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bindings.
    Not that she would have a problem with that, he instinctively knew.  She had let him—a complete stranger—strip her bare and do things to her that most men only dreamed of.  If he’d thought about using his tie to bind her hands at the time, she likely would have gone for it.  Of course, that would have required forethought…and with her, all thought vanished.  Instinct took over, and he found himself ruled by his penis.
    Not that it was such a bad thing.
    He would mate with her.  He would take her in front of all of them, and she would become their mistress.  No one in his pack had ever questioned his judgment before; no reason to start now.  Witch or not, she had the power to turn him inside out.  His dick hardened against his stomach in anticipation of being inside her sweet depths again.  If he could only get through the things he had to say, he could stretch her out beneath him, and fuck her until his balls exploded.
    Which sounded like a very good idea.
     
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    Russell never acknowledged the revelations of his pack.  He moved steadily toward the dais, where he turned and spun her to face the curious crowd.  Tabitha gasped, and crossed her arms over her chest when she realized that every pair of eyes in the room was focused on her.
    “Don’t,” he ordered, and the command in his voice was unmistakable.  Tabitha dropped her arms, her face flaming with embarrassment.  As her arms fell away and she straightened, a surprised murmur passed through the room.
    “My friends,” Russell boomed, and the writhing crowd fell silent.  “Tonight fortune smiles upon us!  Our pack shall yet stand strong!”  Curious murmurs filled the air.  Reaching out, he clasped Tabitha’s delicate wrists in his rough hands and tugged her forward.  “This little witch”—the crowd gave a low, growling hiss—“is the key.”
    Two beats passed in absolute silence, then a round of ecstatic cheers rose from the still-nude and intimately entwined crowd.
    Russell pulled her in front of him, her face to the crowd.  Despite the fact that she wore more clothes than any other occupant of the room, she felt very self-conscious.  A shiver of shame tangled in her gut, followed quickly by the warming of a full-body flush.  Two hundred lupine eyes twinkled at her curiously as she felt his fingers tickle up her spine.
    Hushed murmurs moved toward the back of the room, something about a mark.  Tabitha cringed…she hadn’t looked at her shoulder since Russell had come back inside.  All she knew was that the pain was nearly gone.  She had not even thought about the bite after his thorough tongue bath.  She was too busy wanting him to remember that she was supposed to be in pain.
    She swallowed a bark of nervous laughter.  A room full of hungry, aroused werewolves were staring at her breasts and at the jeweled moon that dangled in the well of her navel.  Now was not the time for inane thoughts, but still they came; bizarre notions such as whether her nipples were pointing the same way, or if she possibly had a rogue pimple on her back.
    His hands came under her elbows and spread her arms wide just when she made the decision to go against his demand and cover herself.  Nervous panic winged through her belly as his palms smoothed up the underside of her arms.  Burning-hot fingertips tickled down her sides and around her front over her ribcage.  He turned his palms up and tested the weight of her breasts in them, his long fingers pinching her nipples, sending a shock of unexpected pleasure streaking toward her center.  Russell lifted the globes as if offering them to his pack. 
    “Does she meet your standards, my young ones?” he boomed.  Murmurs of approval answered.  A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest and through her body, nestling its power deep in her sex.  Tabitha’s body quaked with the force of her arousal.  Sweet Earth Mother, she wanted this man so bad she could hardly stand it.  She