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  When I pull back from his lips he dips his hands lower and unzips my jeans, but I’m more focused on his wide and equally bare torso. I reach out to let my hands slide along his ridiculously muscled chest, reveling in the rippling strength underneath my palms.

  He shivers under my touch, and a low, appreciative growl rumbles out from his throat. A hard push and I’m on my back on the bed.

  Leod follows, catching himself on his arms so he can rest above me without squashing me with his weight. There is fire in his eyes now, and it speaks to something down low in my abdomen.

  He doesn’t give me time to catch my bearings, and I moan when his teeth sink into my throat—not hard enough to hurt, but not gently, either. His tongue soon follows, and then his hand slides down my pants and inside my panties, and my moans quickly devolve into whimpers. He’s circling my clit while kissing and nibbling at my throat, and soon I’m bucking underneath him for more.

  It’s so different than the two other times we’ve been together—while he’s still demanding and rougher than guys I’ve been with before, he’s taking his time to ready me like a normal lover would. It dawns on me, while I’m panting and squirming underneath the alpha, that this is probably what dating him would be like.

  Just as I have that thought, he lifts his head from my throat and gazes down at me, and my breath catches in my throat at the look in his eyes. The heat’s still there, and from the fierceness in his eyes it’s obvious it’s getting stronger, but there’s something else in the gray depths, too. Something much gentler than anything I’ve seen from him before. It makes me reach up to touch his cheek, because right in this moment, we’re not just an alpha and his conquered female. We’re something much more than that, even though I struggle to put words to it.

  Mates.

  Goosebumps break out all over my body as I recall his own label from just moments ago. He called me his mate.

  I don’t know much about alpha traditions, but I do know that that term means a whole lot more than lover, or even girlfriend.

  Leod breaks my breathless contemplations when he closes his eyes and turns his head so he can kiss my palm before his mouth returns to my body. But this time, he doesn’t go for my throat.

  I groan when he latches on to my right nipple and flicks his tongue over the stiff bud once, twice, and sucks it into the hot cavern of his mouth while pinching my clit. Hard.

  “Ohh, fuck!” I feel moisture soaking my panties and arch my back up for more. A few more moments of this and I feel an orgasm start to build.

  “Yes, more,” I moan, rolling my hips up against his fingers in waves. “Please, yes!”

  “Stop.”

  The command comes from behind us, and makes both of us freeze—me with a start, Leod with an angry growl.

  “This is not a fucking romance novel. Bremen wants it rough.”

  “He gonna come in here and give me fucking pointers, too?” Leod snarls over his shoulder, without moving his hand from my panties. “I’m getting her ready.”

  “She sounds plenty ready to me,” the other guys says. “Get her goddamn pants off. We ain’t asking twice.”

  The unmistakable sound of a gun cocking makes chills run down my spine—but much to my own astonishment, it’s not from fear. Leod’s ever-protective presence doesn’t allow fear to creep into my mind, and instead, I find the knowledge that two armed thugs are directing us… inexplicably arousing.

  Leod sits up and grabs the waistband of my jeans and panties. One rough pull later and I’m laid bare before him.

  The look in his eyes as he takes me in once again pulls my attention away from our audience. There is a fiery, burning need in that stormy gaze of his, and it’s solely focused on me.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful.” It’s a rough growl that goes straight to my clit. I whimper in response and open my thighs, presenting myself for him.

  With another growl he falls down between my spread legs, grabs me by the thighs, and pulls me toward him. I squeak and grasp onto the cheap bedding for purchase just as he spreads my lower lips open and buries his mouth against my pussy.

  The shock of pure, unadulterated pleasure when he licks up my inner lips and finds my clit makes me groan and arch up off the bed. He doesn’t ease into it, and I wail under the merciless lashes of his tongue right against my most sensitive nerves.

  “Fuck, P-Peter! Ohh, God!” I scream and I writhe, but he keeps me in place until every single nerve in my body is white-hot with agonizing pleasure and I think I’m going to die.

  Only then does he stop flicking his tongue against my poor clit, instead wrapping his lips around it to give it one, two, three deep suckles.

  I come like a woman possessed.

  It’s not like the times he’s made me climax while he's been inside of me. I feel my pussy clutch helplessly at air in desperate search for something to milk as the explosion of pleasure sets every cell in my body on fire. It’s a localized sensation, but oh, is it ever-powerful. And instead of bone-deep exhaustion, like when he’s fucked me, I just feel elation.

  He draws long, slow laps through my still-sensitive folds while I slowly come to, thankfully avoiding my clit.

  It takes me a while to realize that the rumbling, humming sound currently filling the room comes from him. The sound of a pleased alpha.

  I force myself up on my elbows and catch his gaze as he feels me moving. His eyes are no longer gray—they’re pitch black, pupils blown with a hunger I’ve learned to recognize.

  Slowly, Leod pulls back and sits up. He wipes his mouth with one hand, never breaking eye contact, and despite my recent orgasm I feel a flutter down low.

  “Fist her.”

  The command shocks me out of my post-orgasm haze, and I rip my gaze from Leod’s to the kidnappers at the end of the bed. One’s got a phone aimed at us with the flash on. The other’s got his cock in his hand.

  “No!” I scramble to cover myself with the scratchy blanket on the bed, no longer wrapped up in the moment, but am caught by Leod’s large hands as he clasps my upper arms.

  “Shh, sweet,” he says, but despite his soothing, rumbly tone pulling enticingly at my instincts to relax and trust that my alpha’s in control, the kidnappers’ command brings too terrifying images to my mind that I can’t give in. I’ve heard of women being fisted before, but just the thought makes my pussy clench in horror. And Leod’s got big hands.

  Leod squeezes my arms gently, reassuring me with his presence. When our eyes meet again, he strokes his thumbs across my skin. “I won’t. I promise.”

  “You fucking better,” the guy with his cock out snarls. “I wanna see her take all five knuckles!”

  “Ignore them,” Leod says. His voice is still as calm and reassuring as if we were alone, but the edge of steel in it lets me know he’s not going to bend on this. “It’s just you and me here, darling. Just me worshiping your body. Okay?”

  I nod slowly. As long as he looks at me like that, like I’m the only one in the whole world, it’s easier to ignore our audience.

  Leod takes my hand in his and places it against the crotch of his pants. The bulge there feels enormous, and I can’t help but look down.

  It’s a miracle he hasn’t burst his zipper yet, the way his cock is straining to be set free.

  “I want you, Leigh. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life.”

  There’s something in his voice, something more than just sexual urgency, but when he places his hand against my pussy and presses his thumb in against my still-oversensitive clit, my focus scatters like leaves to the wind.

  “Tell me you want me, too.”

  “I do,” I rasp.

  Leod moves his hand from mine where he’s pressing it against his groin and holds it out to his side, palm up. “Rope.”

  I keep my eyes on his until he pulls his hand back, displaying a length of nylon rope.

  “On your stomach.”

  I obey, making sure not to look at the two o
ther men in the room as I swivel around. Once I’m face-down in the sheets, Leod moves off the bed and walks to the headboard. Silently, he grasps my hands and pulls them up above my head. The rope scratches my skin as he secures it around my wrists, but it only adds to the tension building between us.

  I have a vague notion that I shouldn’t be the least bit okay with letting a man I hardly know tie me to a bed, not even taking our audience into consideration… but I am. He could—and has—taken me without any restraints in place before, his ample strength more than enough to ensure my compliance. But there’s just something about the symbolism of giving up my control to him so completely that has me shivering with anticipation.

  Leod secures my wrists to the headboard, and then moves to my feet. He pulls first my left ankle to the side, tying it securely to one of the legs, and then does the same with my right ankle, leaving me spread open and oh-so vulnerable.

  The bed dips as he climbs between my legs, and I gasp softly when I feel his fingers brush over my outer pussy lips.

  He doesn’t stop there, though. Without pause he spreads my lips and delves into my tight heat with two, big fingers. I’m so wet from my orgasm I take him without too much resistance, even though my pussy still has to stretch to accommodate him.

  He pumps me slowly a couple of times, but just as it starts to feel good he withdraws again.

  I whine at the loss—and then swallow hard when something rounded, hard and much bigger than his fingers press against my opening.

  “You better make it rough, Leod, and you better give her the fucking knot,” someone sneers from behind me, but I don’t have time to think about it, because in the next second he forces the entire length of his huge cock inside of me in one, rough push.

  The sound of his balls slapping against my flesh as he hilts me is drowned out by my agonized wail.

  Fuck, he’s so impossibly big! I thrash in my binds against the brutal penetration, but there is no give in the ropes. No matter how much I struggle there’s nothing I can do to escape his hugeness stretching me excruciatingly wide.

  Not that I’d want to, even if I could.

  Every part of my desperately clutching pussy feels his presence, the veins running along his thick cock, and the pulse of his heart. I feel so utterly and completely conquered—and nothing has ever felt better.

  That is, until he thrusts.

  If I thought our first time was rough, it was only because I didn’t know what true ferocity lay beneath the surface of the alpha who’s claimed me as his. He fucks me so hard I have to grit my teeth not to bite my own tongue, his grueling length forcing me open to the core over and over and over again. The fast, wet slapping of his hips against my ass as my pussy smacks for him is only drowned out by the bed’s violent creaking and my desperate screams.

  How the other occupants of the motel don’t come running I have no idea, because for anyone hearing me, I know it must seem like I am truly being raped. I can’t hold back the tears, nor stop myself from fighting against the ropes holding me down as I am fucked so brutally I can’t contain it.

  But nothing could be farther from the truth.

  My alpha’s hands are on my hips, my back, my shoulders, grabbing me, holding me so tightly I know he’ll never let me go. His breath comes in harsh pants, punctuated by groans of pleasure when my battered pussy takes him to the hilt, along with the occasional, growled, “Fuck! Yes! Take it!”

  I know with certainty that he’s never taken a woman like he’s taking me now, and in every touch of his body against mine I can feel the bone-deep pleasure he gets every time my pussy is forced to swallow him to the root. It enhances my own, physical ecstasy tenfold, and it takes me less than two minutes to start climbing toward my first peak.

  He feels me clutching tighter around him, and without pausing his brutal pace, he changes the angle of his thrusts. When his cock’s fat mushroom head drives directly into my G-spot, I see stars.

  “Fuck! God! Shit! Fuck!” I nearly dislocate a shoulder in my fight against the ropes as he drills the spongy spot on my frontal walls with all the power of his strong body, but he’s having none of it. A large hand between my shoulder blades presses me into the mattress hard enough to stop my fighting, and then there’s nothing I can do but take it.

  I come so hard I nearly pass out.

  The white-hot crackling of my climax shoots through my body not like a wave, but an explosion of release. I scream until my voice gives out, rocking back against the hard cock lodged inside me all the way to my cervix. He’s mercifully stopped the maddening thrusts while my pussy clamps down like a vise around him, letting me ride out the powerful orgasm at my own pace.

  Only when my pussy finally stops spasming some minutes later and I fall down flat on my stomach, completely spent, does he continue.

  I whimper in protest, and then wail when he quickly picks up the pace until he’s riding me as viciously as before, but there’s no more mercy to be found.

  I come five more times from his ruthless pummeling of my conquered sheath, until I finally have no more left to give. I lay sprawled underneath the huge alpha’s rutting body, taking his cock with only a soft whimper until finally, I start to feel the increasing stretch in the bottom part of my entrance that signifies his knot beginning to form.

  He fucks me with the full length of his shaft until the swelling begins to catch against my opening. When he finally slows down, grinding the knot against my stretched pussy lips, I grit my teeth, because I know what’s coming.

  His hand returns to my spine, but this time it feels more like a comforting touch than insurance that I’ll stay put.

  And then, it comes.

  Despite my gritted teeth I cry out as his knot pushes through my resisting entrance, nestling in right behind my stretched lips. He continues to take me with short, quick jabs as his knot swells inside of me, and soon my pussy flutters in desperation as he grinds into my already depleted G-spot.

  “One more, baby,” he growls above me, his voice hoarse and raw from sex. “Give me one more.”

  I have no choice but to obey.

  When his knot finally reaches its full size, my pussy locks every muscle in my violated core down tight around it, and I come with a hoarse sob from the unrelenting pressure.

  Leod roars out above me, clasping both hands around my hips, and finally I feel the warm rush of his semen pulsing rapidly against my cervix as he comes.

  We stay like that for several minutes, unmoving save for the jerks of his cock as he unloads his seed deep inside of me, both of us gasping for air.

  After some time, he wraps his strong arms underneath and around me and buries his face in the crook of my neck. It’s such a sweet gesture, so completely at odds with the rough fucking he’s just given me, that I can’t help but smile into the scratchy sheets. My alpha.

  “Thanks for the show.” The condescending voice from behind us makes both of us jerk—sometime during the past half hour, we’ve both forgotten we weren’t alone in the room.

  Above me, Leod rips his head around with a snarl like nothing I’ve ever heard before. He sounds like a terrifying predator about to maim.

  “Oh, give it a rest. You’re knotted so thoroughly to that pussy I’d be surprised if you’ll be able to get off her within the next hour.” One of the kidnappers, the one who videotaped us, comes into my field of vision when he steps around to the side of the bed. “I can see why you’re fond of this one—she took that fucking like a champ. Too bad for you the public won’t see anything but a poor girl getting raped within an inch of her life.”

  Leod snarls again, and I feel a sharp tug from between my legs when he lunges at the other alpha. My broken cry of distress makes him pull back before he can reach the smug male, but his threatening growl is never-wavering. He hunches above me in a protective pose, shielding my body from the kidnappers as much as he can while we’re still tied.

  “All right, I guess we’re all done, then,” the other alpha says. “Be
sure to turn on the news tonight so you can see what it looks like to literally fuck your political career to smithereens.”

  Leod’s growl doesn’t stop until the motel door closes behind the two thugs. Then, slowly, the rumbling noise from his chest changes to a deep, soothing purr.

  Exhausted, I close my eyes and relax underneath my alpha.

  Chapter Three

  The city is in uproar.

  I can’t hear the people on the streets, but it’s easy to see. They’re gathering in large groups instead of making their way home from work along the pavement, and many are waving the same front page photo from the masquerade in the air that my kidnapper showed me earlier.

  I look at them out the tinted windows of Leod’s car as his driver slowly makes his way through the congested traffic and wonder how much worse it’ll get when they see the video Bremen’s men just shot.

  The silent alpha by my side called the driver to pick us up at the motel once his knot went down enough to break the coital tie, and he didn’t so much as blink at the seedy location, the disheveled woman in his employer’s arms as Leod carried me to the car, or the stench of sex that still fills the car now, a good forty-five minutes after we left the motel. I guess being a politician’s driver quickly teaches you not to ask questions.

  I glance at Leod—Peter—out the corner of my eye. He hasn’t said a word to me since he untied me from the bed, and if there ever was an embodiment of the term broody, it would definitely be him. His forehead is locked in a permanent frown and his normally so icy gray eyes are dark, his expression withdrawn.

  Not that I can really blame him. He’s just sacrificed his entire career by letting his enemy get the upper hand.

  I have a vague sensation that I should feel guilty—he had to let go of all his political ambitions to save my life, after all. But I just… don’t. I don’t even feel angry or scared—or violated—after what we just had to do. No, I feel oddly… elated. Content. Like something in the core of my being has slid into place, and I’m finally right where I need to be.

  Damn hormones.