack.”

Willow stood and thought quickly. “Yeah, you do need to get back. I’m sure they’re lost without their great leader.”

As he moved to stand, Willow grabbed his head in her hands and slammed her knee into his face. She heard the crunch of bone and winced. Surprisingly, guilt flared up and she wanted to apologize, but she couldn’t. Not when he was trying to take her away from her life of freedom.

Before he could move, she ran hard and fast.

Hours after she boarded another train, guilt still ate at her.

“It’s not like he won’t heal quickly,” she argued. The person in the seat across from her gave her a peculiar look so she turned away from them to look out at the moving scenery in the window. Okay, at best she broke his nose. It’s not like he didn’t deserve it. He had sex with her!

Dammit. She rested her forehead against the cold glass of the window. She did feel bad.