Of all the shifters in the hacienda, Juanito is one I would never wish to hurt. Juanito and my mother, may the fates protect her.
I wanted to ask Juanito to slip me the key to her cuffs when he delivered the water-I know the boy would do anything I ask-but I couldn’t put him in that position. He’d get a terrible beating at best. At worst, el consejo would exact their revenge on his mother, and she’s had enough grief in this lifetime after losing her husband to the mines and her eldest son disappearing.
If I can find a way to communicate with him alone, maybe he can get me the key to the door and I’ll be out in time to protect him and his mother. Fates, how I’d like to just remove him from this dark place.
I take the key and Juanito’s other hand appears with a ripe mango, still in its peel. I roll my eyes. Seriously? It’s like they’re taking advice from a bad dating book. Eating a mango can be sensual and stimulating in foreplay. Lick the juice from your lover’s skin, or have her suck on the seed.
I take the fruit. My she-wolf may be hungry. I fist bump with Juanito again, stride back to the bed and unlock Sedona’s wrist cuffs. She groans as she pulls her arms down and shakes them. When I’ve freed her ankles, I help her sit and rub her arms to get the life back in them.
“What is moon-yeca?” she asks.
I smile. “Doll.”
“Oh.” Her cheeks color again and she surges to her feet. “Turn around. I need some privacy.”
“It’s yours, doll.” I stand up and walk to the other side of the room, turning my back to the toilet and biting the peel of the mango to tear a piece off.
The toilet flushes and I turn back. Sedona pours a bit of water from the cup over her hands to wash. My cock thickens at this new view of her. She’s a goddess. Long legs, breasts, a perfect handful, her coppery brown hair falling in waves down her slender back.
And that ass…
In less than a minute, I could have Sedona on her hands and knees, spreading those ass cheeks wide for me as I hold a fistful of her silky hair and pound into her. She’s hot for it. I could make her want it. It wouldn’t even be rape…
I shake my head and swallow the growl starting up my throat, but not before she catches it.
She turns and quirks her brows. “What?” Then her gaze drops to my erect and bobbing cock and she knows what.
I don’t know what I expected-another blush, or irritation. Maybe defensiveness. Instead, my American doll moistens her lips with her tongue.
I groan. “Don’t do that, muñeca. Not unless you want to find out what it’s like to be thrown face down on that mattress and fucked until you scream.”
Her eyes widen and I know I went too far. Maybe I was trying to piss her off, to get her to put up a wall to keep me out. Because fates know my control is crumbling.
I face the wall so she doesn’t have to look at my dick waving around while I speak with blatant vulgar disrespect.
And then it hits me-the scent of her arousal-so pure, so undeniable, my vision tunnels.
Fuck. My wolf wants to mark her. I haven’t even kissed the female and he’s ready to mate for life.
My fingernails turn to claws. I dig them into the wall and drag downwards, relishing the pain. Less than an hour and my control is dangerously close to breaking. I seriously don’t know how I’ll survive the night.
“Are you all right?” Her soft voice does wicked things to my body.
“Fine,” I give a strangled chuckle. “Just fine.”
“You don’t seem fine.”
“Just… give me a moment.” I press my forehead against the wall. The council is smarter than I give them credit for. Locking me in with a female in heat-it’s too much.
“Are… are you moon mad?” she asks.
“No.” Not yet. I lean one hand against the wall. I’m dying to stroke my cock, just beat off right here to keep from marking her. I’d do it, except I doubt it’d help. “What do you know about moon sickness, Sedona?”
“I know dominant wolves get it when their wolf needs to mate and they deny him.”
“Not just mate. Mark. For life.”
“Have you ever had it?”
“No. If I did… I’d take a mate. Not like this,” I hasten to explain. “I’d woo her. Court her. She’d have a choice. Of course.”
“Your council doesn’t take the same stance on she-wolves’ rights.”
“No,” I breathe out, grateful she doesn’t lump me in with them. “They don’t. They’ve been pushing me to take a mate. But I’m not ready.”
“Still playing the field?” Her tone has an edge that makes me turn. I brace as her beauty hits me like a blow.
“Jealous?” I try to joke. My voice comes out strangled.
She bites her lip.
“Madre de Dios,” I mutter. “Don’t do that.”
Her lovely eyes widen. “Do what?”
“Nothing.” I don’t want to scare her. It’s not her fault she’s perfect. “I’m not a player, no matter what you’ve heard about Latin lovers. I’ve never even had a she-wolf-only human females.”
“I’ve never been with a wolf, either.”
My fist curls at the thought of another male-wolf or human-touching her. I press my body against the wall and dig my nails into my palm until the bite makes me grit my teeth.
“You’re in pain.” The concern in her voice wraps around me.
And she’s been kidnapped, drugged, and locked in a room to serve against her will in a bogus breeding program. I don’t deserve her compassion.
“Look, Carlos. Neither of us want to be in this situation, but…”