“You tied me up. You touched me while I was unconscious,” she accused him, suddenly furious he had allowed her to be tormented for six long years. “You’re no better than the bastards who created you, Wolfe.”
The words, born of hurt and fury could not be taken back, and she had no desire to do so. How dare he leave her hurting, aching all these years? How dare he kidnap her and frighten her, rather than coming to her as he should have?
She watched in shock though, as complete fury filled the thundercloud color of his eyes.
“And you, my sweet sacrifice, are no better than the bitch that bore you,” he sneered. “Do you think I wanted to be re-captured, forced to breed and see my children raised as I was? Did you honestly believe the plan the two of you hatched would come to fruition?”
Hope stared up at him in confusion. How could he believe she would plan anything with her mother when she hadn’t even known he was alive?
“What plan?” she bit out. “I made no plan with her.”
His lips twisted in a sneer as he entered the room, closing the door behind him. God, she was burning alive for him. She could barely think for the need to touch him, to be touched by him, now that he was close to her. His very presence caused sharp pangs of lust to ripple through her pu**y.
“You won’t lie to me for long, Hope,” he told her softly, his gray eyes going over her body as they darkened with lust. “I promise, before this night ends you’ll beg to tell me the truth.”
The sensual promise in his voice made her breath catch. His hands went to his belt, releasing the catch with slow, measured movements. Her eyes widened as he began to pull it from the loops. She began to wonder if he had something in mind for her rather than the f**king she needed so desperately.
“You wouldn’t dare beat me,” she finally gasped.
He dropped the belt to the floor, smiling in amusement as his fingers then went to the buttons on his shirt. Hope trembled. She could feel her cunt heating further, the muscles of her vagina clenching in preparation. Her heart sped up, beating a harsh, driving pulse against her breast.
“I may spank you, but I promise not to beat you,” he said, his rough voice silky, brooding. “But you can halt any punishment at all, Hope, by telling me the truth. Tell me how she knew of the mating frenzy, and how she knew you would be the one I would choose as my mate. Tell me why you allowed another man to touch you, allowed her to taunt me with the proof of it.”
“Are you crazy?” she practically yelled at him. “How the hell am I supposed to let another man touch me when all I do is puke if they try?”
That infuriated her more than anything else. The few times she had tried to date, tried to get over him, it had turned into a disaster within an hour.
“So innocent and outraged.” His smile sent a shiver up her spine, but did little to alleviate the need in her cunt. “One last chance, tell me how that bitch mother of yours knew we had not perished in that fire?”
Her need for him was making her crazy. If he didn’t f**k her soon, she would be a screaming idiot. She had waited long enough—six torturous years dreaming of him, aching for him.
Hope blinked up at him. He was shrugging out of the shirt, his broad, muscular chest gleaming in the dim light of the bedroom. His muscles rippled, tightened. His face was tense as his fingers fell to the snap of his jeans.
“I don’t know,” she whispered.
She couldn’t take her eyes off his movements. He would shed his jeans next, revealing the extent of his arousal. She remembered well how thick and long it was, a temptation, even to the teenager she had been so long ago.
The scientists had kept them naked. She remembered watching Wolfe move about the compound, unashamed of his nakedness, even during arousal. So tall and broad, he moved with an innate grace that had drawn her attention time and again.
His hands hooked into the waist of the material as he kicked his feet free of whatever shoes he was wearing. Within seconds, he was gloriously naked. His c**k rose to his abdomen, tight, hard, thick and engorged. The bulbous head was purplish, flaring just a bit thicker than the shaft, and throbbing with arousal.
“Oh, God,” she whispered breathlessly.
He moved to the bed, kneeling beside her, staring down at her with a cold, hard expression. He meant to be a bastard, she knew, but she could see the heat licking in the dark shadows of his eyes. He wasn’t unaffected, and the engorged c**k wasn’t his only reaction to her. She was his mate, and whatever he did, she knew he wouldn’t hurt her. At least, not physically.
CHAPTER THREE
For a moment, his expression softened.
“Do you know how long I have waited to touch you as I want to?” he growled, his voice harsh as his hands went to her shirt to finish unbuttoning it. “Do you have any idea how hard it was to maintain my control before, and not take the innocence of the child you were?”
Hope felt herself trembling, her flesh sensitizing as she felt the heat of his hands, the hard promise of his body.
“I offered,” she whispered. No, she hadn’t, she had begged. She had cried and pleaded with him to take her after he left that mark on her upper shoulder.
“And so you did,” he agreed, his voice lethal, his eyes swirling with anger as he stared down at her. “I wanted only to protect you, Hope. How did you repay the sacrifice I made to ensure that protection?”
His hand circled her neck. He applied no pressure, but she knew he wanted her to know that the threat was there. All she could feel was the fire of longing, though. It zipped through her veins, bubbled in her cunt.