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heel of her boot down, hard, on his instep.
God damn mother-fucking son of a bitch! Rick howled, hopping back from her, his face completely
blank with shock. What did you do that for?
She leaned on her cane, trying her best to keep her expression serene in the face of his growing anger.
You do not go through my things. You do not open my mail. You do not answer my cell phone unless I
ask you to. You do not read my e-mail. You do not go through my checkbook. She stopped for a moment,
mentally counting up the things she didn t want her overbearing mate to stick his big nose into. You can
take my car to be inspected. All insects shall be slain by you. If I have a doctor s appointment, you may
drop me off, but I won t have you there growling at the nurses or my physical therapist, so you ll go do
shopping or Pack things until I m done. You will not forbid me to do anything, or you ll live to regret it.
Nair in your shampoo type regrets. Not that she d ever go through with that threat. His hair was truly
beautiful, and she d sooner cut off her own arm than one single inch of it. Oh, and one other thing. She
reached up and patted him on the chest. The Halle Pride leaders are my friends, okay? So I want you to
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stop picturing Simon s balls in a pickle jar in your fridge. She smiled up at him, all sweetness and light,
not surprised by the fact that his face had gone expressionless.
Is that all?
Not quite. You re going with me to Florida in April. You ll need to buy a suit.
He pulled her jacket off, his jerky movements betraying his lingering anger. Why is that?
Emma asked me to be a bridesmaid, and I said yes. One of the garment bags brought up here should
be my dress, in fact.
I already own a suit.
She sniffed, knowing how it would annoy him. I ll have to see what it looks like. She tried to
saunter into the living room but was hampered by her limp.
His long suffering sigh followed her as she made her way into the bedroom.
Holy moly. If the front of the home had been full of decadence, the bedroom eclipsed it entirely.
Sapphire blue silk mixed with burgundy on a four-poster bed so massive it would swallow her five-foot-
six-inch frame whole. It looked like something out of a tropical bordello.
I can t wait to see your skin against all that silk.
Belle turned to find Rick standing behind her, so close she was surprised she didn t feel his breath on
the back of her neck.
She did feel it when he leaned down and licked a slow, torturous path from her shoulder to her ear,
stopping to nibble at the sensitive juncture where her neck and shoulder met. Without even thinking she
tilted her head, giving him better access.
His hands went around her waist, holding her steady as he nibbled and sucked to his heart s content.
I have a few ground rules, myself.
Hmm? Belle opened her eyes, only then aware she d closed them. The ruby silk had turned a deep
brown, letting her know her eyes had changed. Her Puma was purring as her mate s scent surrounded her.
Fuck, that s sexy. His low growl against her neck sent a shiver down her spine.
What ground rules?
Is that my voice? Even at his best, Simon had never gotten her to whimper, and Rick had barely
touched her!
She could feel his smile against her neck and knew he d heard it. My rules are simple. His hands
slowly lifted the hem of her black turtleneck. Rule number one. When we re in the bedroom, you have to
be naked.
She dropped her cane as he pulled her sweater up and over her head, tossing it carelessly onto a
fringed, backless chaise done in the same sapphire blue as the bedding. At least she thought it was blue. It
was the same shade of brown as the blue parts of the bedding.
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His hands began a slow caress of her breasts through the lace of her bra, paying special attention to
her nipples. Rule number two: when it comes to your health, I will be involved. Get over it. And I already
paid your medical bills, so get over that, too.
She would have protested, but he chose that moment to unclasp her bra and pluck at her bared nipples.
His hair cascaded over her shoulder, brushing her breasts and belly with butterfly touches. Rule
number three. His hands began smoothing down her stomach, heading for her black slacks. I will stop
picturing Simon s pickled balls when I know for certain you re completely mine.
Belle turned in his arms, not surprised by the fierce, possessive scowl on Rick s face. She reached up
and stroked his cheek. I m all yours, Rick.
His hands stilled at her waist. With a muffled oath he picked her up, buried his face against her neck,
and bit.
Belle screamed as the pleasure-pain ripped through her. Her claws dug into his shoulders, earning a
growl from his Wolf as the orgasm rolled through her with the force of a freight train. She jerked in his
arms, her good leg lifting to wrap around his waist, her pussy grinding against his rock-hard erection
through her slacks and his jeans.
When his teeth pulled out of her shoulder she groaned in regret, only to scream again as he bit down
in a different spot with a rough snarl. He howled against her flesh as she bit back, right through his silk
shirt, claiming the man who held her so tightly she knew he d never let her go.
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Rick couldn t stand it any longer. He pulled and tugged her slacks as gently as his growing sense of
urgency would allow, unwilling to cause her a moment s pain. He longed to just use his strength to rip the
damn things from her hot little body, but he retained enough sanity to know how much that would hurt her
hip.
So he unzipped, and unbuttoned, and thank God, pulled them down those long, luscious legs of hers.
The boots she wore flew as he toppled her onto the bed face first, that incredible ass of hers right in his
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