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closed her eyes to block out the aroused stares and tried to focus her energy for an escape, hoping he would follow and, Heaven help her, punish her for whatever wrongdoing she could come up with.
    She was scattered.  No matter how she pulled, magic would not come.  His fingers tugging her nipples felt too good; his warm, wet breath puffing against her ear too welcoming.  The thought of so many onlookers to this private moment only heightened her awareness of his hands on her body, fueling her growing need.
    Tabitha had never been an exhibitionist, but this…this was amazing.  Freeing.  Russell’s hands drifted down her sides, over the flare of her hips, and around to the catch on her pants.  If he removed them, there was no doubt in her mind he would fuck her again.  On the dais.  In front of his pack.  And she wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything.
    “Russell…” His name tumbled from her lips before she could stop it, an unspoken plea.
    “Yes?” he hummed, fingers fiddling with the zipper pull.
    “Please…” She gasped.  The background noise seemed to swell around her, soft moans and whimpers of ecstasy.
    “Please what, little one?”
    She rocked her hips forward against his hand, begging.
    “Please…”
    “I want to hear you say it.”
    Her breath hitched along with her heart.  Words?  She had no words, no speech process.  He had, in the space of a few hours, laid waste to her common sense, destroyed her judgment, and turned her into a helpless wanton, but Tabitha did not care.  She just wanted to keep feeling.
    “Say it,” he repeated, and she felt his will against her consciousness.  Her own power responded to the command— what kind of hold did he have over her to make her do such things? —by forming her lips and shaping her tongue around the words that skittered through her brain.
    “I want you to…” She gasped again.  His fingers stilled on her hips.  Her stomach tilted into a rolling, begging shiver.
    “To what?” His voice was a hard growl against her ear.  Sharp teeth grazed the lobe.
    “To…to…” she stuttered, and received a sharp nip against the soft skin of her throat.  “…to take me.”  The last part came out scarcely above a whisper. Damn traitorous magic!
    His slow, sultry chuckle curled her insides.  “Gladly,” he said on the end of a breath.  His lips left a cool, wet trail down her spine as he knelt behind her, sliding his hands down her legs and towing her pants and underwear with them.  The rational response was to struggle, but her magic was closing around her again, holding her in place while bending her to his will.
    She stood on the dais, bared completely to the eyes of his pack.  Still she kept her own eyes squeezed shut against the sight of curious and questing gazes.  Russell’s fingers traced the slow path back of her legs, swirling around her knees and tickling across the tops of her thighs.  Tabitha moaned, her head rolling forward.  He suckled at the curve of her hip, grazing his teeth over the rounded swell of her ass.
    Tabitha swayed in his grasp, her knees threatening to give way as her focus was drawn more and more to his hands moving toward her sex and his tongue slicking over the small of her back.  She thought she would pass out from the ecstasy of his touch, and when she was certain she would fall down, his strong arm banded around her waist and lifted her from the floor.
    With his free hand he swept the centerpiece from the table in front of the podium, sending the expensive arrangement clattering to the floor in a rain of shattered glass and broken flowers. Her back came into contact with the cold acrylic surface. Tabitha sucked a hissing breath and arched away from it.
    Above her he laughed, and used the position to capture one aching nipple between his teeth.  Her fingers found the nape of his neck and held him there, worrying the sensitive flesh into a tight knot.  Little ripples of sensation tumbled