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already. “Say it.”
    “You're in charge,” he groaned.
    “You like it when I take you. You like to be bound and helpless while I fuck you. Say it. You can come if you say it.” She tweaked one of his nipples, encouraging a response. Her own response made itself known in a rush of moisture flowing down his shaft.
    His body strained against the bonds, his muscles bulging, his joints popping. “I like being bound. Like when you take me… oh, yeah, oh, fuck!”
    Hot blasts filled her, licking her sensitive inner walls until she flew apart, her entire nervous system lighting up like a stormy sky. Beneath her, Trance jerked and shuddered as she milked the last of his orgasm. Heat poured off him, heat and relief and a touch of irritation. Mixed with those, the scent of blood.
    Her eyes flew open, and she nearly cried out at the sight of his chest, scored by her fingernails in deep gouges. A rush of hunger struck before she could be too horrified. It had been too long since she'd let the beast out to hunt, to kill, to rend something apart and eat it raw. She could tamp down the urges with daily meals of uncooked meat, but sometimes, like now, instinct reared its ugly head.
    A wicked tugging sensation drew her mouth toward his skin, her mouth watering. Just a taste. That's all she wanted…
    “Mistress?” Beneath her, Trance bucked. “Mistress! Daddy.”
    She froze at the safe word, her mouth closed over a cut. The heady, coppery taste of his lifeblood coated her tongue and shot through her like an illegal stimulant. Lightning sizzled through her body, making her muscles twitch and her skin tighten until she thought it might split. Inside, the wolf howled, wanting out.
    Oh, God. With a muffled cry, she scrambled off Trance. Her breath came in ragged puffs, and her hands shook. Trance was staring at her like she'd already grown fangs.
    “No blood play, I guess,” she said, hoping she sounded a lot more casual than she felt, hoping to hell he didn't notice the tremor in her voice or the fact that she'd been about to turn into a monster. There was a reason she left blood play to other staff members.
    “Not into that.”
    Quickly, she released him and scooted as far away as possible. “You need to go. And don't come back.”
    He cocked an eyebrow at her. “But—”
    “Don't.” She hugged herself tightly, as though to keep her other half contained. “Submission isn't in your DNA. You want to try, you find some other Dom to help you, because my way will take you places you don't want to go. Now get out.” She bit her lip and then added, “Stop at the medic room on the way out and have them look at your scratches.”
    Surprisingly, he didn't argue, merely dressed, though he didn't button up his shirt. Probably because he was still bleeding. He moved toward the door, but paused at the threshold to look back over his shoulder. “You don't want this.”
    “I know.” She blinked. Why had she just said that? Of course she wanted this, wanted him to leave and never come back. So why did she suddenly not want it? She shook her head, trying to clear it, and when she looked at the door, Trance was gone.

    Trance hadn't bothered with the medic—his skin would heal faster than he'd like anyway, and he'd need to keep the wounds open so Rik could track him. And she would—he was sure of it.
    He wasn't sure if his psyche would heal all that well, though. His ass burned from the wand she'd used and his balls ached, still sore and heavy in a way that was supposed to remind him he'd been used—and used well.
    It only served to remind him that he could never totally give himself up to another person—or animal—like that. His will was strong but his body was stronger, would resist until he broke the bonds and hurt someone. Maybe even himself.
    The beast inside of him was angry and strangely satiated.
    In the relative safety of the town house ACRO had rented for him, he stripped off his shirt and attempted to calm himself