Taming the Hunted by Larisa Anderson Read Free Book Online Page A

bolted to the floor and
stared at the four large holes and the gouges in the wood.
    “Want some?” she asked before bending to take another bite.
    “That’s eighty year old wood you just ripped up!”
    “That’s probably why it broke so easy,” she mumbled around
the chicken bone.
    “New rule,” he said, coming around to pull the meat from her
hand. “You are to be watched twenty-four-seven.” His gaze flicked to her wrists
still bound to the chair.
    The familiar fire burned in his eyes again as they roamed
the peaks of her breasts through the large shirt. Marian grinned up at him. So
the boy liked a little bondage. She was down for that if it meant his gorgeous,
hot, manly self would hurry up and slake the fire that burned in her groin. It
was easy to forget her anger at the situation when Gabriel was in the room.
    He sat with a sigh and watched her from the bench as she
made her way through the contents of the fridge.
    Sighing, he rose and removed the cuffs from around her
wrists, rubbing the blood back into them with long, firm strokes. “I’ll get one
of the guys to make up some iron shackles for tonight in case you get out of
control again.” His eyes said that he might use them even if she didn’t lose control.
    She watched him, thinking. Her face was inches away from
his, his gaze boring into hers. The shirt she wore was pulled tight across her
chest by the way she sat. She could tell it had an effect on him as he adjusted
his position to accommodate the bulge of his swelling cock. His eyes roamed the
crotch of her panties, visible just under the hem of the shirt.
    He brushed her lower lip with his thumb, gentle and tender
as he moved it along the soft curve. Then he was flying across the room, again,
as her fist connected with his chin.
    He yelled out in pain. She knew it hurt him and grinned at
the thought.
    “I have some clothes upstairs that you can change into,
we’re going out,” he snapped at her.
    She got up and gestured for him to lead the way as though she
hadn’t just thrown him into a brick wall.
    She went upstairs and changed fast, not asking where he had
gotten the women’s clothing. The shirts, she noticed, would fit a much bustier
woman. Emerging from the bathroom, she found Gabriel giving her that same
crooked smile that had sent such dangerous feelings to the pit of her stomach.
She’d settled the matter last time by throwing him across the kitchen, next
time she wasn’t sure it would be as easy. She would just have to think of
another way to keep herself from falling for him.
    Taking a deep breath, she walked into the hallway, ignoring
the mass of manliness behind her. Getting up the stairs hadn’t been as hard as
going down them. She got to the end of the hall and hesitated long enough for Gabriel to get annoyed. Without asking, he threw her over his shoulder and carried her down.
She braced her hands on his back and felt his muscles flex as he descended. Her
eyes stayed shut. As soon as they reached the bottom, he put her back on her
feet and went straight to the door. If he had to do that every time she needed
to go to bed, she was going to lose the war over her body.
    She followed him outside, and they climbed into a black
convertible. She tried not to watch his large hands as they moved over the keys
and wheel.
    “If I’m going to be staying here, you will have to make me
up a room on the ground floor,” she told him.
    He looked at her and there was a flicker of something in his
eyes before he hid it behind a veil. She had decided whilst captive in the
kitchen that, although she would like nothing more than to leave, she had to
face facts. She was a wolf and someone had to show her the ropes of this new
life. She couldn’t think of anyone better than tall, dark, and handsome next to
her.
    “You will stay in my room,” he stated, as though insulted by
the idea of her sleeping without him. “That way I can keep an eye on you.”
    “In case I turn into a slobbering dog