"Mary Janice Davidson - Wyndham Werewolves 01 - Love's Prisoner" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davidson Mary Janice)

Did you actually use the Vulcan Neck Pinch on me, you freak?"

Then she realized she was alone. The bedroom was small—the bed took up nearly the entire room, and
paneled with pastel-striped wallpaper. There were two large windows on each side of the bed, and . . .

And the bedroom was moving. She bounded off the bed, swaying for a long moment as a wave of
dizziness swamped her, then lurched to the nearest window.

The bedroom was on a highway. Traveling roughly seventy miles an hour.

There was a short 'rap-rap' on the door, and then Tall, Dark, and Weird stuck his head in. "Are you all
right?"

She whirled on him and he grinned as she snapped, "I am so sick of hearing that question from
you—usually after you've done something horrible to me!No, I'm not all right! I'm a rape victim and a
kidnap victim and a—a pregnancy victim and a Vulcan Neck Pinch Victim and now I'm in some sort of
mobile bedroom—"

"It's an RV," he said helpfully, easing into the room, keeping his hands in sight. She felt like a rabbit,
easily spooked, like she might bolt any second. Apparently he had the same impression, because his
voice was low and very soothing. "I wanted you to be comfortable for the trip."

"How very fucking considerate of you," she said with acid sarcasm. "Why, I don't know when I've been
kidnapped by a nicer man."

His smile faded. "Jeannie, I have enemies who would kidnap you and take your baby from you and then
kill you, all so they could raise the next pack leader and have a voice of power. How could I let that
happen to you?"

She took a deep breath and forced calm. On top of everything else—the physical power, the sexy
voice—did he have to be so handsome? If she'd gotten a look at him in the elevator before the lights
went out, he probably wouldn't have had to force her. Much. "Look. I'm not saying you're a liar, okay?
I'm not saying that. I'm sure you believe all this stuff."
"Thanks," he said dryly.

"But the fact is, you can't force women in elevators and then show up and yank them from their homes
and take them who-knows-where. Youcan't. Don't you know it's wrong? Don't you care?"

He sat on the edge of the bed and nodded soberly. "I do know it's wrong. By your laws."

She threw her hands up in disgust. "Oh, here we go."

"I do care," he continued. "As angry and humiliated as you are, I'm as embarrassed to find myself having
to play the villain. But it's far worse to use you for my pleasure and then never give you another thought.
Especially when I knew you were ovulating, knew there was an excellent chance I'd made you pregnant.
How could I turn my back on you after using you? How could I never look in on you, make sure you
were out of danger?"

"Fine!" she shouted, stomping toward the bed. "Look in on me! Tell me you're not dead! You could
have apologized for forcing me and scaring me and—and other stuff, and I could have thanked you for