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

He stiffened at the height of her climax, threw his head back, and roared at the ceiling in pure animal
triumph.

For long moments, she didn't think she would ever be able to move. She could smell the scent of their
lovemaking, could hear his heavy breathing, hear her own. Her pulse thudded in her ears and she was
damp with sweat and . . . other things.

He pulled back and out, his hands frantically feeling her limbs, her neck. "Are you hurt?" he asked
hoarsely. "Did I hurt you?"

"No," she said tiredly, ready to sleep for a week. A year. "No, it was a surprisingly painless rape."

She felt him flinch, and wondered who she thought she was fooling. It might have been rape for the first
minute, but after that she had been an eager participant. Shame made her flush.

"Jeannie—I'm so very sorry. I don't expect you to understand." She felt his hand on her arm and cringed
back, hating herself, hating him, and most of all, hating the fact that she wanted to do it all over again,
right now. Right here. "I'm sorry," he said again, quietly. "My poor Jeannie. You were so brave."

"Don't call me that," she snapped. She tried to pull her shredded blouse together, but might as well have
tried dressing with confetti. "Don't call me anything. Don't talk to me at all."

"We need to get you out of here," he said urgently, completely ignoring her order. "And quickly. The
moon's almost up."

"Donot start that again," she ground out.

"Out," he was muttering, "Need to get you out. Not safe here."

"Brother, have you gotthat right." She started to stand and nearly pitched forward; she would have
thought her eyes would have adjusted to the dark by now, but she was still effectively blind. And
exhausted. And—how was this for the stupidest thing ever—she wanted him to put his arms around her
and promise everything would be all right.

What if she was stuck in here with him all night? What if he decided to take her again? Could she fight
him off? Did she want to?

She heard him stand, heard him bang experimentally on the elevator roof, then heard the groan of metal
as he somehow forced the locked hatch. She shook her head at the sound, amazed at his strength. He
could have broken my neck, she thought dumbly. Anytime he wanted.

"Why thehell didn't you do that twenty minutes ago?"

He gripped her waist and lifted her up, up . . . and through the small trapdoor. "I had other things on my
mind," he replied shortly. "Like how badly I needed to touch you."

"Bastard."

"Yes," he said quietly. "But now I can think again. For a while."