Free Wolfen Domination by Celeste Anwar Page A

hinges.  Erin’s
head spun as he turned to close it again, bolting it.  She caught a glimpse of
a surprisingly comfortable living room and then he crossed the room and opened
another door.
                She let out a gasp of fright as he shifted her
from his shoulder and she felt herself falling.  She bit her tongue when she
hit the mattress and bounced.  Before she could recover from the fall, he
grabbed her bound wrists and yanked her arms over her head.  She tried to jerk
free, twisting at the waist at the same time to kick him.  He released his grip
on her hands long enough to shove her flat and straddle her, then pushed her
arms above her head again and secured them to the headboard.
                Even in the dimness of the room the look he bent
upon her was enough to freeze the blood in her veins.
                She was too mindless with fear to consider giving
up without a fight though.  The minute he climbed off of her, she launched
another attack, drawing her knees up and kicking out at him.  He sprawled
across her, pinning her to the bed as he grabbed one leg, straightened it in
spite of all she could do to prevent it and tied something around her ankle.
                She winced as he jerked the knot tight.
                He levered himself off of her then.
                She swung her foot at his face as he reached to
grab her other ankle.  He caught it mid-air.  Shoving her leg to the mattress,
he looped something around her ankle and jerked that tight as well.
                She stared at him, panting for breath as he got
off the bed and moved around to the foot, checking the rope he’d used to secure
her ankles.
                Apparently satisfied, he moved away from the
bed.  Erin heard a scratching noise.  The smell of sulfur wafted past her nose
as a match sprang to life.  Holding it to the wick of a lamp, he adjusted it,
replaced the globe over the flame and moved back to the bed, setting the lamp
down on a small table beside it.
                Erin’s belly tightened spasmodically as he
settled on the side of the bed and she saw his face clearly for the first time
in the light of the lamp.
                Her memories hadn’t done him justice.  Or maybe
she had simply never really looked at him before when she’d only thought of him
as an animal?
                Analyzed one by one, she supposed there was
nothing particularly remarkable about his features or the lean plains of his
cheeks and strong jaw and chin.  There was a hint of a cleft in his chin and a
slightly crescent shaped dimple in each cheek, faintly visible even when he wasn’t
smiling.  His nose was straight and well shaped, his nostrils flaring in a way
that left them just shy of a perpetual sneer.  His lips were well defined, but
thin and hard.  His brows were nothing more than a thick, dark slash, without a
hint of an arch.
                His eyes of all his features, was the only one
truly remarkable.  Surrounded by thick, curling black lashes, they would’ve
been beautiful if not for the fury glittering in them as he studied her.
                Taken together as a whole, he was enough to knock
any red blooded woman’s socks off, particularly with the long, glossy black
hair that framed his purely male face.
                “I thought you were dead,” she said finally.
                His lips tightened.  “Thought?  Or hoped?”
                She felt the color leave her face.  “You think I
wanted you dead?”
                “Didn’t you?  Isn’t that why you released me?  It
was you, wasn’t it, chère ?”
                She gaped at him in disbelief.  “I was trying to
help….”
                “Me?  Or yourself?” he growled menacingly.
                Dragging his shirt off, he displayed his back for
her and