Free Wolfen Domination by Celeste Anwar Page B

then his chest.  Erin was so mesmerized by the play of hard, bulging
muscles with his movements that it took her several moments to realize his
back, chest and arms were marred with scars--round scars--at least a half a
dozen, she thought, though it was very likely that some of the bullets had
passed through him and made two holes.
                She found it nearly impossible to accept that
he’d been hit that many times and survived.
                But then again … he wasn’t human.
                Strange that she had to remind herself of that
now when before she hadn’t thought of him as human at all.
                Or maybe it wasn’t so strange.  In the scheme of
things, the revulsion she’d learned for her own species because of the things
they were capable of made it a little harder to decide which species was more
animalistic than the other.  He, at least, had had ample reason to behave as he
had.  He’d been put through things that would have broken a human’s mind.  The
pursuit of knowledge wasn’t an excuse for what they’d done to him--and to her.
                He leaned over her, bracing a fist on either side
of her on the bed and she realized the question hadn’t been purely rhetorical. 
He wanted to know.  The problem was … there was no simple answer.  “If I’d
wanted you dead, I didn’t have to do anything at all.  They would’ve destroyed
you when they were done.  Don’t tell me you don’t know that!”
                It wasn’t the answer he’d been looking for.  She
could see that in his expression.  He pushed away from her abruptly, stood up. 
Her heart squeezed painfully in her chest when he pulled a long knife from a
sheathe on his belt, testing the sharpness of the blade with the ball of his
thumb.
                His gaze moved from the thin cut on his thumb to
her, snagging her gaze for a pregnant moment.  “You should hold real still, chère .”
                She stared at him blankly, unable to grasp what
he meant until he leaned over her and grasped the leg of her trousers.  Hooking
the knife under it, he drew it upward slowly.  She jerked instinctively and felt
a sting as the tip of the blade nicked her thigh.  “What are you doing?” she
gasped with a mixture of horror and outrage.
                He didn’t even glance at her.  His concentration
was focused on slicing her clothing off.  When he’d sliced the cloth through
the waistband, he moved around the bed and repeated the process.  Her panties
didn’t take even half as long to remove.
                “Jesse!  Stop!  Don’t do this!  Whatever you
think I’ve done, you’re wrong.”
                He ignored that, too.  Her blouse fared no better
than her pants.  She started struggling despite the warning when he grasped the
straps of her bra.  “You made your point!  Stop it!”
                Having cut the straps, he slipped the knife
beneath the part of the bra that connected the cups and sliced it before his
gaze met hers again.  “I haven’t even begun ta make my point, chère ,” he
said in a low, menacing growl.
                Erin licked her lips, jogging her mind for
anything she might say to reason with him.  “I did the only thing I could.  I
knew they would shoot at you, but at least it gave you a chance.  There was no other chance.  I couldn’t get out of the facility myself.”
                His eyes narrowed as he studied her
thoughtfully.  “Me, I’m thinkin’ you didn’t care one way or the other, chère ,
so long as I was gone.  I’m thinkin’ you figured that was the only way to make
sure they didn’t put you in with me again, because you’d realized you was
startin’ to like me fuckin’ you.”
                Erin felt the blood rush from her face that he’d
hit so near the mark.  It flooded back with a