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First published March 10, 2004





"Being violent is easy, too easy." He brushed it off. "Holding back, being gentle, restraining your strength when it's not needed, that takes--"
"Character," she said. "Loads of it."

"Take the wine." She lifted it. "And drink. Drink it all, until the last swallow, and then give me that last swallow from your mouth."

"Perhaps next time I have wine in my mouth," he murmured against her lips, "you'll let me put your legs on my shoulders, and I'll put my mouth on your pussy, slip my tongue in your c@nt and let all that warm, red wine run down inside. Mix with your sweet taste and drink from that."
"It's like going into a temple and seeing the sacred relic there," she said, her voice still no louder than his held breath. "Wanting to touch it. Not because someone told you not to, though there is that." Her lips curved slightly. "But because you can sense a living presence in it, just beneath the surface of the elements. And you know, if you can just touch it, really feel it, feel what it means, what its soul is made of, then you can be part of it. Forever connected, never alone."
(…)
"I'm all yours, sugar," he said. "My soul is yours."
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After they ate, he curled up behind her on the bed in his room, stroking her hair until she fell asleep watching out the window as the moon rose over the marsh. When she woke, its light was streaming in. She held her hand up to it, watched the play of silver on her pale skin.
A large hand lifted into her vision, entwined its fingers with her own, and she felt Mac's broad chest pressed into her shoulder blades.
And I'm not alone.

"It was something I didn't know, didn't understand. Not until I met you. I was looking for you. My Mistress. Mine," he said fiercely. "It's you. You're the beginning and the end of it all for me. The reason for it. I know it doesn't make sense after less than a week. But I know it. I just do."

"It's over, Violet," he said, and his voice was rough. "Don't let it take any part of what we were from us." He caught her hand from his stomach and bit her fingers, not gently. "I'm yours. I never stopped being yours."
“You’re mine, Mackenzie, and I don’t share you, not even with memories.”
“I can take care of you, cherish you, and not consider you weak.”
“This man was big. Over six feet, the broadness in his shoulders was enough to accelerate her heart rate. He was pure male animal. No matter what soap, deodorant or cologne he used, he wouldn’t be able to obliterate the scent. He was powerful, a predator, but what made him absolutely irresistible to her, overriding her common sense, was that he was a sexual submissive. An alpha wolf who chose the role of beta in the bedroom, but only for the right woman.”
“She wanted to tame the stallion that could not be tamed.”
“You won’t use me or survive me, Mackenzie… When I’m done with you, you’ll belong to me. Heart, cock and soul.”
“You’re tearing me into pieces, sugar.”
“And I’ll know how to put them together,”
“… she’d found the fairy tale, someone who would share her life as well as her bed, someone who understood what she was, who she was. All the corners and rooms.”





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An alpha wolf who chose the role of beta in the bedroom, but only for the right woman.

“Everything that happens to you here is my will, for your pleasure and my own. I’m going to fuck you hard, and there’s going to be nothing left for you to hold onto except me. I’m tearing everything away. From this moment forward, you’ll always know who your Mistress is.”

“So what’s your safe word, Mackenzie?” she asked, passing her hand down the same trail, using her nails a bit.
“I don’t use one. If I can’t take it, I don’t deserve you.”
...
“Well, I’m giving you a safe word. Water. You ask for water, I ease off.”
“I’ll die of thirst first.”


“She chose the adjective deliberately. Handsome or sexy conveyed surface appeal. Beautiful addressed the whole package, inside and out.”
“You’ll need to take it easy on him, Tyler. He comes off tough as nails, but if you find the way in, he can be hurt.
We all can, love. We all can.”
“This man was big. Over six feet, the broadness in his shoulders was enough to accelerate her heart rate. He was pure male animal. No matter what soap, deodorant or cologne he used, he wouldn’t be able to obliterate the scent. He was powerful, a predator, but what made him absolutely irresistible to her, overriding her common sense, was that he was a sexual submissive. An alpha wolf who chose the role of beta in the bedroom, but only for the right woman.”
