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reason." He ignored the heat that washed through him and settled
in his stiffening cock. She was bound to mention it, anyway. "There's
no bounty here, is there?"
    "Oh, that's right..." She
turned again, presenting her smooth back as she braced her hands
against the wall. The leather pants fit her ass like someone had sewn
her into them. She twisted her head and grinned at him. "You
like to embrace your inner animal."
    He moved. One hand slammed into the
wall next to her head, and the other slipped tightly around her
waist. He spoke low in her ear, his voice rife with frustration. "I'm
not playing, Ella." He wanted to run his hand up under the
halter that left the bottom curves of her full breasts exposed. He
wanted to catch her nipples between his fingers, squeeze them until
she cried out from the pleasure and the pain of it. He didn't. "I'm
done with that, remember? Done with you." The words served a
double purpose. Remind
her. Remind yourself.
    "I paid your damn fee."
She rubbed back against him, grinding her ass against his cock in a
blatant move. Too blatant. Ella was patient, could wait inches from the line for as
long as it took him to lose control and cross it.
    Which meant she was desperate for
something. He sucked in a shocked breath and laughed in her ear. "I'm
not a whore." If he'd ever held the upper hand with her before,
he hadn't known it. It was a heady feeling, intoxicating, and it
threw him into hard, full-fledged arousal with brutal efficiency. A
woman like Ella, at his mercy. It tripped every dominant alpha kink
hardwired in his brain, all the ones she usually catered to so
carefully. "What do you want? I might give it to you."
    He knew he had her when she tried to
slip away. "Fuck you."
    Blake stilled her with another low,
lusty growl. "You should know better than to run from a wolf,
honey." His traitorous hand moved up over her ribs, his
fingertips brushing the swell of one magnificent breast. "We
chase."
    She moaned for him, and that sounded
real. She may have faked submission for him, but she'd never had to
pretend desire. He could smell her arousal, hear it in her too-quick
breaths, feel it in the hardness of her nipple. He gave in to
temptation and pinched it, tightened his fingers until her rough,
panting whimpers turned into a low keen.
    There had been a time when he'd been
able to play her body almost as skillfully as she could play his
emotions. Maybe he hadn't forgotten all of the notes.
    His cock ached so he stepped closer,
trapping her against the wall with his hips close against hers. "Tell
me what you want," he repeated as he shifted his hand to her
other nipple, grazing the taut nub with his thumb. "Why you
called me."
    He could feel the tension in her
body, the inner struggle. He had no doubt she was scrambling for a
way to regain the upper hand, to put him back in his place. Her wolf,
her trained pet.
    Not so trained anymore.
    He felt her surrender in the sudden
passiveness of her body. Her head fell back against his shoulder, and
she rubbed her ass against his cock again. "I'm in over my head.
This guy I'm mixed up with... He's too powerful. I needed help. And
you. Your power."
    Your blood. She didn't have to say it to make his erection twitch in his jeans.
He'd never met a vampire with a stronger ability to cloud the mind,
to control it, than Ella. She could drain you dangerously dry and
you'd beg her not to stop. God knew he had on more than one occasion,
and the memories still assailed him sometimes. They woke him in the
night, kept him thrusting into his own clenched fist, thinking of his
blood on her tongue.
    He shook himself, cursed the hungry,
unfocused look he knew he wore. "Only if you keep your fucking
mind games out of it. I gave that shit up when I left you." It
was a lie, but only a little one. None of the other vampires he'd
fucked had been able to come close to the kind of explosive, blinding
pleasure Ella could bring with a thought. With a bite.
    "Fuck me first." The