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  “They offered us amnesty for our nonexistent crimes if we would turn ourselves in and submit to genetic testing. Of course we refused, so they had no choice but to round us up and incarcerate us for the ‘safety of the general population.’ Riots ensued and the rest is history. The morph colonies were fortified, and all technology within the boundaries was prohibited. Now the colonies are basically maximum security quarantine areas inside which we roam free.”

  “Inside which you’re completely dependent upon them for your very existence.” She shook her head, disgust clear in her expression.

  He smiled and consciously released his tension with a deep breath. “They like to think so, but we’re not as helpless as they imagine. Game is released at their discretion, but fish is still plentiful. Most of our parents spent their lives in cages. This isn’t so bad.” Her familiar scent soothed him more than it should have. He spent too much time in the trees tracking her, following her when she had no idea he was there. “I didn’t tell you all this so you’d feel sorry for me. I told you so you’d begin to understand the world around you. You didn’t even know the difference between a jaguar and a leopard.”

  Sasha refused to be baited by the insult. Her head was still reeling from all he’d said. “It’s a common mistake. Jaguars are bigger, but the two look very much alike.”

  How could she verify the information Grant had dumped at her feet without becoming a target herself? Her instinct, that voice deep inside, told her he spoke the truth. The morphs had never seemed hostile to her. They had seemed frustrated and disgusted and demoralized, but not dangerous.

  Well, some of them were definitely dangerous. Or they could be driven to acts of violence. Like what she’d witnessed in the forest.

  “There are only three jaguars at Alpha Colony and all three are male. As soon as you saw Sheila in human form, you should have known she was a leopard. It’s simple inventory.”

  “You’re right. I haven’t done my homework. I don’t know nearly as much about you and your people as I should.” They lapsed into silence and she stared beyond him. She needed his touch, needed to understand the feelings churning inside her. She was naked and restrained, and yet she felt no danger. He could do anything he wanted with her. Why wasn’t she afraid? “Will you teach me what I need to know?”

  In the span of a heartbeat he was in front of her again, hands framing her face. “Are you sure you’re ready to learn?”

  He wasn’t human, but he was no mindless beast. It might be wrong to want him, but she had never felt this way about a human male, never hungered for one, ached to feel them moving deep inside her while the rest of the world faded away.

  “I’m ready,” she whispered.

  “We’ll take it a step at a time. You give me something I want, and I’ll give you something you want.”

  “That sounds fair.” Even though she was chained at the foot of his bed, he wasn’t leaving her helpless.

  “Kiss me, really kiss me, and I’ll tell you about the rebellion.”

  “There’s a rebellion? Against who?”

  He chuckled and lowered his head, brushing his lips against hers. “I want your tongue in my mouth.”

  Happy to oblige, she tilted her head and fitted her mouth over his, finding the best angle. It was a bit awkward without being able to use her hands, but he more than compensated by wrapping his arm around her back and pressing her snugly against his chest. His lips parted, warm and waiting, but it was obvious he wanted her to kiss him.

  She traced the seam of his lips with her tongue, then slowly pushed inside. His deep groan was its own reward. She licked and slid, exploring with ever bolder strokes until his tongue curled around hers and the kiss became wildly interactive.

  “Dyauna.” He whispered the name against her kiss-swollen lips. “She’s leading a rebellion against Maddox and his Barbary pride.”

  She tried to break away, to ask more questions, but Grant no longer seemed interested in conversation. His hands moved boldly over her body, cupping her breasts and stroking her skin, rubbing against her as if he owned her body and soul.

  It was damn hard to object when everything he did felt incredibly good and made her hunger for more. Quid pro quo. He’d suggested the concept and it was the only way she’d retain any semblance of her sanity.

  “Tell me more about Maddox, and I’ll let you put your fingers inside me.” Her voice sounded strangled, but the bold suggestion was enough to raise Grant’s head from her breast. Anger snapped in his gaze and his hands tightened against her flesh. “Isn’t that the deal?” She took a deep breath, determined to come out of this with her dignity intact. “Information for physical submission?”

  He wrapped his arm around her waist and pressed her against his hips. His face hovered over hers, eyes intense. He eased back and pushed his hand between her thighs, then parted her folds. “We’re venturing dangerously close to that elusive line. Are you sure you’ll be able to stop once you feel me moving inside you?”

  “Fingers. That’s all I’m offering.”

  Two long fingers drilled into her core, the fullness just enough to make her moan. “I’ll gladly take whatever you freely offer. I’d just hoped you’d start to see beyond the game.” He stared into her eyes, his fingers a constant reminder of what they really wanted.

  All he had to do was rid himself of the jeans and replace his fingers with his cock. She was desperate for motion or clitoral stimulation. He gave her neither. She rocked her hips and dropped her head back on her shoulders, refusing to look at him as her inner muscles rippled and clenched.

  “How’s that feel?”

  With her limbs spread and secured, all she could do was accept what he chose to give. He had to know this wouldn’t get her off. It was only driving her crazy. Perhaps that was the point. She was still trying to maintain control. Make the game interactive. He wanted her passive, submissive -- well, that just wasn’t her.

  “Tell me about Maddox,” she snapped. If he’d just move his fingers or touch her clit this would be a lot more interesting.

  “He’s a Barbary lion shifter, very rare, very well respected.” Those long fingers pulled nearly out then thrust back in, the isolated penetration not enough to do more than add to her agitation.

  “Why are the others rebelling against him?”

  “That’s a completely different question. It will cost you something far more precious than allowing me to put my fingers inside you.”

  She gasped and opened her eyes. “You started this game. Why are you angry?”

  “Because it’s not a game with me. I want your willing submission. I need it if there is ever to be anything between us. I thought this ‘game’ would satisfy your pride, make it easier for you to trust me with your pleasure.”

  “I trust you,” she whispered.

  “Not yet, but you will. I’ll make this really easy for you, Sasha. We’ll barter with pleasure. Each time you want a situation explained you must allow me to give you an orgasm in any way I choose. No questions, no details. You’re mine.”

  Chapter Four

  Sasha stared at Grant in confusion. “I thought that’s what I did.” She kept her voice soft and non-confrontational. His fingers lightly stroked her folds though they were no longer inside her.

  “No. You offered a specific act for a specific answer. I want to keep things fluid, changeable. I want you to wonder where I’ll touch you next, and what I’ll use to send you over the edge. Part of submission is trusting your Dom enough to choose these things for you. There is freedom in submission, but only if you learn to let go. Are you ready to leave Major Young behind for a few hours and release Sasha into my keeping?”

  She swallowed hard, amazed by the potency of the temptation. She spent so much of her life suppressing her emotions, being hard and cold, untouchable. Just the thought of surrendering completely to Grant, letting him take over for a while, was undeniably appealing.

  “Until dawn. Then I put on my gear and things go back
to normal.”

  “We’ll renegotiate at sunrise,” he said with a sexy smile. “So you want to understand about the rebels?”

  With smooth agility he unfastened her legs from the chains, leaving the cuffs around her ankles. She expected him to do the same with her arms, but he had something else in mind.

  He caught the back of her knee with one hand and pushed the other between her thighs. She rocked back, feeling the pressure of the cuffs against her wrists and the helplessness of her position.

  She clasped the chains above her hands to steady herself, but she was off balanced and unsteady. His fingers pushed into her core again, but this time they began the steady sliding she’d been craving all night. His thumb brushed over her clit, launching sensations deep into her abdomen.

  “Barbary pride wants unity.” Grant’s voice demanded her attention while his fingers scattered her thoughts. It was so unfair. Couldn’t he wait until she came to give her the information? As if sensing her dilemma, his fingers slowed and his thumb hovered over her clit. “If you come, I’m done talking. Fight it off. Control your desire. Your orgasms belong to me now. I’ll tell you when to come.”

  She bit her lower lip and defused the gathering spasm. His thumb abandoned her clit, leaving only the steady slide of his fingers. She closed her eyes and imagined that her legs were wrapped around his waist, and she was impaled on his cock. His strong hands would support her hips as he shuttled in and out.

  “The other leaders are falling in line behind Maddox. He’s compelling and strong.” Grant left his fingers deep and circled her clit. Oh, that made it much harder to resist. Her inner muscles tensed and fluttered. Electric pulses shot down her legs and up her spine.

  “I need to come,” she cried. “Please, may I come?”

  “Go ahead, but you’ll owe me another orgasm if you want to know about Dyauna.”

  His fingers moved fast and deep, his thumb firmly rubbing her clit. Sasha came in hard, rhythmic spasms, helplessly jerking against his hand. The pleasure cascaded through her, awakening senses she didn’t know she possessed. She hung suspended beyond reality for an endless moment, then floated back to earth.

  Her leg wobbled as he returned her foot to the floor. What had just happened? That was unlike any orgasm she’d ever experienced before. Did it just feel better with a morph or had the restraints somehow freed her to… He’d said there was freedom in submission. She was starting to understand what he meant.

  “Are you all right?” He brushed her hair back from her face, his gaze searching hers.

  “My hands are starting to go numb and I can really feel the pressure on my ribs.” It was true, but it was an evasion. She found the discomfort oddly arousing.

  “I’ll reposition you as soon as you tell me what’s bothering you.”

  “I’m not bothered, exactly. That just felt different than an ordinary orgasm. It was almost as if…” She couldn’t put the feeling into words. It sounded too fantastical.

  “Your spirit left your body?”

  She nodded. “It wasn’t unpleasant, just disconcerting.”

  “We’re breaking down emotional barriers, walls that have kept you confined and limited for years. But these barriers have also made you feel secure and comfortable. Change is never easy.” True to his word, he released the chains suspending her arms, but he left the cuffs in place. “On the bed, on your back, arms overhead.”

  She didn’t hesitate, but uncertainty surged inside her. Did she want to break down all her emotional barriers? She still had to be able to function in the real world once the sun rose and this adventure was over.

  A ridiculous emptiness burrowed into her chest as silence spread between them. She couldn’t have him, not in any lasting way. So why was she allowing this to continue?

  He stood at the foot of the bed, making no move to refasten her restraints. Had he lost interest in their game already? It wasn’t a game to him. He was training a potential… what? She couldn’t be his mate, couldn’t even be his lover.

  “Don’t.” The angry snap in his tone brought her gaze to his. “Tonight is mine. Stop thinking about tomorrow.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Part your thighs. Bend your knees and offer yourself to me.”

  Willing submission. The cuffs reminded her of her role, but this time he wanted her free to resist, free to deny him.

  She drew up her knees, then let her legs fall open, shamelessly exposing herself in blatant invitation. He growled, his gaze narrowing on her sex. Excitement spiraled through her, and she closed her eyes, savoring the sweet rush of sensation.

  The mattress dipped as he joined her on the bed. Something warm and moist stirred against her inner thigh, not even a touch really, more like -- his breath. Her eyes flew open and she bit back a moan. He crouched over her, moving slowly up her thigh as he inhaled her scent again and again.

  “I want your cream, so don’t fight your need to come.” He dipped his head and swiped her slit with his tongue. “But you don’t have permission to touch me. Keep your hands above your head.”

  She clutched the bedding, not trusting herself to remember his order once her arousal rose. His hands swept up the insides of her thighs and he brushed his thumbs over her folds, caressing as he opened her farther.

  He traced her crease, then gently sucked her folds, his mouth bold yet careful. His tongue swept over her outer lips before returning to the heart of her desire. “Are all humans smooth like this?”

  “Not naturally. Many of us have our body hair removed.” His thumbs kept stroking her hairless flesh, then he dipped his head, licking one side and then the other. “Does it bother you?”

  “No. Your skin is incredibly soft.” His tongue pushed into her core. “All of you is incredibly soft.”

  After the first few moments of exploration his approach changed. He slipped his arms beneath her knees and cupped her breasts as his mouth settled over her slit. His lips caressed her folds while his tongue ventured deeper. He swirled inside her, then flicked her clit. Swirl, flick, swirl, flick, until her hips rocked against his mouth.

  “Be still. Focus on my kiss. Accept the sensations without allowing them to dictate your movements.”

  “I’m sorry, sir.” The title just slipped out.

  Rather than dwelling on the development, he returned to her sex and sucked her clit into his mouth. Pleasure detonated inside her like a plasma charge. She screamed, her back bowing as her inner muscles convulsed.

  His lips released her clit as he pushed two fingers deep into her passage. He paired each steady thrust with a tender lick on her swollen clit. She lay perfectly still, determined to learn what he was trying to teach her.

  The need to thrash and grind was nearly overwhelming. Her abdomen quivered and her breasts jiggled as he filled her with his fingers. Another orgasm gathered in the ashes of the sensual explosion.

  She absorbed the pleasure, enjoying the tingling tension rather than rushing past it and diving headlong into the culmination. His fingers slid and his tongue flicked, lifting her higher and driving her onward.

  Then his fingers thrust deep and his tongue circled, expanding the rings of sensation until they encompassed her entire body. He pressed down on her clit and opened a floodgate deep inside her. Pleasure washed over her and flowed through her, sweeping her along as she relaxed into the ripples.

  Grant shot up along her body, capturing her mouth in a demanding kiss. He ached so bad, he had no idea how he’d find the strength to keep his promise. As long as she remained beneath him, he was doomed.

  Wrapping her firmly in his arms, he rolled with her, settling her warm body over his. She balanced on her knees, hands on his shoulders, breasts just out of reach.

  “We have to stop,” she whispered, gaze luminous and wild. “I can’t do this.” Even as she uttered the denials, she lifted up and unzipped his jeans.

  Her fingers curved around his shaft and he groaned helplessly. He caught her wrist. “I promised I wouldn
’t take you.”

  “Then I’ll take you.” With nearly violent determination, she worked his pants down past his knees. Then she guided his cock to her opening and stared deep into his eyes. “This isn’t wrong. Nothing in my entire life has ever felt so right. I want you inside me.”

  Her snug passage spread around his flared tip. The pleasure drove the breath from his lungs and abolished his good intentions. She was so damn tight and hot he wasn’t sure he’d survive.

  Rather than watch his shaft disappear into her core, he focused on her eyes, amazed by the possessive hunger he saw burning there. They weren’t just words. She needed this as badly as he did. His pulse leaped and he sucked air into his burning lungs.

  Deeper and deeper she took him until his entire length was enveloped by her passage. He pushed up and scooted back, dragging her with him. She straddled his lap, their bodies still joined.

  “I would have kept my promise.” He kissed her gently, slowly, exploring her breasts as their tongues mated.

  “Are you saying this is my fault?” she asked as his lips moved to the underside of her jaw.

  “There must be wrongdoing to assign blame and we both agree this isn’t wrong.” He guided her hands to his shoulders and grasped her tight little ass. “Ride me, love.”

  Balanced on her knees, she rocked and swayed, raising and lowering her hips to maximize the slide of flesh against flesh. Her head dropped back, thrusting her breasts forward, and his aggressive nature surged with brutal intensity.

  “Release me from my vow,” he panted, his tone harsh and urgent. “I can’t come like this. Ask me to take you -- now!”

  “Please, sir, take me. I need you now.”

  That was the second time she’d called him sir. The realization sealed her fate. He wouldn’t just take her, he’d claim her, and find a way to keep her by his side.