Free Steel: Blue Collar Wolves #3 (Mating Season Collection) by Ronin Winters, Mating Season Collection Page A

all was the fierceness of gold eyes on her. “Got to say, you pack a hell of a punch, Red. Granny taught you well.”
    It was a tangible wrench, but Regan tore herself away from those eyes, going instead to the chains which held her tethered to the bed. The coil was long enough to allow her a full range of motion with her arms, but didn’t allow beyond that. The metal was thick, as were the wood slots he had fitted the cuffs through. Solid and domineering, the chains, the bed, the man himself. She’d pull her bonds later, of course, but she’d do it knowing it was useless. Escaping wasn’t going to be as easy as rusty chains or rotted wood.
    “Looking for escape?” The voice wasn’t mocking, but it wasn’t innocent either, and whether he meant to or not, it was hitting all her buttons and making her usually even temper go wild.
    That , she couldn’t let happen. She needed to keep it together until she could get out of here. He’d screw up, think her a poor, weak, stupid woman, their meeting be damned.
    Soon, he’d underestimate her.
    And that’s when he’d be dead.
    “Rather handy you having these chains around. Got a BDSM kink?” Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to taunt him, but if something was going to happen, she wanted it done now. The sooner he lost his temper and began to hurt her however he meant to, the sooner she’d be on the path to freedom.
    Those gold eyes glowed, a good sign she was getting under his skin. Werewolves only had a few traits that revealed what they were when in human form, the most obvious being their eyes. They took on a slight glow with extreme emotion. It was usually quick enough that, if the person seeing it didn’t know werewolves existed, they’d attribute it to a trick of the light or something in their own eyes.
    People could explain anything away when they didn’t want to think on the possibilities of what they were seeing.
    His eyes wandered her form, starting at the top of her head and in a slow, unhurried perusal followed the slope of her nose, down to the swell of her chest and the taut length of her stomach. He paused, only a moment, as he took in the cradle of her hips and the juncture between her thighs, before following the long length of her legs still encased in the jeans she wore last night. When his eyes met hers again, they were a molten gold, leaving no doubt he wasn’t human. “Part of me would like nothing more than to have you like this forever, but I guarantee, if I kept you here, chained? You’d beg me never…let you…free .”
    The combination of those hot eyes and that smoky voice twisted something in her belly, deep and low, a pleasurable pressure no man – no wolf  – had ever set within her before. She swallowed, looked away, refusing to meet those gold eyes anymore.
    Reframe. Regroup. Don’t let him turn this on you.
    Breathing deep, pushing the unease of how easily this creature set her alight, Regan looked back. “You’re alpha?”
    “Are you asking me or telling me, hunter?” His stance changed, became more aggressive as he pushed away from the wall, no longer leaning against it. “I wasn’t expecting to walk out a bar and get shot at. Where are your partners?”
    Now she looked away in defiance. The world outside the lacy curtains was only trees from what she could see, no other houses. More importantly, though the window was open, there was no sounds of cars or voices of people. It seemed she was isolated here.
    The creak of a floorboard heralded his coming closer, and though she thought she’d prepared herself, her muscles jumped and bunched, awaiting what he was going to do next.
    And then he was there, crouching above her, his nose above her ear, following her jaw down to her throat, and she held fast, forbidding herself to arch her neck and show the length to him.
    His breath was hot, prickling her skin tight where it settled against her. “Tell me your name,” and the sensual command in his voice had a vision of her