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.She had, in fact, decided to escape in the next day or so—well before the full moon.Michael's assurances aside, she had no intention of sharing a home, however sprawlingly luxurious, with twenty people all sharing the same delusion.And she didn't plan to be in the same state with Wyndham when he went through that again.She wasn't afraid of being forced, so much as being forced to pleasure.Her cheeks burned with humiliation every time she remembered how he had made her scream in ecstasy.In a flash she was back in the warm, dark elevator, Michael's cock surging between her thighs, her fingers digging into his skin, wordlessly urging more, more.She shook herself, and concentrated on the tour.Now was no time for daydreaming.Now was the time to plot and plan and eventually escape these crazies.In the rose garden, Moira said in a low voice, "We don't blame you.For being upset, I mean.It must have been." She trailed off, then asked timidly, "Was it very awful?""Huh? You mean being stuck in the elevator with your boss? Well, the lights went out, so we couldn't read my Glamour.""It's kind of you to joke, but.I can't imagine how it must have been for you—a pure human, and an unbeliever, besides.Tearing clothes and scratches and bites, and being forced on your knees and taken without so much as a 'please'.I suppose you had to see a doctor." She looked as though she was going to burst into tears."I suppose you—you tore and.and—no wonder you hate him.Us.""Uh.yeah.Yeah, it was an unending torment.What's that building over there?"As Moira obediently showed her the gardener's shed, Jeannie's mind whirled.What Moira imagined hadn't been at all what happened.Michael had gone out of his way to soothe her, to bring her pleasure, to make sure she was ready for him.He'd had that much control, at least.What would sympathetic Moira think if she told her it had been the most exciting, pleasurable sexual experience of her life? What did that mean, that he'd been nearly out of control, but cared for her enough to do his best not to hurt her, even to bring her pleasure?In a flash, she was back in the warm, dark elevator—Jeannie pushed the thought away with a firmness she didn't feel."You can't leave the grounds," Moira was saying casually, "until we kill Gerald.But after that, it shouldGenerated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlbe all right.""What?" She nearly fell into a rose bush."Now you're talking about killing someone so I can leave?""Didn't our leader explain about Gerald?""Frankly, I tend to tune him out when he's babbling about all the reasons it's okay for him to break the law where I'm concerned.""Your law," Moira pointed out calmly, "not ours."Jeannie bent to sniff a rose so gray it was almost silver."Okay, I'll bite.What is your law?""Safety of mates and children first, above and before everything else.Michael has to keep you safe.Because he knows it's right, and because he must set an example.How could the rest of us follow someone who can't even protect his own mate?""I'm not his mate," she said sharply."Yes," Moira said simply, "you are."Jeannie stewed over that one for the five minutes it took them to walk from the rose garden to the beach."How does Gerald fit into all this?" she asked at last."He's our enemy.He went rogue five years ago.His mate was giving him nothing but female cubs and he wanted an heir, someone he could train to challenge the pack leader.He's too cowardly to try a challenge himself; he wanted a son to do the dirty work." Cute, delicate Moira spat in the sand to express her disgust."Whoa, whoa, watch those loogies." Jeannie took off her shoes and wiggled her toes in the surf, scanning the horizon and judging the wisdom of swimming to England to escape.Still, this was a fascinating delusion."His mate was giving him daughters? Did the creep never crack a biology textbook?Sperm chooses gender.""Gerald is.old-fashioned," Moira said reluctantly."He represents the pack before the Wyndhams took over.Savage, undisciplined.Gerald killed his mate after the birth of his fourth daughter.Michael would have killed him, but for the intercession of Gerald's other daughters, who begged their leader to spare their father's life.Michael did, but banished him.Now Gerald's rogue, and the only way he can come to power is if he gets his hands on the pack leader's child.""Thus, I be kidnapped," Jeannie said dryly."If you ever crossed Gerald's path, he would kill you to revenge himself on Michael—for what is worse than the loss of a mate? Or he would keep you until you whelped, take the child from you, and then kill you.And he would be well-revenged indeed, for he would be as father to the next pack-leader, and come to power quickly [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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