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[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] Maybe the Montana Mountain Pack could provide a semblance of security. She would do the same thing if it meant rescuing Jo from a vicious rogue. Let s hope it doesn t come to that until we re sure of our reception. * * * * 50 Dawn Forrest Ashok Khan s face twisted into a rare smile of true predatory pleasure. He looked at the boat bobbing on the water and could smell that it wouldn t be long before he had a werewolf female to call his own and heirs to pass on his legacy to. He needed strong sons to continue the line. He didn t even want to consider the possibility of a female child, as that would be intolerable, although he conceded that there could be some political advantage if the girl later mated a strong Were. He had parked the rented car near the wharf south of Reedville, a town directly across the water from Onancock. Apart from having good vehicular access, Reedville was located within several water inlets and even had a small private airfield. He d guessed that she d take a direct route with a number of possible escape options, because that s exactly what he d have done. Katherine Akara was a true bitch and the one worthy to carry his offspring. He wanted her badly, with a selfish intensity that burned his black soul. He wanted to inhale her, to suck out her spirit, to have her submit to his every whim. He absentmindedly rubbed his hip where he had been shot and then she had run over him years ago. He closed his eyes and inhaled her scent again with a shudder of lust. The chase, the waiting to have her, had heightened his need. Yes, the hedonists of ancient times had the right of it delayed gratification intensified the experience. Love was a weak emotion that he didn t know or understand, but he admired and adored her. He licked his lips as he thought about fucking her, especially in full beast form. He just knew it would be fantastic. She was built to take the kind of punishment he could give, and take it she would once he got her back to his palace in Maharashtra. He had, of course, fucked women before while in full beast form, although it was strictly against the Lore, except with mates. He didn t care, because dead women don t tell tales. He growled to himself thinking that any female he wanted, whether in his Pack or not, would roll over for him at any time, yet Katherine had denied him. Sometimes the females Alphas Prize 51 pretended not to want him, but he liked it that way, liked to master them. He d tried savagely biting a few unmated Were females in an attempt to turn them fully, but nothing happened. When he did the same with human women the pathetic creatures didn t even survive. He had disguised his scent as much as possible, and the wind direction was in his favor, but still he decided at the last minute to slip into the cold water and wait. It was dark, and no humans were nearby to see him with their weak eyes. Katherine and the other female were in the cabin of the boat, steering it in to the side of the jetty. He was going to take them both if he could. Two birds in the hand and all of that, two bitches being better than one. He saw a tall, lean shape come out on deck and grab a rope. Katherine s scent teased his nostrils, called to him, caused his heart to thump and adrenaline to pump around his body. As she leaned over to tie the boat to the jetty, he surged up out of the water and clawed his way onto the deck of the boat, snatching at her long hair. She screamed in shock and then let lose a curse with his name on it as she tried to struggle from his grasp. It pleased him that she recognized him. The other woman was alerted and came racing out of the cab with a gun. He held Katherine in front of him in a choke hold. Drop it or she dies, and I ll take you instead. He lied. He d never kill Katherine, but he would take another if he could. To his surprise the young woman threw the weapon over the side, but then she dived off the boat after it. There s loyalty for you. It just reaffirmed his belief that you could not trust anyone. Katherine then began to fight in earnest. The female had what was it the Americans called it? Spunk. She was a warrior, feisty and cunning and the perfect mother for his pups. She was also surprisingly strong but of course no match for him. He couldn t keep his attention on both of them and so focused on the woman in his arms. Oh, she smelt good, he wanted to rip her clothes off and 52 Dawn Forrest Oof, ow! He grunted in pain as she first elbow jabbed him in his abdomen and then brought her fist back in a hammer punch to his engorged groin, but he didn t lose his grip. Through the melee he heard the sound of glass smashing and then an engine revving hard. He craned his neck around in time to see a car no, his car screeching away. The other bitch had made it to the wharf and was fucking stealing his SUV! Strong, ruthless, self- serving and manipulative, werewolf females were creatures to be reckoned with, and he felt a strange kind of pride in his species. Katherine was squirming out of his grip, no doubt also intending to throw herself overboard, but he blocked her and spun her around. She was flexible and had some fighting know-how. She managed to wriggle free and make a dash for the small cabin, possibly going for a weapon. He caught up and grabbed her neck hard in one hand, not caring if he hurt or bruised her, and shook her like an errant puppy. He pushed her against the wall of the cabin, unzipped the fanny pack he was carrying, and pulled out the hypodermic needle filled with horse tranquilizer. He grasped it firmly with his free hand and was [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |