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His eyes—the brilliant blue flared, darkened and brightened a second before it overtook even the whites of his eyes, the pupil becoming a perfectly round pit of coal black that reflected a sheen of blue from the color around it.
It was a lion’s eyes. A blue-eyed lion that stared back at her, that watched her with savage intensity.
Panic threatened at the edges of her mind. It would have overwhelmed her if he hadn’t pulled back, surged partway inside her, then eased back once more before a hard, driving thrust buried him to the hilt inside her.
She couldn’t scream. There was no breath left to scream. As though that thrust were a trigger, the penetrating pleasure-pain exploded through her senses, raced through her bloodstream and blinded her with a wave of white-hot, blue-tinted ecstasy that completely overtook her world.
It wasn’t pleasure. It wasn’t ecstasy.
It was something so far above it that she could only convulse beneath him, thighs tightening on his hips, her breath suspended, and the knowledge, an innate distant knowledge that something so far outside belief as to be completely unbelievable had occurred.
Something that she feared had bonded him to her in ways she had never believed she could be tied to anyone. Let alone a man.
Or a Breed.
The feel of what the tabloids called a Breed barb becoming engorged beneath the head of his cock, locking him inside her as it pulsed and throbbed, stimulating that too-sensitive area just behind her clit, inside her vagina. Heated, caressing as Rule released inside her, the jetting heat of his se**n adding an additional sensation that spurred her pleasure higher.
It was too much to bear.
Too much pleasure. Too many sensations.
Far too many emotions . . .
CHAPTER 20
The two days she’d spent running from Rule and his Breeds had been exhausting. So exhausting that fighting him once he found her would have been impossible. At least, that was the excuse she used that afternoon after coming awake, wrapped tight in his arms.
Not just his arms. One muscular leg was thrown over hers, anchoring her to the bed. Behind her, the stiff, thick length of his c**k pressed against her lower back, reminding her why she was there.
He hadn’t wanted her until by some stroke of ill luck, nature had decided to use some freaky hormone to bind her to him. Now, he decided he wanted her? Wanted her so much that he had her locked to him like a well-loved wife?
She so didn’t think so.
“Let me go.” She pushed at the arm lying over her, the anger of the past two days rising inside her even as the arousal began a hard, heated simmer between her thighs.
Dammit, she hadn’t even had a shower yet. After he’d taken her, after that “something” had locked inside her and sent her spiraling into a complete rapturous meltdown, she hadn’t even had the energy to keep her eyes open, let alone drag her ass out of the bed to shower.
Damn him.
“Dammit, let me the f**k go.” She rammed her elbow into his side with enough force to bring him instantly awake.
“What?” the grouch grumbled, his arm tightening around her.
“Get your damned leg off me, Rule,” she snapped, infuriated. “I have to get out of this bed now.”
“Why?” He snuggled sleepily against her back, which only pissed her off further.
“I don’t need a damned body cuff,” she informed him furiously as she struggled against him. “Now let me the hell go so I can go to the bathroom.”
A grumbling little growl vibrated in his throat, but thankfully, he released her, albeit slowly.
“Hurry,” he mumbled, burying his head in her pillow as she glanced back at him.
Irritation surged inside her. He had just completely f**ked up her entire life and all he wanted to do was sleep?
“Yeah, I’ll get right on that, ass**le,” she muttered with a silent snort before heading quickly to the bathroom.