WitchofArundaleHall by Jennifer Leeland

mouth.
    When he had kissed her days earlier, he had ravaged her
lips, demanding her response. This time he simply overwhelmed her. He broke
away and pinned her to the bed. He extended his claws, a partial change that
shocked her into stillness. With them he ripped away her bedclothes and left
her naked before his needy stare.
    Her senses returned enough to try to escape but he captured
her easily and shoved her facedown onto the mattress. “Did you know that a
Claiming can be done if I release my seed in your arse?”
    It should have disgusted her. Instead she buried her head in
the linen and tried to hide the telltale blush on her face. Her whole body
heated, remembering how he’d stroked her there, visions of tableaus she’d seen.
She wanted to resist him, to reject this, but her heart longed for his
possession and her body already belonged to him.
    “But I am not going to Claim you that way,” he said in a low,
gravely tone. He turned her onto her back and loomed over her, his cock pressed
against her thigh, his face thrust into hers. “I am going to tie you to this
bed and make you come at least three times before I spill my seed in your sweet
cunt.”
    Her breath caught in her throat but she managed to snap back,
“I will fight you.”
    His smile was slow and wicked. “I hope so.”
    She arched her back and heaved against him, hoping to
dislodge him, to throw him off her. Instead it only scraped her nipples against
his chest and caused him to shift his hips to pin her. He used her shredded,
discarded nightgown to tie her to the bed, his movements rough and
uncontrolled.
    Now that she was at his mercy she could only hold still,
give him nothing, including a fight that would only arouse them both. Every
touch he tortured her with made her want to tremble but she wouldn’t allow her
body to respond. If she could remain quiet he would think she was cold. No
chance he would believe her indifferent.
    “You think to deny me your response?” He bent over her, his
restraints holding her in place, his words sliding through her. “Try. But I am
determined that when the morning light comes through that window, you will know
that you belong to me. And that you do so of your own free will.”
    Out of despair Sarah sought to stop him. “By tying me to
this bed you give me no choice.”
    He smiled. “You surrendered to me tied before. You and I
will both know, even if you deny it.”
    She wanted to shout at him, to scream her denial. But when
he swooped in to take possession of her lips she was lost. Her whimper seemed
to unleash something as wild and untamed as the beast beneath his skin. His
hands roamed her body with a devastating knowledge that crumbled her resistance
and destroyed her resolve. He broke the kiss only to move to her neck, to bite
her sensitive skin there, to leave a mark of his ownership that would fade as
the other Claim never would.
    If she had truly wanted to be free of him she might have
cried, been able to hold back her arousal. But she had lied to herself as well
as to him. She wanted no freedom from him. She loved him and wanted his
possession as much as he seemed to need to possess her.
    There was nothing left but empty resistance. To surrender
was to admit to him that she was weak and helpless in the face of his desire. That
she could never do. She twisted and wrenched against the restraints. When he
ducked his head closer to nibble on her earlobe, she bit his neck.
    It should have discouraged him. Instead it seemed to inflame
him. His fingers found the sensitive nub between her legs and she gasped when
he pressed his thumb against it. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. His
mouth devastated her, traveling over her collarbone, the top of her breasts and
finally capturing one of her nipples. When his tongue curled around her raised
flesh, she cried out and arched toward him.
    She yanked on the restraints, her need for the biting pain
almost as frantic as the desire for his touch. He