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leaving a sacrifice for the wares, but in this day and age?
       Totally unaware of his nudity, Nate pressed his body close into Gina, sharing his warmth as he struggled to untie the ropes that held her standing upright against the tree. In other circumstances, he could see it would have been very erotic—a half naked woman tied to a tree and left for the pleasure of the werewolves. Just this particular were wasn't thinking thoughts about dinner, but about sex…
       A shudder traveled through her, physically rocking him as he stood chest to chest with her, her slight figure dwarfed by his heavier frame. If nothing else, it reminded him that now was not the time to be letting his imagination run wild. Her nightgown was almost transparent in the moonlight, and delicious as she looked with every curve lovingly outlined by the clinging fabric, she had to be cold.
       Even with the warmth of his body pressed against her, her nipples were hard little buds that teased at his senses—and at his self-control. He desperately wanted to bend down and take one into his mouth. It was no longer only the cold that was making him uncomfortable.
       Hell, she was the very image of the naked sacrificial victim of his fantasies. Perhaps when it was summer, he could persuade her to come back here to play?
       As if that was likely to happen after tonight's trauma. She was more likely to scream in fear than pleasure if he so much as suggested tying her down. He heard his own groan of disbelief echo round the clearing. He was an insensitive brute to even be thinking like he was at the moment, and he knew it.
       Nate's jaw clenched at the effort it took to banish the images of her writhing under his tongue. Her pale skin would be translucent, checkered by shadows as the breeze riffled its way through the trees, her eyes would be closed in ecstasy, and all the time she'd be struggling fruitlessly against her bonds, helpless to
    escape his marauding mouth and hands…
       Where the hell was Sebastian? He couldn't keep Gina warm and untie her at the same time. And he certainly couldn't keep his way-too-vivid imagination under control while he was forced to stand here with his cock jammed between her legs, and her breath fluttering so softly against his neck. He could actually feel the life flowing through her now, his heightened senses still able to hear the flow of blood in her veins and the painful gasping as she drew in air.
       And Rafe and Rob, too. He definitely wanted them to show up soon. Still huddled as close to her unconscious body as possible, Nate lifted his head and howled at the moon. He needed them all, and he needed them now.
       He'd accepted his fate, and he refused to lose her to whatever prick had decided to use her as live wolfbait. Do you hear me? He breathed the words into her ear, needing to tell her, even though he knew she couldn't hear him. "You're mine. And I'll not let you go."
       Never.
       Nate wrapped himself even more tightly around her, closed his eyes and did something he hadn't done for years. He prayed.

Chapter Eleven

    Gina didn't bother opening her eyes, but snuggled closer to the warmth surrounding her. Nate. He was here after all. She felt her lips curve in a tiny, satisfied smile and tried to reach for her quilt. There was still a cool patch to one side where it had slipped from the bed.
       Mmmm. Her muscles sagged against him as she tried to relax. Warm again. Finally.
       She nuzzled her face into Nate's chest, enjoying the pleasantly masculine feeling of his hair scraping against her skin. He smelt good, too. Like the outdoors. Like pine trees.
       Pine trees? That wasn't what he'd smelt like when he'd come for dinner. Maybe he used more than one cologne. Still, she couldn't quite remember what he was doing in her bed right now. Actually, she had a vague memory of spending Saturday night at home, by herself.
       An icy breeze glided over the curve of her