“I’ll impress you later.” Every word was ripe with meaning.
Oh, boy. She was going to enjoy that very much.
She shrugged as if with indifference, even as her body was warming up again. Her lower abdomen tightened viscerally in anticipation.
“You’re getting really hard to please,” he said as they made their way back to the cabin. “It used to be so easy.”
She lifted her brows. “Was it?”
“From wide-eyed virgin, to this?”
“Wide-eyed?” She stopped.
Actually, he was right. She looked out the window, pretending to care about the last of town fading behind them as the forest closed in on both sides. “Well,” she said finally, “that can be arranged.”
Good Lord, what had he turned her in to? Half-morphing, biting and clawing, and what? Roleplay? They might as well go to the hardware store for some rope, duct tape, and cable ties while they were at it.
“What?” he asked when she was too silent for too long.
She looked at him. “Maybe we better go back into town.”
“Why?”
“You forgot the duct tape.”
It took him a moment. And then another one. Had she stumped Mr. Always Right?
She lifted her brows. “Or maybe you rather have rope, or cable ties.”
The lightbulb finally went on and he smiled. “I’ve never tried that before.”
Another score for her. “Never?”
He shook his head. “I was groomed, Darling, not loved.”
She sat back, frowning at him over that. What did duct tape have to do with love? Unless no one had bothered to see to his needs. Maybe they just assumed he was there to serve as an alpha. Were female werewolves really that cold to their alphas? They were respectful sure, but respect wasn’t the same as empathy.
What had it really been like, to have all of those females wanting him?
“Lothar?” she asked.
“Don’t push it,” he warned.
She touched his mind with hers but he blocked her right away. Something had happened to him before he’d been with her that he didn’t want her worrying about.
She sighed. “Alright fine.”
Darcy Branwyn 
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