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She had expected that but it still caught her off guard. Her eyes widened but this time she congratulated herself for keeping her jaw shut.

For once there was no teasing in his eyes. He was serious. It was almost laughable but there was no laughter.

Cathy shook her head. “I am off the table, Mr. Cyneric.”

“Too bad. That’s exactly where I want to put you.” his voice was smoky, reminding her once again of the monster in her dreams as he took a step toward her. Cathy took an involuntary step backward. His grin turned wolfish now. “Are you scared of me or your hunger for me, Cathy?”

“I am not scared of you.”

Of course, his question had been another trap. He knew she wasn’t scared of him. Cathy Dark Storm feared no one. So she was terrified of her desires. Too bad, he wanted to explore them until they were both lying spent on her office floor.

“Of course, you are not.”

“Enough with the games, Mr. Cyneric. Name your price, anything and I’ll give you.”

He cocked a brow. “Anything? You are the prize, love, my prize. And if you will do anything, this is my offer…”

“You know that’s not what I meant, Mr.…”

“Theodore. Ted. Call me Ted.”

“I am not calling you anything. Five minutes is all you have.”

“Call me Ted, Cathy. Say it,” he ordered in a dangerously low voice.

“Fine Ted! Is that all you want?”

In the blink of an eye, he closed the space between them and trapped her between himself and the door, raising his hands at opposite sides of her head. Cathy looked away from his eyes but when her eyes weren’t looking at him her other senses were working overtime. His cologne, spicy and refreshingly male assailed her senses, the heat of his body made her warm all over, so warm that the seat of her panty was beginning to scorch her. She pressed her back against the door to avoid him but there was no escape.

Theodore leaned his head closer, dark hair falling dangerously over his eyes.

“It’s just the beginning. Look at me Cathy,” he urged her.

When she continued to avoid his gaze he hooked a finger beneath her chin and lifted her face. Cathy’s breath caught in her throat. When he was close like this she couldn’t deny the raw attraction between them. But it was so wrong. Minus the fact that he abducted her, which by the way she still wanted to strangle him for, he was a Hunter, her nemesis and she was a wolf. Yet the attraction between them was as palpable as his growing erection against her lower belly.

His eyes scorched her.

Her gaze fell to his lips and she licked hers unconsciously.

Theodore smiled. “You want a kiss?”

“Of course I don’t.” Her voice was breathless but it had taken all of her strength to gather the courage to tell that lie.

“You are a bad liar, love.” With one finger still on her chin, two fingers dropped to her throat where he made spiraling patterns down the length of her neck until his fingers could go no further. Yet, just those feather-light touches were enough to make Cathy beg for more. But like Theodore knew, she was a strong proud woman and she would die before she confessed anything to him.

“You are the liar here, Ted," she whispered, proving him right.

“Am I?” His voice was sinfully low, drawing her closer to that trap. She knew she wasn’t supposed to go but every fiber of her being fought to be attached to him, to be commanded by his voice.

To prove his point, Ted ground his lower body against hers. There was enough pressure to make her insides turn to mush and yet not enough to fill the gaping chasm inside her. When a soft moan, propelled by a burning hunger escaped her lips, he grinned and did it again.

Without warning her hands locked around his waist and she pulled him against her, hungry for more of him.

Ted chuckled. “What do you want, Cathy? Tell me.”

He wasn’t giving her enough. She wanted to beg him but her teeth closed on her bottom lip, closing her eyes so that he wouldn’t see the hunger in them. She won’t give him that satisfaction. With Theodore, it was always a game. He wanted to break her control but she was his equal in this.

Seeing the tightening of her jaw even though she continued to pull him closer to her body, Ted parted her legs with one knee and ground his swollen cock at the junction of her thighs. A soft cry, louder than her moan earlier escaped her lips and her eyes opened wide.

“Oh my…Fuck,” she cried softly.

He did it again and again, getting harder by the second. Cathy sagged against the door and let him do the thrusting. They were still clothed and that was not enough for her but even this was too much to bear. Her hands tightened around his waist and she met his hips with as much urgency.

Ted wanted to stop, to slow down and make her beg but the desire burning in her eyes urged him on. Before he knew it his hand dropped to her hips and he pushed her gown out of the way, rolling the hem so that he could hit that spot sheathed by those sexy panties. It frustrated him that she wouldn’t beg, if she did he would tear the flimsy lacy thing off and bury himself in her wetness. They both wanted that. But while her eyes had turned molten brown with her arousal, her jaw remained tight.

As soon as his cock grazed her clit, Cathy bit her lips to keep from crying out. Her eyes watered. Oh, if he would just give in and fill the emptiness inside her! It felt so good, the hard length of him hidden under layers of trousers and briefs was so good against her body. She wanted more. But when she started to reach for his buttons, he dropped both hands under her and lifted her hips forcing her to surrender her weight to him. Cathy flung her arms around his neck, hanging on for dear life.

His hips slammed against hers, eyes holding her gaze demanding that she let him in. Yet, they both held on to their pride, neither of them wanting to cave first.

Suddenly Cathy’s clit rubbed against his erection and the impact coupled with the friction of her panties caused her body to tighten. She bucked against him as her orgasm tore through her. A loud cry escaped her mouth, stifled when Theodore crashed his mouth against hers, drinking in her throaty moan.

Cathy’s hands tightened around his neck as she leaned in hard for his kiss. While her body continued to ride the last waves of her orgasm her tongue sort his and he matched her hunger, his tongue diving inside her mouth for more of her sweet, heady, addictive taste.

When her soul drifted back into her body, Cathy slowed the kiss but didn’t pull back. Her body was still on fire for him and her soul had only just returned for more. She tried to reach between them to touch him but he pulled back and slowly set her down on her feet but he didn’t release her waist. She tried to kiss him again but he pulled back, green eyes waiting patiently, watching the frustration mixed with pleasure on her face.

Cathy’s panties was wet with need and her insides continued to clench painfully.

She opened her eyes seeing the frustration in her eyes mirrored in his. But Theodore Cyneric was a patient man. When he wanted something he got it and he knew just how to.

“I’m waiting, Cathy.”

Finally, she huffed out a frustrated breath. “Fine. Please, Ted, I want you.”