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“Damien! Don’t make me wait. Fuck me now!”

He leaned down between her spread thighs, opened his mouth
slightly and breathed through both his mouth and nose. His keen senses told him
all he needed to know. Serena was fully in heat and ready to be mounted. Damien
met her wide, dazed eyes. Her face was flushed and the color was spreading to
the rise of her breasts. He could feel fire rising from her skin.

“I don’t respond to demands, sugar. Beg me nice, and I might
consider it.”

“
I don’t beg
!” she shouted while she tried to pull
loose from the restraints.

He smiled at her attempts and shook his head. “Did you think
I wasn’t really tying you down? Of course I was. It’s time for you to learn to
submit to your Mate, and I look forward to your instruction.”

Serena tugged on the ties and shrieked in rage. Damien
reached between her thighs and carefully parted her cunt lips. Her juices were
pungent and plentiful. She shivered as he slid his thumbs lightly up and down
her swollen labia. Her cunt lips pouted, begging for his touch. He stroked her,
barely grazing skin. Enough to arouse, but not enough to satisfy. She began to
whimper in frustration. This was good and would only get better.

Chapter Five

When she got her hands on him, she was going to kill him.
How dare that bastard taunt and tease her like this? She was on the edge of an
orgasm even more intense than the ones in the elevator, but he wasn’t giving
her enough to get there. Serena lifted her hips to try to get closer, but every
time she rose up, he pulled away. If she stayed still, he petted her, but not
enough to get off. She watched him lean forward and wet his lips. Serena moaned
and closed her eyes. Oh God, what she’d give to have that tongue on her.

“You’re my bitch, aren’t you, Serena?”

She almost nodded but stopped and opened her eyes. He was
trying to trick her. “I’m
not
your bitch, Damien.”

“Yes, you are.” His growl caused her juices to slip out of
her already sopping cunt.

“No!”

“Yes, and until you admit it to both of us, you aren’t going
to get any relief.”

Serena looked at him in horror. She was in heat. Her body
was on fire and she needed release. Her arousal actually hurt, it was so
intense. He wouldn’t use it against her…would he? A light stroke over her clit
told her that he would.

A dog or a wolf had a heat cycle, and if they weren’t
mounted, they would pass out of heat. A female shapeshifter was different—she
stayed in heat until she had an orgasm while she was being mounted by a male.
How long did he intend to torment her? She glared at him and read his
expression. Serious. Intent. Damien wasn’t kidding. He’d keep her wound up until
she gave him whatever he wanted.

“You can’t do that to me!”

“I don’t
want
to, but I can. And I will, Serena. Bow
to the inevitable. You belong to me, and you know it.”

“No! Damn you.
No!
”

“Then get prepared for a very,
very
long heat cycle,
sweetheart.”

“I won’t be blackmailed.”

Damien looked saddened for a moment then he dropped a light
kiss on her hip bone. “It isn’t blackmail if it’s the truth. You know it. You
just don’t want to admit it.”

Serena closed her eyes. He could
not
be right. Damien
couldn’t be her Mate…not her
True Mate
. Could he?

She felt his finger caress her swollen clit. The touch was
so light that it tantalized rather that fulfilled. She shivered and opened her
eyes. She met the dark-brown depths. His intent was clear and he wouldn’t be
moved, but she was damned if she’d just cave in. His fingers delicately parted
her swollen folds so she was spread open to his gaze. Serena felt exposed in a
way she’d never experienced before and it excited her intensely. She couldn’t
cover herself or hide her desire in any way. She was bare to him, literally and
figuratively.

Damien leaned in and lightly began to nibble at her cunt
lips as if she were a fine delicacy. She mewled helplessly and tossed her head.
Her hips bucked. He lifted his head but continued to stimulate her with his
forefinger.

“Who do you belong to, Serena?”

She shook her head.

“Are you my bitch?”

“No!”

He flicked his tongue lightly against the underside of her
clit and she moaned. “Are you mine, Serena?”

She continued to shake her head, and he continued to torment
her. Over and over, he brought her to the brink of release, always leaving her
on the edge. She felt like an overwound wire but, God, it felt good. She wanted
more. She wanted to come, but she also wanted him to ratchet up the tension
until she couldn’t take any more.

“Oh God, Damien.
Please…
”

“Please what, Serena?”

She tensed when she felt his two fingers at the entrance to
her pussy. She tried to spread her thighs wider to encourage him, but she
didn’t have enough play in the ties he’d used. She was completely at his mercy,
and he had none. She sighed when his lips grazed her nipple through the black
lace of her bra. She opened her eyes and met his. He flicked her rigid nipple
with his tongue.

“Damien…” she whispered.

“Who do you belong to, Serena. Just admit it and I’ll mount
you the way you long to be taken.”

She shook her head. Damien slipped two fingers just inside
her cunt. She sighed.

“Are you my bitch, Serena?” he asked gently, his fingers
inching into her tight, wet slit.

“I can’t!” Her cry seemed ripped from her. She wanted him
and she didn’t. She couldn’t tell what was up and what was down.

“Yes, you can.” He caught the edge of her bra with his teeth
and tugged the fabric off first one breast then the other, leaving them framed
in black silk, and groaned. “You’re so incredibly sexy.” His voice was husky,
and she could see a flush rising in his cheeks. Serena wasn’t the only one who
was aroused, thank God.

“Fuck me, Damien. You know you want to. Lower your zipper
and plunge your cock deep inside my wet pussy,” she whispered to him. If Damien
could taunt her, she could return the favor. He growled at her, obviously
wanting to shut her up. Serena clenched her pussy muscles on his searching
fingers. They felt so good buried inside her. “Imagine that’s your cock,
Damien. Imagine my muscles milking it. Clasping around it.”

Serena demonstrated by tightening again. His eyes closed and
he tensed. His hips started to dry hump the air. He was so close to losing
control and just taking her, she only had to find the right button to press and
he would. She leaned her head forward and licked a drop of sweat from his
temple. Damien grunted and his fingers pressed down inside her. She sighed and
lifted her hips. He smelled incredible, and the taste was even better. Serena
wanted to lick that stunning body from top to bottom, and then do an extended,
scenic tour of the very impressive landmarks.

He abruptly pulled his fingers out of her and stepped back.
She roared at him, and a slow smile spread on his face. “Oh no, sweetheart. You
won’t catch me that easy. But it was a damn good try.”

He shrugged out of his jacket and dropped it to the floor.
Then he loosened his tie but left it draped around his neck. Damien began to
give her a lesson in how to “strip like you really mean it”, and he was a very
good teacher. Serena bit her lip as he reached up, his hands damp with her
juices, to ease a button loose. She sighed as he slowly loosened a second one.
Even his throat was sexy. She caught just a glimpse of hair where his shirt
parted. He released two more buttons and she could see that his pectoral
muscles had a light mat of black hair on them. She loved a man with chest hair.

Damien reached down and eased his belt open before pulling
it out of the loops, leaning forward and draping it across her belly. The
smooth leather still held his body heat. Serena gasped as she felt her cunt
juices seep down her pussy lips and onto the desk below. He smiled wickedly,
dipping a finger in the small but growing pool and carrying the damp finger to
his lips for a taste. He sucked his fingertip, and it was as if he’d sucked her
clit into his mouth. Serena arched up from the desktop with a sob.

He opened the button on his trousers and carefully eased the
zipper over his prominent erection. She could see his cock pressing against his
white silk shorts. She met his eyes as his hands traced a path back up his
shirtfront to ease open more buttons. Damien bit his lip, and she could see
that not only had his cock elongated but so had his teeth. His canines now
resembled those of a wolf rather than a man.

“Yes.” Serena hissed as she realized her teeth had
lengthened too.

She wanted him to bite her, and she wanted to bite him in
return. She wanted to mark him as hers. His rumble of arousal nearly undid her
resolve not to beg. He ripped off his shirt. She’d been right about that
six-pack. His body was as ripped as the shirt lying on the floor. He stepped
out of his shoes, pulled off his socks and then he let his pants drop to the
floor before he kicked them aside.

She whimpered. He really was a god. Nobody should look like
that unless they’d been airbrushed first.

“Damien…” her hoarse whisper trailed off as he moved toward
her again.

Damien took the tie from around his neck, trailing it over
her taut, exposed nipples, which made her jump at the sensation left behind. He
leaned over her, delicately tracing her areola and nipple with his tongue. He
blew a gentle breath against the damp flesh, and the already tight bud began to
throb.

Serena shook her head helplessly. He was going to drive her
insane, and she wanted to go there. What was he doing to her? His tongue made a
rapid-fire tattoo on her nipple, taking her right to the edge yet again. Damien
stopped and waited while she shuddered.

“You have the power to end your own torment, Serena. All you
have to do is admit you belong to me. We both know that you do—you just have to
acknowledge it.”

“No!” She shook her head violently. Why did he demand this
from her? “You are such a bastard! An
arrogant
bastard!”

“Stop being so damn pigheaded. I want to mount you and you
want to be mounted. Make it happen, Serena. Tell me you’re my bitch. Just admit
it.”

“I belong to me!”

“No, you belong to
me
. You are mine to care for and
protect. You are mine to fuck. Mine to fight with. Mine to give me pups. And
mine to love.”

Serena froze and stared into his dark-brown eyes. “You don’t
love me. You don’t even
know
me.”

“I know you, Serena. I know your scent. You’re my True Mate,
as I’m yours.” She shook her head in disbelief, which he took to be denial. He
growled. “Yes, you are. Damn, but you’re stubborn.”

Damien covered her lips with his and sucked her tongue into
his mouth. He nipped it. Their tongues dueled, and she twisted so that her
breasts rubbed his chest. He moaned into her mouth, wrapped his arms around her
and pulled her tight against him. She could feel him pressing his thick cock
against her sensitive pussy through the silk shorts he still wore. His leather
belt teased both her belly and his as he ground against her.

Serena wanted to touch him, but she was still restrained,
increasing her desire and her frustration. His mouth slipped to her neck and
she bared it to him without a single worry. He nipped her throat teasingly
while rolling his pelvis into hers. Serena was so close to an orgasm she could
almost taste it.

“Damien, for God’s sake,
fuck
me. Please! I need you
to fuck me!” her cries were mindless and she didn’t even realize she was
begging.

“Do you want to be fucked, Serena? Do you want me to thrust
deep inside you and pound into you until you can’t walk?”

“Yes!”

“Beg me, Serena.”

Serena shivered at the command, unbearably aroused by his
dominance. “Please fuck me, Damien.” He caught her hair in his hands and pulled
her head back, baring her throat. He bit her, just barely breaking the skin.
She had to come. She had to have him fuck her. She couldn’t take this anymore!
“Please, Damien!
Please
! I’m begging you!”

“Are you my bitch, Serena?”

“Oh God.”

“
Are
you?”

“
Yes
!” Serena shrieked.

“Say it!”

“I’m your bitch. Now fuck me, damn you!”

“Yes!”

She heard fabric ripping, felt a jerk on her legs then they
were thrown over his shoulders and he thrust into her cunt, hard and fast. She
screamed and Damien howled. Her cunt began to spasm painfully with the onset of
the most intense orgasm she’d experienced in her entire life. Serena lifted her
cunt up to take his deep, intense thrusts and threw her head back as her body
flew apart. Her womb jerked and she felt a jolt from her clit to her nipples and
back again. She still couldn’t wrap her arms around him but she could reach his
chest. She sank her teeth into his pec and held on tight. The metallic taste of
his blood was so good—like a drug rush.

Damien roared and his cock jerked inside her body, shooting
his semen deep inside her. As it hit her womb, she clamped down and bucked
under him. Her belly was trembling and her body was on fire. Even so, it wasn’t
enough. Serena needed Damien to mount her. He relaxed slightly, but his cock
didn’t as he dropped his damp forehead to her shoulder and lay gasping against
her. He hadn’t mounted her properly, so they hadn’t locked together. She needed
to have him locked inside her so that he was as trapped by her as she was by
him.

“Mount me, damn you!” Serena snarled and kicked him in the
back with her heels in a vain attempt to gain his attention.

“What?” Damien lifted his head and looked into her eyes,
blinking incoherently.