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  Panic set it and Katrina jumped from the bed and dashed for the door. He must’ve known she would because he was right there, his arm reaching out catching her at her stomach. He growled low and deadly and shoved her hard right back to the bed. She flew back, falling on the mattress. But it didn’t stop her. Once more, she was up and once more, he was there to stop her.

  Thorn got a hold of her by the arms, turned her away and had the T-shirt she was wearing up, over her head and off. Naked he pushed her again onto the bed and this time she stayed, looking over her shoulder at him.

  “Don’t move and I mean it,” he said in a low, deep voice.

  She didn’t move, not only because of the way he was acting, but so she could watch him move to the end table. Thorn opened the drawer and brought out a leather belt. For a moment, Katrina thought about bolting from the bed and running for it again. Her thought must have shown on her face, because he grabbed hold of both of her wrists quickly and a bit roughly, had them wrapped up with his belt and tied up to the headboard of the bed, before she could move after all.

  “This isn’t funny, Thorn,” she huffed, trying to pull her arms back down. “Let me go.”

  “Didn’t I ask you the same thing once?” he said, walking to the foot of the bed. “Didn’t I ask you to let me go?”

  “This isn’t the same thing.”

  He stopped right at her feet and looked her up and down. The dark, forbidding expression on his face had her squirming under the stare. “You’re right, this isn’t the same thing. This time I’m hard all on my own, not because of a drug in my system. And I’m in control, not you.”

  He started a slow crawl onto the bed and she closed her eyes. “Oh God,” she groaned.

  Thorn grabbed her legs and spread them wide. That had her opening her eyes, looking around at him. He was on his knees between her legs. Those eyes of his were once more tinted with red and she feared that he was going to be out of control as he was this morning.

  His cock stood straight out, hard, stiff and very proud. Using just the middle finger of his right hand, he touched the inside of her thigh and moved it down close to her sex, watching it as he touched her, almost as if he might be fascinated with the feel of her skin.

  “If my memory serves me right, I think you spent some time just touching me at first,” he stated. The finger stopped at her hip and then trailed up the side of her to the side of her breasts. By this time, she was really breathing fast, straining to get her arms free. “Strange how something so simple as a touch can stir things up inside, isn’t it?” Thorn moved then, he hovered over her with all of his weight on one hand as he moved his finger around, this time around the swell of her breasts. “One little finger can work you up to a point where you think you’re going nuts with the need. Just think what all five of them will do and how they can make you feel.”

  Katrina stopped watching his hand and looked up at him. When he licked his lips, she almost groaned loudly. “I didn’t torture you like this.”

  “Yes, you did,” he stated in a rough, raw voice, pushing away again so he could sit on his knees between her legs again. “You teased me and left me hanging.” No warning at all came from him. He pushed two fingers deep into her, which had Katrina arching, gasping. “You worked me up, but didn’t finish me off. That wasn’t nice.”

  “I’m sorry, all right?” she cried out, trying to move her body away from the agonizing movement of his fingers going in and out of her.

  “I don’t think you are, Katrina.” The fingers stopped. “But you will be.”

  “Wh—what are you going to do?” She was almost afraid to ask the question.

  She got no answer. His head lowered, mouth covered her sex, and she screamed. He pushed his tongue into her, moved it in and out and started to slowly tease the small entrance of her rear. He also growled and it vibrated all through her body. A hard suck, which had her screaming again, and then he pushed one finger so deep into her backside that her hips came up off the bed.

  Finger attacking her ass, mouth sucking and pulling at her pussy, clit throbbing—yep torture and payback for sure, she had no doubt about it. He worked her hard with his mouth, hand, fingers, and nothing else. Worked her up to a point where she soon was very hoarse just from screaming. And what shocked her even more was how he seemed to know when she might be getting close to an orgasm, because every time it started to come he would pull back.

  “Thorn!” she screamed again, sweat covering her face, “For fuck’s sake!”

  His mouth stopped at her sex and went back to where his fingers were still taking her in the back. Hell, he only stopped for a second to join another with the first, then it seemed as if he might be working some of her wetness back there.

  Just when she knew she couldn’t take any more of his torture his lips closed on her clit and pulled hard. It was enough to trigger the climax and this time he let her have it. She screamed at the top of her lungs and shook with each hard pull of the pleasure. When he let her go, she was still pulsing with aftershocks and didn’t give a shit what happened next.

  “That is going to be the only orgasm you get,” he said, getting her attention. “Hope you enjoyed it.”

  “What do you mean?” she panted.

  He took hold of her hips, brought them up and his stiffness pushed into her. She moaned, closing her eyes and trying to move her hips to take more in, but he didn’t let her. Instead, he pulled right back out, pulled her even more up on his lap and that is when she felt and knew what he was going to do.

  “Thorn…come on, you don’t mean to do—”

  “Fuck yeah,” he groaned and pushed the head of his cock against the small entrance of her ass.

  Katrina couldn’t help it and she stiffened. She also tried to get her legs down on the bed so she could scoot away from him, but Thorn held her up on his lap just like he wanted.

  He burned her, stretched her, mixed the pleasure she had with pain. Biting her lip didn’t help to ease anything and when the tiny ring gave with a pop she whimpered. He kept right on going. Deep down she sort of figured he might do something to get even with her for what happened between them. She just didn’t think this would be his way of getting even with her.

  All the way in he went, stilled and stared down at their bodies. He breathed hard and fast and the hold on her hips had her knowing without any doubt come morning she’d have a few bruises. However, when he looked up at her she gasped. His eyes were red and he looked so different. Not like this morning where he was so out of control she feared for her life, but more like in control of everything and very dangerous at the same time.

  Then he moved.

  Thorn wasn’t easy or gentle when he began to move within her. He kept hold tightly to her hips and moved his hips in steady, even thrusts, watching each stroke. It burned her, stretched her, but she took it. What choice did she have when the guy tied her up and was bent on getting even?

  Anal sex had never been anything she ever thought to try, and here it was happening. She had seen a couple of her mother’s ‘customers’ force the guys she had to do anal with them, and swore she would never do anything like that. From the sounds they were making and the way it was being done she just knew it would be painful. And she wasn’t too far off either. The rough way Thorn was taking her reminded her to make a mental note this would be the only time she ever did this.

  Harder, faster he pumped into her. And right when she was about to scream at him to stop, he reared back, yelled and came at the same time. She could feel him swell inside her, felt the hot semen cool the burning pain. Yet, his release didn’t do shit for the throbbing she still had between her own legs. A throbbing she had a good feeling wasn’t going to get any attention tonight.

  Dropping down on top of her, still breathing hard and very heavy, Thorn reached up over her head and released her wrists. He didn’t move from the position on top of her either, but did take some of his weight off her. He was also still very hard in her ass and didn’t s
eem like he was going to remove himself from it either. And she definitely wasn’t going to move, even though she wanted nothing more than to slap him right then.

  “Now, we’re even,” he groaned against her shoulder that for some strange reason hurt as well.

  Unable to handle any more she shoved him away. “Get off!”

  He rolled off her and she moved fast off the bed, bent and picked up her shirt and ran from the room to the bathroom. She needed a shower and some time to think.

  * * * *

  “We need a way to lure them out of hiding,” Vintina stated, tapping a finger on her lip as she walked around her office space. “Something to draw them out where I can get my hands back on that animal and get rid of it for good.”

  “The only way to get what you want is to take another family,” David Wycough stated. He stood at the far end of the room, in the shadows like always. “After all, it is time to remind those animals that we still mean business.”

  She stilled, looking over her shoulder at him. The coolness in his voice sent chills down her spine. It also had her wondering if it might not be time to cut the relationship the rest of the way and get as far from him as she could get.

  “What makes you think our taking another family is going to bring him out?” she asked.

  “They are loyal,” he said. “You hurt one and others come to help. It will draw him out and it will draw her out as well. She’s changed sides. We get him, she will come as well and then I can clean this mess of yours up.”

  “I can clean it up myself,” she hissed at him.

  He smiled, and it sent more chills down her spine. Tension quickly filled up the room and she feared for a moment that he might hurt her for challenging him. Instead, he took a deep breath and started for the door.

  “Okay. You clean this up then, but know this is it. You fuck this up again, and there won’t be another chance.”

  Staying put, she watched him leave and once the door closed, she started to shake in fear. Of all people, he was the one who scared the living hell out of her.

  Shaking it off, she walked over to the desk and picked up the phone. Dialing, waiting for the other end to pick up she took a deep breath. “Open the house up. We’re going to be having some guests.”

  Chapter Six

  Thorn dropped face first on the sofa, towel still wrapped around his waist, fresh from a shower and so damn tired he didn’t want to move for a week. Katrina was passed out in the bed, giving him some much needed time to get himself under more control. After what he did up at the house it took a lot to get her to not only come out of the bathroom but back to the cabin. She didn’t want to be alone with him, which he didn’t blame her, but the idea that she thought his father might protect her from him sounded too out there for him.

  And what the hell was going on with him? Why was he acting so damn strange around her? Sure, after he got over whatever it was that he went through, he understood some of it. Katrina was having a cycle, and from what Kane told him she had it every month days before her human period. Okay, he got that, but why the hell did he react the way he did? Sex for him was more out of something he felt his body or animal needed once in a while. He never went looking to get laid just for the hell of it. Yet this morning he wanted nothing more than to just bend her over and fuck her until they both dropped in exhaustion from it.

  He was very grateful that his father did what he did. He didn’t want to hurt her, but even when he came out of that daze, the urge to have her again was there. An urge he still couldn’t really fight, but was able to control better. But it came now with a bit of guilt and a big question—how was he going to face her in the morning?

  It felt as if he had just closed his eyes when he was jolted awake by a pounding on the door. Thorn sat up fast, blinked a few times and then got up, holding the towel around his hips. Opening the door, he frowned. Kane was standing there.”

  “What are you doing here?” Thorn asked him.

  Kane gave him a dirty look, which meant his mother had called or done something. That expression on Kane’s face only meant it had to do with her. “Come up to the house, both of you.” That was all Kane said, then he just turned and walked away.

  Thorn sighed, turned and went into the bedroom. He bent over Katrina and shook her awake. When her eyes opened and she saw him, she flinched back. “Get dressed. My father wants to see us,” he told her, then went to a dresser, got some clothes out and into the bathroom he went. When he came back out, she was dressed also and had a cautious look in her eyes. Something he should be glad about but it wasn’t setting well with him.

  He led the way to the main house, glancing over his shoulder at her every so many steps. She hung back. “Why don’t you just get it off your chest before we go to the house? I can only deal with one pile of shit at a time.”

  “Fine. You’re a dick!” she snapped, picking up her pace and brushing past him, only he wasn’t about to let her just walk past him. He snatched her arm, stopping her. She jerked free and stood her ground with him.

  “And back then you were a bitch. So we’re even.”

  “Oh, we are so not even. What you did…”

  “What?” he snapped back, getting close to her face, “Go on, finish it. What I did?”

  She shoved him back. “Go to hell.”

  “Little girl, being around you I am in hell.”

  “You’re nothing more than a damn animal.”

  “Well, at least you finally got that right.”

  “You know, dealing with my crazy mother would be so much easier than dealing with you. At least with her I know what I’m getting myself into.”

  “I doubt that.” He brushed past her and began walking once more towards the house. This time it was her turn, she grabbed his arm, stopping him.

  “And what the hell is that supposed to mean?” she demanded.

  “It means that with me, you see what you get. Take it or leave it. With her, she’s like a damn viper. Turn your back and she strikes.”

  “I hate you.”

  “Good.”

  Again, she brushed past him and started walking again.

  “You start to like me then we really will have problems,” he said.

  They reached the house and Kane was waiting for them both on the porch. “He doesn’t look happy,” Katrina remarked. “Bet it has to do with you. You tend to piss everyone off in some way.”

  Thorn glared at her and she gave him a smirky smile.

  “Inside, now!” Kane said. They both followed him inside. Thorn just got his foot inside when Kane turned on him. “Why the hell did you have to call her?”

  “Yep, I just knew it was you,” Katrina smiled. Thorn gave her a dirty look before giving his attention to his father. “Please, do tell what he did this time.”

  “I could tell that by the scowl on your face she called you,” Thorn remarked. “What did she have to say?”

  “I would not have this look if you had kept your damn mouth shut and left her out of this shit.” Kane growled.

  “First off, I didn’t do anything.” Thorn sighed, slumping in the chair. “She called to check up on me when I got here. So I should say to you, what did you say to her that she’d even know I was coming?”

  “Don’t you turn this shit on me, boy!” Kane raised his voice.

  “Okay, what’s going on?” Katrina asked, cutting them both off. “I mean I would love to watch you kick his ass, which he so needs, but let’s just get to the point here.”

  Kane turned his glare towards her and Thorn flinched. “This little shit has gotten my mate involved in this crap of yours. She’s been digging and found stuff. And when she starts digging someone is bound to get hurt.” That glare moved back to Thorn. “It always does.”

  “Digging for what?” she asked again.

  “Shit on you.” Kane ran a hand in his hair and turned away from both of them. Then he growled again. “Richard Scott. That is your father’s name. He was killed before you were bo
rn. And I’m going to take a small guess here and say by your mother.”

  “That’s not a surprise at all,” she said. “She pretty much admitted that to me the last time I saw her.”

  “Okay, then how about the name, David Wycough?” Her response to that was a frown and shake of her head.

  “Never heard of him. What’s he got to do with this?” Katrina asked.

  “You really don’t know, do you?” Kane said to her.

  “Will you please get to the point?” Thorn snapped. He was starting to get a bit irritated now.

  Kane took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “This David Wycough is the son of a bitch hunting and killing shifters. I bet he’s also the prick who has been supplying your mother with young bucks she can fuck to death. And just that little amount of information has me worried for Jada. But do you think she’d stop there, oh hell no!”

  “I knew she had a partner, so what,” Katrina said. “That isn’t news here. Think it was damn obvious she had to have someone else doing some of the dirty work.”

  “Oh, it is so beyond just a partner, little girl,” Kane snickered with a slight chuckle. “This man is your sister’s father.”

  Katrina had a stare off with his father. A short one. She ended up standing up so fast it knocked the chair she was in right over. “Bullshit! There is no damn way that bastard is Dannie’s father.”

  “Wait a minute,” Thorn butted in. “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah, your mother is,” Kane turned his attention to Thorn. “And we both know how she loves to dig until she finds what others don’t want to be found.”

  “He’s lying!” Katrina pointed to Kane.

  “Katrina,” Thorn slowly stood up.

  “And so is she!” Before he could get any more out, she bolted through the door.

  “Great,” Thorn groaned, going after her. “This is just what I don’t need right now.” He gave his father a dirty look before rushing out the door after her.