She barely restrained the urge to hit him. Guards would put a damper on her escape plans, but she’d outrun the great Alpha for several days, she was certain she could get by a few measly guards.

“Fine,” she said with a sugary smile, “but I’m still not sleeping in that bed with you.” For the first time since she met him, she watched him clench his jaw side to side. As soon as he did it he stopped and once again was relaxed. His bright eyes landed on her, rooting her in place.

Softly he said, “You will sleep in that bed with me.” Chills broke out over her arms. She heard the underlying threat in his words. Just what would he do? If he thought he could challenge her and win, he was wrong. She was born to win.

“I’m taking the couch.” She turned but didn’t even have time to take a step when suddenly he was in front of her. He tackled her legs and lifted her into a fireman’s hold. Willow sputtered as she struggled against his firm hold.

“The bed, with me, every night.” He threw her on the bed and tossed a leg over her waist to hold her down. She wheezed in air. Dammit, it was like having a tree fall on her. He picked up the corner of the comforter and tore it into long, thick pieces.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Tying you up.” She let out a fierce growl and struggled hard beneath his leg. He didn’t move an inch. She moved to slap him but he caught each of her wrists and began tying them together.

Suddenly she froze. He did too at that exact moment. Their eyes met as they both remembered. Her breath quickened and she felt a blush warming her cheeks.

She turned her face away from him and closed her eyes in shame. She was weak around him. How was it she couldn’t even control something as simple as her body’s reaction? She walked when she wanted to walk; she yelled when she wanted that. But she couldn’t keep her body’s reaction under control as she remembered the way he’d taken her in that club.

Hot liquid pooled deep within her. She clamped her thighs together to keep it at bay. He bent down over her and she was nearly shaking with anticipation. How much she actually wanted his touch scared her more than any demon could.

His teeth latched onto her neck and the moan she let out couldn’t be stopped. Need grabbed hold of her with hard, unrelenting hands.

“Willow.” His voice was liquid smoke, husky and thrilling. She shivered at his breath blowing against her. Then his leg lifted off her.

He picked her up and tossed her further up on the bed, her head bounced off the pillow like a ragdoll. He knelt on the bed and crawled towards her. Some semblance of reality came through.

“Don’t,” she begged. He stopped moving but his eyes didn’t. They trailed over her breasts, stomach, and thighs as if he was picturing everything underneath.

Coming to a stand, he started pulling off his clothes. Willow tensed, tried to look away, but couldn’t. She’d denied herself the pleasure of this in the Russian hotel and her eyes wouldn’t miss it now.

His shoulders and chest were sculpted with lean, hard muscles. His chest was covered in a dusky layer of light brown hair. When he dropped his pants, Willow twisted on the bed.

He was long and thick and pointed up. He finished taking off his clothes and merely stood, watching her with dark, intense eyes. When his hand fisted his cock, she gasped. Watching her all the while, he dragged his hand up and down his cock. Her body tightened as if he was touching her; as if her body was preparing herself for that cock.

He came around to the other side of the bed, his hand still pumping up and down. He reached her side and she couldn’t take her eyes off him.

“Do you remember all the things I promised to do to you once I got you here?” Willow shook her head, trying to draw herself back to reality. All she could think about though was what he’d promised to do to her.

“Yes,” she answered her voice tight.

His other hand reached down and cupped the heavy sac between his legs, rolling, and squeezing the flesh. Willow panted; her nipples tightening into points so hard they hurt. She watched him, entranced, as he squeezed his cock hard and dragged his hand up and down, slowly. The skin bunched and pulled until a white drop formed at the slit tip of him.

“I’m going to do all of that, Willow,” he said darkly. “I’m going to feed you my cock and fill your mouth. I’ll have you on your knees before me, pleasuring me like a good wife does. I’ll have you with your ass raised to me so I can feel your luscious ass as I take you.”

“No,” she whispered raggedly as a flood of hot cream dampened her panties. Her core throbbed, her slick channel weeping at its emptiness. She clamped her thighs together to keep him from scenting her arousal, from knowing what he was doing to her.

 “I don’t want you.”

His hands dropped to his sides, then he was looming over her—a feral animal about to pounce. Willow shrank against the bed, but his hands moved and gripped the top of her shirt.

“What are you—?”

Riiip.

The shirt fell off her body. Willow sputtered. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He gripped her athletic bra next and tore that.

Her breasts met cold air a moment before his mouth latched onto a hard, achy nipple. She melted like warm butter. Her breasts were so sensitive, so ready to be touched. He wet her nipple, flicked it ruthlessly, before drawing her breast into his mouth. Her breasts were tight, nipples so hard that the touch bordered on sweet pain.

“Ah!”

Her tied wrists came across his back, fingers scratching at him. A soft growl caught her ears and she realized he was growling against her. This was madness, dammit. This wasn’t what she wanted.

“Stop,” she panted. “Stop.”

Her stomach quivered as a big hot hand rested against her. Slowly it traveled down her naked skin to the band of her pants. Even as he gripped the material with both hands, her nipple deep in the hot cavern of his mouth, he tore them off.

Her panties and socks were all that were left. His eyes ran hot and wild over her every inch of her skin. He didn’t miss the blush at her chest or the goose bumps across her arms. Willow wanted to fight this, but she’d never felt anything like this. Nothing close to the intense pleasure he could give her with the simplest of touches. Her body treated each touch, each lick like a drug that it wanted more and more of.

He reached down and tugged one sock off then the other. He kissed the top of one foot before reaching for her waist.

Willow had one last try at sanity. “Wait, no. Please.” God, she was begging now. She also didn’t want to lose her panties because then he would know for sure how much his touch effected her—how wet she was for him.

With a harsh growl, he tore away from her. He came up besides her, standing over her. “I told you what I would have of you once you came back with me. I warned you. I will give you a choice.”

His fisted his cock once again; the tip even wetter than before, the color darker along his shaft. He stroked over the head, dragging his skin up and over it. Willow watched, entranced.

“You can either get down on your knees right now and suck me, spread your sweet thighs right now for me, or turn around and lift your ass for me. Choose.”

Willow’s heart raced frantically, her eyes fell all across the room as she fought to think and choose.

“Time’s up,” he said. Willow gasped as suddenly he was pulling her off the bed, pushing her onto her knees before him. Her tied hands fell into her bare lap and that simple touch made her realize just how close she was to her slick core. How close she was to coming. It was harder than it should have been to resist touching herself.

He grasped her jaw as he stood before her. His thumbs exerted pressure on her chin until her lips parted. He made a satisfied, male sound and then his cock was at her lips. She watched him, saw the raw hunger etched in the lines of his face, felt it in the strength of his hands. She swallowed hard and knew...she wanted this.