Callie's Captors [Mountain Men(13)

Blue tore his shirt along the hem then snatched the vine from Raine’s hands. “Enough of this. Hold out her hands, Pete.”

Pete did as he ordered, putting her hands and wrists together. To Raine’s surprise, Callie didn’t protest. Not that she didn’t want to. He could see her barely controlled anger, but she was smart enough to recognize the futility of fighting them.

“So you’re making me your captive.”

Raine couldn’t deny or confirm her statement. Tying her up was their only option now that she’d refused to cooperate.

Blue wrapped the cloth around her wrists. “This will keep the vine from cutting into your skin.” He worked the vine around the padding and tied it, bunching her wrists tightly together.

“It’s not too tight, is it, baby?” He hated to see her tied up against her will. Tied up in sexual play would be wonderful, but that was a different thing.

“No.” The resistance flowed out of her. “It’s okay. I don’t blame you. I should’ve trusted you guys. After all, you did save me.”

“And that’s all we’re still trying to do.” Pete rubbed her arms. “Maybe after a bit, we can untie you.” He looked to Blue for confirmation.

Blue shrugged, then stalked back toward the path. “Don’t make any promises we might not be able to keep.”



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Raine shouldn’t like the fact that she’d run, and he didn’t. At least not logically. But deep inside him, his wolf paced back and forth, wanting to let her run again so he could chase her. Still, he didn’t want her to run, for her sake.

She had to be frightened, of course, but running meant that she hadn’t trusted them. Tying her up just made things worse. He watched her, telling himself that he did so because he had to be ready should she try to escape, but that wasn’t the real reason. He watched her because he liked doing it.

She was beautiful. But more than that, she was feisty and brave. The fact that she’d been out in the woods alone was evidence of those two attributes. And she was intelligent. He’d seen that the first time he’d looked into her eyes. Granted, falling into the pit wasn’t the brightest move, but everyone made mistakes, especially when terrified and attacked by a huge animal.

He’d have to thank Jerry. If Jerry hadn’t chased her into the hole, he might never have met her. And not meeting her? Well, that would’ve been a damned shame.

The movement of her bottom entranced him. She was lean, but the girl still had enough booty for him. The swaying ends of her long hair pointed at her ass, almost as if to say, “Come and put your cock here.”

Damn, but how I’d love to do exactly that.

Thinking she was about to stumble, he caught her arm. For a moment, they locked gazes and he kept his hold on her. Then she blinked and tugged her arm away, then started moving forward.

Her legs were long, and even through the material of her jeans, he could tell they were strong. She wasn’t a runner, but she had stamina. How many women could have gotten chased by a wild animal, fallen into a hole, confronted three wolves, then tried to escape? He doubted most could have.

Blue turned back once and caught him studying her ass. His smile came and went, but not before Raine knew that his brother was having the same ideas about her.

That was different. They’d been attracted to other women before, but he’d always known it was only a physical thing. Yet around two years earlier, they’d stopped taking women whenever the need arose. It was almost as if they’d had an agreement that they’d stop before the right woman came along.

Could Callie be that woman?

If they’d met outside The Hidden, he would’ve known instantly. But, although werewolves in The Hidden didn’t get as strong a connection as they might on The Outside, he couldn’t ignore the pull he got from her. The question that remained was whether Pete was as entranced by her as he and Blue were.

He spun around, making a complete circle, but that was enough time to see the infatuation on Pete’s face. All three of them were thinking the same thing.

Is she the one?



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Halfway back to camp, Blue relented and allowed Pete to take the binding off her wrists. She’d given it a lot of thought and realized that to go off into the forest when she had no clue where she was would be foolhardy. Instead, she’d have to put her trust in them. The strange thing was that she did trust them. It didn’t make sense, but she couldn’t help it. They made her feel safe, as though they’d do anything to keep her from harm.

“So how much farther is this camp of yours?” She trudged along, taking care not to trip over anything on the path.