Mountain Moonlight (10 page)

The prime alpha ran the pack and all the holdings. His way.

Katya would find that she’d bitten off way  more than she could chew. And the best place to start would be right here, right now.

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Now that the commotion of the day had passed, the crowds dispersed, leaving only  Elena, Noah  and  Katya in the great room. Katya  still hadn’t made eye contact with him,in fact seemed to be avoiding him completely.

She could try. But he had plans for his new…fiancée.

“We going to stand here all day or can we get unpacked?” Noah asked.

Conner grinned. Great way to start.

Katya nodded and motioned to one of the men standing in the doorway. “I’llarrange to have your luggage brought up to your rooms.”

Conner said, “Arrange to have my luggage taken to your room.”

Her eyes widened, then  narrowed. “I don’t think so.”

“Oh, I do think so, princess. We’re mated.  We’ve bonded. That means I sleep with you. Tonight, tomorrow night and every night after that.”

She blanched, her gaze darting to Elena, who shrugged and stated, “He has theright as your life mate to sleep anywhere he pleases, including with you.”

“Damn,” she muttered, more to herself than to anyone else. She looked up  and nodded. “Very well. If that’s what you want.”

“Oh, I want a lot more than that, princess.” She’d find out soon enough exactly what he wanted. And how often. She may have played her game well enough to trap him, but he  didn’t behave well in a cage. Katya would find her pet wolf had sharp teeth, jagged claws and a fierce bite.

She cast him a wary glance and led them up  the stairs, asking Elena to show Noah to his room. Elena’s eyes glimmered with lust  and Noah offered a lazy smile as he shutthe door behind them. Katya continued down the long hallway, opening the double doors to the room at the end.

Late afternoon sunlight streamed in through floor-to-ceiling windows covered only by sheer drapes. The floors were wood, hidden by the occasional ornamental rug, showing the same signs of wear as the carpeting outside  the room.

The bed was a magnificent, king-sized four-poster. A shorter person would need a stool to climb on top of the thick mattress.  A golden coverlet in satin made the bed the focal point of the room.

The rest consisted of seating areas, sofas,  a small library and another door leading

to the bathroom.

Plenty of space for both of them. And the  big bed had his mind straying to thoughtsof sex. He may hate Katya for what she’d done to  him, but he still wanted  her with aprimal lust that shook him. He adjusted his tight jeans,  his mind already planning the evening’s activities.

“It’s almost time for dinner. I’ll allow you to  unpack. We meet in the dining room at seven.”

She started to walk out but he grabbed her by the upper arm. She glared at him,

trying to tug free, but he held her  in place.

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God, she smelled good. Like wildflowers and  an underlying scent of sex that drifted into his senses and hardened him completely.

Her eyes widened. “Let go of me, Conner.”

“Not a chance, princess. You had your chance to let me go last night. Now I’m never letting you go. I’m your alpha now. Your mate. You do what I say.”

When she didn’t respond, he added, “Whatever I say. Whenever I say it. However I want it. You’re mine. Don’t ever forget that.”

He loosened  his hold on her arm  and she jerked away from his grasp. “Like I said.  Dinner is at seven. You miss it, you fend for  yourself.” She shut the door behind her and Conner turned toward his luggage, feeling much more in control of his destiny now than he’d felt after finding out he’d mated the princess.

This was going to be fun.

* * * * *

Katya paced the kitchens, ignoring the curious stares of the people putting theevening meal together.

Living under the same roof with Conner was going to be torment. How would she manage to keep her aloof distance while  craving him with a hunger that left her breathless?

She was supposed to be furious with him for treating her like a  conniving con artist,not lusting after him and hoping he’d throw her down  on the nearest floor and fuck her the same way he had yesterday. Even his commands to her before she left the bedroom made her wet with anticipation.  His claiming dominance over her, his  not-so-subtle innuendos about her giving him exactly what  he  wanted. Part of her was enraged at thisarrogance. The other part of her thrilled at the sensual promise in his words.

It had to be  lupine mating frenzy. There  was no other explanation for it. She’d had a taste of her mate and it wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy her. Wolves mating for the first time were known to go for weeks having nonstop sex, until the crazed lust was satisfied. She’d only had a glimpse of what it was like to mate with Conner.

She hated how he felt about her,  but she needed him inside her.

The sounds of people gathering in the dining room signaled it was time for her to go into dinner. She prayed for the strength  to make it through without any altercations.  Despite the fact Conner didn’t want to be  prime alpha of the pack, he’d accepted the position. Now it was time for him to show  whether he  could lead her people  or not.

He and Noah were already present and seated when she walked through the door.  He’d taken her normal place at the head of  the table, deliberately no doubt. His arched brow indicated he was prepared for her to battle him on  this point. He was baiting her.

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Katya wasn’t stupid. She knew to choose her battles wisely. A chair in the dining room wasn’t worth a ruckus. Besides, it was important her people accept him as the wolf who would rule beside her.  If she didn’t accept him,  they never would. Putting her personal feelings aside for the good of the pack, she sat next to him and across from  Noah.

Her people relaxed and began to eat. Conversation was kept at a minimum, especially considering Conner and Noah  didn’t speak their language. While many of them had a good command of English,  some didn’t. Interpreting was necessarythroughout the meal.

Elena began to teach Conner and Noah a few words and phrases in Romanian.  They seemed eager to learn and adept at picking up the language.

“I’d like to  begin daily lessons in your language, starting tomorrow,” Conner said to Elena.

She nodded and said, “Of course. I am available whenever you are ready to begin.”

It irked her  that her cousin didn’t even  look over at her for approval. While Conner would rule by her side, Katya didn’t want everyone to think he’d taken over her duties. He would be her mate, but didn’t possess royal blood. She was the sole Braslieu royal survivor, and as such occupied the prime alpha spot in the pack. She made a mental note to speak with Elena about this tomorrow.

Conner ignored her throughout dinner. At  least verbally. But he glanced her way often, his gaze hot, intense, searing through her cool reserve. A clear challenge to her ability to remain impervious to him.

He had much to learn. She was a Braslieu. Made of strong Romanian and

Carpathian stock. She could handle whatever  game  he  played  with  her.  If  he  thoughther a coldhearted bitch now, she’d show him exactly how frigid she could be. Her ridiculous lupine mating hormones be damned.

When dinner was over, she stood, intending to hide out somewhere. Anywhere but wherever Conner was. She turned to walk out.

“Katya.”

She stopped at the sound of Conner’s voice, turning and offering an  icy smile.

“Yes?”

“I’d like to spend the evening  alone with you in the house.”

Not a chance. “Other people live  in this house, Conner. Not possible.”

Elena said, “I’m sure we could arrange some alone time for the two of you. Nice  night for a run outside in the woods, anyway.”

She cast a glare at her cousin, who smiled and shrugged, then  hurried from the room, stating she’d alert the rest of the household to vacate for the evening.

“Your people think you are desperate to be alone with me.”

He walked toward her. She skirted around him and  smoothed the tablecloth along

the table. “My people are misinformed.”

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“We’re mated now, Katya. You wanted me  last night. I assume  that hasn’t  changed.”

The egotism of the man! She turned and stormed toward him. “You assume wrong. Everyone assumes wrong. After accusing  me of deliberately trapping you into  a  marriage you don’t want, do you really believe  I’d be interested in having anything to  do with you?”

“I think you’re more than interested,” he said, stepping forward to  lift a lock of hair  from her shoulder. “You want me.”

Her breath stuttered but she reached up and yanked  her hair from his grasp. “Idon’t want you.”

“I can smell you, Katya. Your pussy juice  smells like nectar to me. You make thatscent just for me.”

He lied. He couldn’t smell anything, despite the fact her panties  were wet and her breasts felt  swollen and achy. Ignoring the  wants of her body, she threw her shouldersback. “Let me make this perfectly clear, Conner. I will never want you. What happened

between us was a  mistake. I gave you the  chance to back out, but you chose to  acknowledge we had mated. That means we’re  stuck with each other, like it or not.”

“Oh, I like  it just fine.” Undaunted, he stepped toward her and ran his knuckles  across her cheek.

Fire blazed a trail after his touch, her body quaking with the need to touch him,taste him, beg him to do what he’d done to her last night. But she was stronger than herneeds. Her pride would never allow acquiescence to him. “Don’t touch me.”

He arched a brow. “Are you certain? Your  choice, of course,  but I can make you want me.”

She laughed at him. “No, Conner. You can’t.”

“Is that a challenge?”

Don’t  do it.  Don’t say the words.  This game  is stupid and you’re  playing right into his hands.
 
But damn if she was just as eager to  show him she could withstand his charm as he was to prove her wrong. “Give it your best shot.”

Conner’s lips curled in a smile, anticipation filling him with desire for the  Romanian beauty.

He’d never found innocence particularly attractive. But seeing it reflected in thewary eyes of the woman before him, it aroused him more than he ever thought possible.

He was struck by the  sheer liquid softness of her skin. Her lips parted and shebreathed heavily, her breasts rising against her sweater, outlining their shape and therigid nipples he recalled so clearly.

“Relax,” he whispered, taking a step closer and cupping the nape of her neck todraw her toward him.

Her body tensed and she stiffened.

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“Calm down, Katya. This won’t hurt a bit.”

He almost saw her lips curl into a smile.  Almost. She still stood  like a stone statue, rigid and immobile.

Frankly, her acceptance of his challenge  surprised him. And aroused him. Tiptoeing  around her wasn’t going to ease the tension. Desire wavered between them like an  impenetrable wall—a wall they both wanted  down but neither would make the first

move.

He might not be happy about the situation she’d forced him into, but he’d be damned if he’d leave her untouched. Katya  was his mate now and he wanted  to fuck his woman. Deciding the best way was to  knock the wall down was simply to plungeright in, he pulled her close and covered her lips with his.

Absorbing her gasp by fitting his mouth over hers, he slid his tongue inside and tasted her unique flavor. Warm, spicy, like  brandy. Sensuous, full bodied and rich, likethe lush woman under his hands.

He reached around and ran his hands up and  down her spine, gently pressing in atthe small of her back and  forcing her hips forward.

Her sex brushed his rapidly growing hard-on and he inhaled sharply.

She tensed again, and he pulled back. “This would be a lot easier if you relaxed a bit.”

Defiance sparked in her eyes. “I’m not going to make it easy for you.”

He knew the challenge wasn’t the only reason  for her tension. Like  him, she didn’tlike giving in. She was as alpha as he.  That’s why they made a good match.

Hell, what  was he saying? He didn’t want  this match any more  than she did. Sowhy was he here, his cock hard as steel  and twitching to slide inside her heat?

Besides, he liked her this way. A little spunk, a little fire. The last thing he wanted was a pliant rag doll in his arms. No, his tastes ran more toward the wild and untamed.  He’d wager she was full of pent-up sexuality just dying for the right man to let it loose.

He was one lucky man. Now he needed to be  a shrewd one, because if he lost thisbattle of wills with her,  he’d lose the respect of the pack.

He reached behind her  and pulled the clasp holding  her hair up, letting  it  spill over her shoulders. Dark as midnight and soft as her skin, it floated over his fingertips as he threaded his hand through the mass of curls.