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“And how would you have made a spectacle out of me?” Rather
than look away as she usually did, she stared deep into his eyes and tried not
to shudder. Could she really let him touch her, kiss her, push inside her? He
was an animal, just like the test subjects!

“I would have bent you over the conference table and held
you down while one of the guards paddled your ass.”

Heat suffused her cheeks as the image formed within her
mind. “That wouldn’t have been very professional.” She allowed a husky rasp to
thicken her tone.

“Then I would have brought in the same men you set loose on
Devon. I would have stood back and watched while they lifted you to the
conference table and took turns fucking you.”

Slowly licking her lips, she glanced down and toyed with one
of the buttons on her blouse. Watching the guards pleasure Devon had been
exhilarating. It took very little imagination to relocate the scene to the
conference room and substitute herself for Devon. “It’s an interesting fantasy,
but it would be counterproductive to the point they were trying to make.”

He moved closer and his unique scent wrapped around her.
She’d frequently noticed his faintly musky smell, but she’d never found it
appealing before.

“Have you ever been spanked?”

She shook her head, glancing up at him through her lashes.
“My love life has always been—tame.”

“Now you sound disappointed. Are you ready for a taste of
something wild? You know I’m more than ready to give it to you.”

Catching her lower lip between her teeth, she fidgeted for a
moment, as if she were mulling over the possibilities. “They’d dismiss me. They
made their expectations crystal clear.”

His eyes gleamed and he placed his hands on her upper arms,
slowly drawing her toward him. “I’m not staff and I’m not a test subject. I
don’t see the complication.”

“I’m not sure the backers would see it that way.” She pulled
against his hold and his fingers tightened on her arms. “I don’t want to lose
my job.”

“They’ll see it however I want them to see it. If they
dismiss you, I’ll walk. And they can’t do this without me.”

She nodded toward the door. “Should we go to one of our
bedrooms?”

He turned her around and urged her toward the chair she’d
just left. “This is less suspicious.”

She bent from the waist and rested her forearms on the
chair. The sooner he started, the sooner this would be over! “Do you have a
condom?”

“I can’t get you pregnant.” His voice sounded gruff and
urgent.

She was on the Pill anyway, but she’d felt obligated to ask.
“What about STDs?” Craning her neck, she looked at him, hoping for some hint of
gentleness in his eyes. His head was bent, his attention completely focused on
her body.

“Don’t have them and can’t get them.” He ran his hands up
the backs of her thighs, pushing her skirt up as he went. “You have the most
distracting ass. I’ve been watching it wiggle beneath those tight skirts for
months.”

Suspecting this was how her night would end, she’d worn her
one and only pair of black panties. She expected him to yank them down and get
right to work. He certainly hadn’t wasted any time positioning her to his
liking.

Instead, he snapped the elastic edge and said, “Take them
off.”

With another deep breath to fortify her determination, she
pulled down her panties and kicked them aside. Then she returned to her earlier
position. He kneed her legs apart and settled his hands on her hips. The warm
thickness of his shaft pushed between her thighs and Carly stilled. This was
going to happen. She was going to have sex with a feline-shifter.

“You’re hot, but you’re not very wet.” He was wedged against
her opening, but he didn’t thrust inside. He reached around her hip and cupped
her sex, his middle finger gradually working its way between her folds. “Why
give in now? You’ve made your position abundantly clear.”

His finger flicked her clit and Carly started. “They pissed
me off.” She remained still, allowing him to manipulate her body while she
carefully distanced her mind.

“Don’t like being told what to do?”

“Basically.” God, he was driving her crazy! He stayed right
there at her entrance, teasing her with the potent promise of his first thrust
while his fingertip doled out careful flicks and slow circles.

“Unbutton your blouse.”

The husky command stirred something deep inside her, made
her body melt and soften. She’d expected to endure this, to sacrifice her
dignity in the name of ambition. So why was she hovering on the brink of
orgasm? She wasn’t supposed to enjoy this. He wasn’t even human!

But his hand felt so good and the blunt head of his cock
created just enough pressure to make her ache for more.

She quickly unbuttoned her blouse and waited for his next
directive.

He rotated her body, angling her toward the monitors until
they could see their reflection on the screens. She moved her hands to the
desktop and he kicked the chair aside. “Now take it off.”

Her hands trembled as she obeyed. Why was this exciting her?
She never let her lovers take control. It was far more like her to push them
down on the bed and climb on board.

With his free hand, he pulled her bra cups down, exposing
her nipples without losing the firm support underneath. She was still mostly
dressed, but he’d managed to expose all her intimate parts. It made her feel
dirty and starkly sexual. This wasn’t driven by affection or even passion. This
was elemental lust, raw and…animalistic.

“Oh yeah.” He rolled one of her nipples between his thumb
and forefinger. “You have wonderful tits. Makes me want to bite.” Using his
fingers to simulate teeth, he squeezed her nipple hard enough to make her yelp.
“That’s right. Feel the burn.”

She instinctively arched her back and rested her head
against his chest. He squeezed one nipple and then the other as his finger
continued its teasing orbit of her clit. She felt restless and needful, ready
for the slide of his body inside hers.

“I’m right there, Carly. If you want me, push back.”

It was a challenge. He wanted there to be no question about
her willingness, no regrets once their lust cooled. Gripping the edge of the
desk with both hands, she slowly pushed back. His hands steadied her hips while
his shaft plowed into her waiting passage. No, he wasn’t moving. Her core slid
onto him, surrounding him with her sopping heat.

“So damn hot,” he growled then his fingers tightened on her
hips and he drew back.

His first real thrust rocked her forward, making her breasts
bounce. Pleasure zinged through her body as his second stroke found her G-spot.
“There.” She gasped. “Right there!”

He seemed happy to comply. With one hand on her hip and the
other on her shoulder, he rode her fast and hard. The wet slap of their bodies
and the shadowy reflection of their straining added to the sexual haze. She
came suddenly, clamping down so hard he chuckled, but his hips didn’t even
slow.

She collapsed against the desk, forearms braced, afraid her
knees would buckle and her legs would give out. His angle was different now,
his cock head no longer rubbing her G-spot. She seldom came more than once, so
it really didn’t matter.

He reached over and entered a command into the computer. The
image on the main screen changed and she suddenly faced the scene with Devon
and the guards. She tensed, yet the erotic tableau was undeniably arousing. Had
he done this to mock her or was he excited by the incident?

His pace sped and she had her answer. He was wild now, using
her body as he immersed himself in the erotic scene. It had only taken one
command to launch the image. This couldn’t be the first time he’d watched the
recording.

He returned his hand to her mound, and that clever finger
resumed its steady stroking. She lifted onto the balls of her feet, giving him
a better angle. He slid smoothly, filling her completely with each demanding
thrust.

Tuning out the recording, she watched their reflection in
the monitor. He remained proudly erect while she bent in submissive surrender.
Her breasts rubbed against the cool desktop, her nipples painfully sensitive.
Tension gathered, the sensation growing with each rotation of his hips. Never
before had her need been so strong or her responses so ready.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and pounded into her,
keeping her upper body pressed against the desktop. His fingers caught her clit
and slowly squeezed as he drove his full length into her. Pleasure exploded,
tensing every muscle in her body and electrifying her nerve endings. She cried
out, the sound echoing off the walls. He shuddered against her back, his arm
tightening as he twitched inside her.

For a long moment the only sound was their panting, and then
a low chuckle rumbled in his chest. He casually reached over and reactivated
the live feed of Devon’s room. “I knew you’d be a hot piece of ass, but damn,
woman. I haven’t come that hard in years.”

She’d never had an orgasm like the one he’d just given her.
Her knees shook and her inner muscles fluttered with little aftershocks.

He pulled out and quickly righted his clothes, but he
grabbed the back of her neck before she could rise as well. “Was this a onetime
rebellion or are you ready to explore even wilder pleasures?” His fingers
stroked her creamy folds. He seemed fascinated by her slit.

“I don’t want to lose my job,” she whispered, squirming as
his touch grew bolder.

“I told you that’s not going to happen.”

His slick fingers brushed across her anus and Carly froze.
Was that what he meant by “wilder pleasures”? She’d always been tempted by the dark,
forbidden nature of anal sex, but she’d never been bold enough to try it. She
held her breath, waiting to see what he’d do next.

He reached around her with his other hand and effortlessly
located her clit. “Are we done here?” He pushed his finger into her ass as he
firmly rubbed her clit. The embers of her orgasm flamed back to life. Her inner
muscles clenched and she cried out. “Or are you ready for more?”

“More.” She wiggled, driving his finger deeper. “I want
more.”

“Glad to hear it.” He withdrew his finger and slapped her on
the ass, his other hand deserting her as well. “When I’m ready to give it to
you, I’ll let you know.” He slipped out the door as his triumphant laugh echoed
in the small room.

With an exasperated cry, Carly straightened and pushed her
skirt down to cover her shame. This hadn’t gone anything like she’d planned.
She’d met her primary objective, but at what cost? She couldn’t let him use her
desires against her. At the first sign of weakness, he’d pounce and devour her.
Giving in to temptation would be self-defeating. And dangerous.

She sank on to the nearest chair and closed her eyes,
drawing her blouse together over her sensitive nipples. Roberto was expecting a
report detailing her progress. The backers would be thrilled to learn she’d
seduced Osric so quickly, but somehow she would have to convince them she was
still in control.

* * * * *

Carissa loved driving out of the mountains at night.
Denver’s lights spread out across the plains, alive with life and promise. The
city wasn’t large by metropolitan standards, but it was vibrant and unique.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Quinn prompted, his voice deep,
almost sleepy.

She glanced at him, relieved to find his gaze alert and
warm. He was remarkably easy to talk to, for such a rough-and-tumble badass. “I
was just remembering.”

“Remembering what?”

“Mom took us to a performance of
Wicked
for our
eighteenth birthday. We had a really nice dinner and then stayed in the Brown
Palace so we didn’t have to drive home. The Buell is gorgeous and the play was
amazing. It’s still one of the best nights of my life.” The bittersweet memory
tightened her throat and made her heart ache. “I had no idea I’d lose her a few
years later.”

He reached over and squeezed her hand. “Kyle will find Ava.
You’re not going to lose her too.”

She hadn’t consciously made the connection, but he was
right. The thought of losing Ava terrified her. And not just because of the
danger her twin faced. Carissa had never been alone before, never considered a
future without Ava’s love and support. They had both been devastated by their
mother’s death, but they had faced the tragedy together.

“I’m scared.” She whispered the admission, unable to meet
his gaze.

His warm hand covered hers again, but this time he kept it
there, fingers loosely entwining with hers. “Anyone would be scared. I’d be
worried if you weren’t.” He stroked the top of her hand with his thumb as his
gaze returned to the road. “You’re not alone. You’ll understand that better
once we reach the sanctuary.”

The sanctuary. Everyone who mentioned the place made it
sound ominous or imposing. Where would Therians feel safe, especially in the
middle of this conflict? “Why did Landon help us? He said he works for Erin,
but who’s his father?”

“His father’s name is Nate Fitzroy. He’s the canine
network’s Prime.”

“Which means Landon is in line to be the next canine Prime?”

“Alpha and Prime are not technically hereditary positions.
The members of a clan, or pack in their case, must approve of their leader. But
strong bloodlines tend to produce strong offspring. That’s why Nate is so
interested in you.”

She shivered. “Nate wants to define me?”

“No. Like Osric, Nate already has a mate. And mated males
don’t participate in definitions. He’ll either pressure you to mate with his
son, or he’ll broker a—”

“But Landon is loyal to Erin.”

“Landon is his second son. I meant Bruce, his oldest.”

“Bruce is loyal to his father?”

“He’s loyal and ambitious and mean. You don’t want to mate
with Bruce Fitzroy.”