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  He closed his eyes, riding through his seed filling her. A new desire arose. He wanted her with his child. He started to move again, even though it almost hurt from how good it felt. Images of Angel pregnant, her belly swollen with his son, flashed through his thoughts. He even formed a picture of what it would look like with her holding his child in her arms.

  He wanted it so bad. His dick hardened until he actually had to glance at his arm to make certain he wasn’t transforming into his other form. His skin wasn’t gray. Paler than normal but still all flesh. He pumped his hips harder, faster, driving them both into another shouting match when the passion broke. He stilled, panting.

  Angel’s ragged breathing alarmed him. She was human. He worried about her. “Angel?”

  “Mind blown.” Her voice was a mere whisper. “Good thing.”

  It was too much for her. He was too much for her. He released her breasts and she whimpered. He felt like a bastard as he lifted off her back and stood. He gently withdrew his dick. He was still hard, his dick aching. He didn’t smell or see blood. He relaxed a little. She was so small. Fragile. He stared at her ass. She had a wonderful one. He didn’t like women too skinny, and his Angel had curves. He opened his hands and couldn’t resist palming her cheeks.

  “Don’t stop. I need you,” she pleaded.

  She arched her back, lifting her ass into his hands. He eased forward a little and didn’t even have to guide his dick. He was too hard to need to. He just pressed against her pussy and slid home. He threw back his head as she took him and her moans were all the encouragement he needed. He let go of her ass and reached out, grabbing the posts of the bed with both hands. He let nature take over, fucking her until his knees wanted to give out and he was snarling her name as he came hard.

  Chapter Four

  Angel knew she’d survived when she woke. Every muscle seemed to ache. The heavy weight on her back and the warm breath that fanned her neck made her smile though. Creed had made it through the ravage, and she felt it was appropriately named. She muffled a laugh. He’d ravaged her. She tried to shove her hair out of her face, but chains rattled and her arm wouldn’t bend more than a few inches.

  She was still restrained. The last thing she remembered before passing out was Creed giving her water to drink and gently cleaning her. He’d also adjusted the chains at the side of the bed, moving them to the top so she could lie more on the mattress instead of just being bent over it. Her ankles and legs had been freed. He’d collapsing on top of her after that and brushed kisses along her shoulder. The heat faded to a warm glow inside her body. The need for Creed to fuck her had calmed. He’d come down from the high of his hormones soon after she had. Not that she’d had any complaints.

  “Creed?” Her voice came out raspy, her throat dry.

  He tensed over her and his breathing changed.

  “Can you untie me yet? I need your bathroom.”

  “Yes.” His voice sounded gruff.

  She stifled a laugh. He was probably experiencing the same issues as her. She just hoped he ached a little bit less. He slowly moved off her and unbuckled one wrist. She bent that arm, stretching it up. He undid her left arm last and she rolled over.

  Creed stood at the end of the bed with his back to her. “I’m sorry I fell asleep. But you did, and I just thought I’d let you sleep for a little bit before I took you home.”

  She sat up and adjusted the so-called dress. He had on his towel garment but it was a bit askew. She grinned at the line of beefy ass that showed. She noticed his coloring then. He was a golden brown again. He looked healthy and sexy.

  “It’s okay. Do you know what time it is?”

  He crossed the room, not looking at her. He opened a drawer and peered inside. “Damn.”

  “What?”

  “It’s past noon. We slept the morning away.”

  She eased off the bed and cringed when she stood. Her legs were wobbly but held her weight. “I didn’t have anywhere to be. Did you?”

  “No.”

  “Where’s your bathroom?”

  He pointed to the closed door in the corner. “There.”

  “May I use it?”

  “Of course.”

  He wouldn’t look at her. That hurt. She hadn’t ever had a one-night stand before but she wasn’t liking the aftermath of her first experience at all. He could at least act as if she were a person. Instead, she felt as if he wanted her gone. Pain came first but it was quickly followed by anger. She walked past him and opened the door. She didn’t glance his way. Two could play that messed-up game.

  The bathroom was a surprise. She expected a compost toilet in his cave but there was actual plumbing. It was a little crude in the rock-hewn room, but still nice. She closed the door and shook her head. GarLycans were pretty ingenious with making their cave dwellings comfortable. She quickly used his flush toilet and decided to shower while she was in there. The shower was a lower section of the room, with a drain in the floor and a hanging hose-like faucet. It would probably make him pricklier that she planned to get clean before he took her home, but she didn’t care.

  The water wasn’t hot but comfortably warm. She sniffed his shampoo and liked the scent. She took her time, and then dried off, putting the dress back on since it was all she had to wear. She borrowed his toothpaste and used her finger to clean her teeth. She opened the bathroom door finally and found him sitting on the end of the bed. He met her gaze. His eyes had returned to their normal stormy blue. He also looked as if he’d showered. She wasn’t certain how that was possible, but his hair was freshly wet.

  “Two bathrooms?”

  “I have an outdoor shower above. I climbed up there since you were taking your sweet time.”

  “Why do you have a second one?”

  “I don’t think you want the answer to that.”

  “I wouldn’t have asked otherwise.”

  He hesitated for long seconds. “So I don’t have to clean up inside if I come home bloody. I can wash outside.”

  She wasn’t shocked. GarLycans and Lycans sometimes dealt with violence. It was just a fact. Creed’s job was to protect the pack, and she was sure blood had been spilled on many occasions over the years. “That’s smart. I’m ready to go.”

  He arched an eyebrow.

  “What? You want me gone. Let’s go.”

  “I didn’t say that.”

  “You wouldn’t even look at me. I got the message loud and clear.”

  He stood. “It’s because I feel guilty. I was trying to think of a way to apologize. I’m sorry.”

  “I knew what I was getting into.”

  He narrowed his eyes. “Really? Because I didn’t mean to keep you chained down and pass out on top of you. That came as a surprise to me.”

  Angel shrugged. “We were both pretty worn out.”

  He came closer. “How are you feeling?”

  “The shower helped. How do you get warm water down here?”

  He hesitated. “Do you really want to know?”

  “I asked. It’s pretty clever.”

  “I installed solar panels for electricity and keep water tanks above. They refill when it rains. They’re metal and they heat up in the summer. I also have a propane water heater for the winters. It doesn’t get as hot as your homes would but it’s more comfortable than trying to heat water and take a bath in a plastic tub.”

  “And the toilet?”

  “I drilled in water and waste lines. That wall isn’t too far from the edge of the cliff and a small ledge. It and the sink aren’t hooked to the hot water but come directly from the collection containers above that store all the rain water. That’s what I use for the kitchen too. I boil anything before I use it for cooking.”

  She glanced around the bedroom. “How did you get that big bed in here?”

  He grinned. “I had my brothers help. We flew it in pieces and put it together. I helped them with their homes too.”

  “It’s very comfortable and big.”

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