The first man she allowed herself to be free with had tied her up for two days and whipped her body leaving blood trailing down to the floor. He’d been a sadist of the worst kind. While he’d been in his high of thinking he was hurting her, he let slip that he’d killed a woman because she couldn’t handle his kind of punishment.
Her wolf hadn’t liked that and had come out of her haze to kill him. She had turned her hands into claws and torn him apart. For a long time she’d stared at the mess she created of the man then took care of the evidence. He was scum, and no one missed him. After her first disaster in BDSM, she’d decided to leave it alone. Wanting pain, needing pain, and craving pain had to be pushed aside. The pain she craved that no matter what anyone did to her, she couldn’t feel. She couldn’t allow herself to become vulnerable to anyone. Wolves were not submissive and did not enjoy that bite of pain to get them off, nor did they hunt for someone to hurt them in the hope of feeling it. She didn’t know why she was different from the others in her pack, but out of fear she didn’t ask anyone what they experienced.
The couples she saw in the pack were always sweet together. Her first time had been awful, and the guy she’d shared it with had held her down as he rode her body hard. The only thing she recalled liking was being held down and the fact she couldn’t feel anything as he bit her during his release. From that point her need to find pain had only grown. Her wolf knew what she wanted, and so did Dawn.
“I’m sorry, Master.”
Dawn followed the sound to see a man embracing his submissive. He wore a pair of jeans, and that was all. His arms were around his woman, and he stroked her hair. “Next time you’ll take care, won’t you?” he asked.
Her curiosity got the better of her, and she found herself watching the couple. She didn’t know their names or their relationship to each other. The scent coming off them told her they were both wolves.
“Tara didn’t take any precautions while she was out shopping and walked in front of an oncoming bus. If Dale hadn’t been close by, she’d have lost their unborn baby, and could have been killed. We can withstand a lot, but a head on collision with a bus is pushing it a bit,” Daniel said, sitting beside her.
Fisting her hands on her knees, she tried to fight the need to look at him.
You’re mates. Stop fighting it.
According to Daniel they were mates, but she didn’t trust the feelings going through her body. She’d been in such awful predicaments that she didn’t have the first clue what to believe anymore. Her wolf craved his harsh punishment as did she, yet they were both cautious, their past mistakes and cravings making them wary.
He stared at her. All his male perfection taunted her with what she could have and held herself away from. Was he here to mock her?
He’d never do that to you. Stop treating him like the others.
She forced herself to look at him and then wished she hadn’t. Daniel wasn’t wearing a shirt like most of the men in the club. However, when Daniel was semi-naked, she couldn’t focus on anything but his revealed flesh. His usually pale skin was tanned from the hours he spent in the sun. The same skin was covered in different kinds of ink. None of the ink was colored or elaborate. The designs were in black ink, pretty simple, yet they stood out on his body, which was strong, thick, and muscular. He made her mouth water when she simply looked at him. She quickly glanced down at her skirt, wishing she’d put something more on. When Daniel stood beside her, he made her feel small, delicate. Her size sixteen curves next to him felt like nothing. He pulsed with energy and power. The Alpha wolf inside him exuded everything she wanted in a man and a leader.
Don’t trust.
Her wolf’s inner warnings made her tense up.
“Look at me, Dawn.”
He spoke harshly. Her body awakened once again, and she looked at him. His black hair hung over his face brushing the tops of his eyes. Daniel didn’t have a lot of hair, but he had enough of it that she was left wanting to run her fingers through it. His brown gaze was focused entirely on her. She shivered at the power, the slight hint of amber as his wolf came to the surface.
Mate.
“Thank you for telling me,” she said. “Are they your wolves?”
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing. I was just curious about the couple.” She offered a smile even though smiling was the last thing she wanted to do.
“You’re lying to me again.”
She bit her lip, glancing down at her hands.
Dawn released a gasp, and he picked her up off the stool she sat on and took her seat. In quick moves he had her sitting on his lap. The evidence of his erection pressed against her ass, mocking her.