He started the engine and peeled out. His shoulders remained rigid throughout the drive back to his loft.
Once he parked, he jumped out and jogged over to her side. When he opened the door, his gaze scoured the back alley.
“He can’t know I’m staying here.”
“I wouldn’t put anything past Couch and his kind.”
She didn’t like the way his voice lowered. He grasped her arm tighter and rushed her to the building. All he had to do was lean over the scanner, and as soon as it read his iris, the door clicked open.
She raced upstairs and straight to the sanctuary. Once inside, she dropped down on the sofa and buried her head in her hands.
Trax knelt in front of her and clasped her hands in his. “We need to talk.”
His ominous tone almost scared her as much as Couch pointing that damned gun at her.
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Trax had never been more scared in his life. Just thinking about that asshole Colter getting near Liz knotted his stomach. He’d fought in Iraq and met terrorists head on but it didn’t compare to this gut-wrenching experience. It was his fault Liz was even in the car. What had he been thinking letting her come?
Sure, she had the information and seemed determined not to tell him, but he should have insisted. Clearly, she needed discipline.
She stared up at him waiting for him to have this discussion, but his cock was throbbing something fierce. Ever since he’d brought her here, all he could think of was sinking his dick into her sweet pussy. This damned mating stuff finally made him crack.
If he could train her to obey, life would be so much better.
“You need to understand something.”
She sucked in her bottom lip and he almost pulled her to his chest and kissed her.
“What?”
“You have no idea what Couch or any of the other Colters are capable of. I do. From now on you will obey me.” He desperately wanted to show her that obeying him could be amazing.
She was his mate. He’d seen her flushed face when she was with Dante in the store. Her scent had drawn him downstairs. His need was making him careless. Sooner or later she’d decide she wanted Dante, and when he told her they were werewolves, she’d freak out less if she cared for them both.
Her pert little mouth dropped open and her lids lowered. “Obey you? Am I now your captive slave?”
The idea of making her submit had the animal in him trying to burst out. If he didn’t taste her now, he would shift and ruin everything. One tug was all it would take to pull her into his arms.
She licked her lips and stuck out her chest in a defiant pose.
That did it.
He stood, pulled her to a stand, and clasped her to his chest. He almost hoped she’d scream and try to flee, but instead she did the worst thing possible.
She leaned in and kissed him.
Every last bit of resolve broke as he returned her kiss. His cock throbbed and pulsed, and the power within him threatened to come out. His need to claim her overtook all of his senses. He teased her mouth open, desperate to taste her. When she responded willingly, his claws began to replace his nails, and his bones cracked.
He pulled away. “Come with me.”
The expected question about where he was taking her never came. When he pressed his thumb on the sensor, the locked door behind the living room opened.
“So that’s how you get it to open. Cool.”
He prayed she’d think it was still cool once he showed her what the room contained. The inside was dark, but as soon as they passed under the sensor, the room’s lighting blinked on. The beige walls became bathed in a reddish hue adding to the seductive nature.
Liz halted. “What is this place?”
“Welcome to my playroom.”
She glanced around and from the way her fingers tensed in his palm, she’d never seen anything like this.
“What’s all this for? I mean I can guess, but why show me?”
She rotated around and faced him. It was now or never.
“I want you.” He couldn’t wait anymore and bent down to drink in his fill.
Chapter Ten
Liz didn’t take her gaze off of Trax until they entered the room. Then the magical place drew her in. “Oh, my.”
She tried to figure out the purpose of all the items. One thing was for sure—it thrilled and scared her at the same time. A spanking bench to the right had her mind wandering. While no man had ever asked her to kneel on one, she thought the idea exciting. A padded table that looked like one a massage therapist would use stood in the middle of the room. Her sore muscles ached to have someone’s hand to rub the tension from her body.
Cuffs dangled not only from the walls but from the ceiling, and things like paddles, whips, crops, and collars hung on the side wall. She failed to take this all in. Half of her wanted to experience each and every item in here but another half was plain scared.