He was standing with her naked in the forest, holding her against her will. He couldn’t take that back now. He had to see this thing through. He grabbed the jewels off the forest floor. If she could just trust him and tell him the truth, if she could just believe that he could protect her from Dimitri Ivanov, they could put an end to this game.
“I’m going to have to keep you here until you tell me what’s going on. You understand that, right?” he asked her.
“I’ll never tell you anything, Rollo Morris. Just let me go.”
“Have it your way, little kitty,” he said, leading her through the forest toward the cabin.
When he looked back at her, as the yellow morning sun shone across her tanned face, he could swear he saw her smirk at him. Maybe this was a game that Zoe Bright didn’t mind playing.
11
Zoe had never been more turned on in her life, or more pissed off. The more Rollo acted like some kind of protective jailer, the more she wanted him to play out his sexy little role. But he didn’t do it. He just kept asking her to tell him about Dimitri Ivanov. She couldn’t tell Rollo about her involvement with Dima.
If she turned evidence against her ex-lover, she knew she would be dead. He and his gang would find her, no matter where in the world she ran, no matter what name she went by. Dimitri Ivanov would find her, and he would kill her. He would probably kill Rollo too.
Rollo had no idea what he was dealing with. Her sexy grizzly mate was a small town cop who thought he was doing what was best for everyone. She kept jabbing him about holding her against her will, but she knew exactly why he was doing it. He wanted to find a way to get her off the hook. But that would require her giving him concrete evidence about Dimitri Ivanov’s criminal activity. That was something she just couldn’t do.
It wasn’t out of some sort of sense of loyalty to Dima. Far from it. Her motivation was pure, unadulterated fear of the man. She had seen him shoot people in the face for lesser offenses, right in front of her.
He hurt her repeatedly. Not to mention the psychological torture he inflicted every day, reminding her what he would do to her if she failed again. He executed people who failed him, and he never missed a chance to show her exactly how cruel he could be.
She couldn’t turn him in. She couldn’t give Rollo any ammunition against the man, or it would put them both in danger. Rollo thought he was protecting her, but she was really protecting him. When they passed through the front yard of the cabin and in the door, she noticed the buck lying on the gravel below the stairs.
“Nice kill,” she said as Rollo pulled her into the cabin.
“I got it for you,” he said, pushing her into a chair.
“Ah, some girls get diamonds, and I get a dead buck.”
“You want to eat, don’t you?” he asked, tying her wrists to the chair with rope.
He had each arm tied down to one side of the chair, making it almost impossible for her to reach her claws over to the other wrist to saw herself out of the rope. Damn him. Hot puffs of his breath blew over her naked back as he restrained her to the chair. She would have to find some other way out of this. If only she weren’t so freaking turned on right now.
He straightened and walked around in front of her, looking down at her muddy, naked body. She slowly widened her legs until her pussy was only slightly revealed. He growled, showing his sharp teeth and the light of his animal in his eyes. She pursed her lips at him and then smiled.
“What about that buck?” she said.
He was naked himself and obviously as aroused as she was. She could smell the desire pumping out of his loins. He’d been hard since he’d caught her and stood before her almost completely erect. She bit her lip, imagining what he could do to her right now as she sat tied in this chair. God, she wanted him.
She wished he would just take her and mark her and be done with it. She didn’t want to think anymore, she just wanted to feel the heat of his body sliding into her wet softness over and over again until she screamed his name and scared the birds in the trees above the cabin into the sky.
“Right,” he said, pulling a sharp knife from the kitchen table.
Zoe balked at the sight of the knife, her arousal quickly turning to fear. Rollo frowned and lowered the knife to his side. He tilted his head and sniffed the air.
“I’ll go get our breakfast,” he growled. “After we eat we should get some sleep.”
Rollo turned out the front door and disappeared from view. Zoe let out a long, ragged breath. The sight of the knife had terrified her. What Dima had done to her had hurt her more than she even realized. Rollo came back a few moments later with a bowl full of fresh meat. He set the bowl on the kitchen table while he stoked up the fire. He then put venison on roasting skewers and set them above the flames. The smell of cooking meat filled the cabin and Zoe’s mouth watered.
Now that the sun was up, she was beginning to realize how exhausted she really was. Some breakfast and sleep sounded like exactly what she needed right now. But how could she let her guard down when she knew that Dima was waiting for her?
She was being held here by someone she did not want Dima to find out about. She had to get away from Rollo, take the jewels to Dimitri, and then skip town as fast as possible. It was the only way to keep either of them safe.
As the meat cooked, Rollo walked over to Zoe and looked at her naked body.
“You’re dirty,” he said. “I’ll wash you before we sleep.”
“I don’t want you to touch me,” she said, dreading the idea of his wet soapy hands all over her skin.
“I’m not trying to molest you,” he said. “I just want to keep you safe and comfortable.”
“If you want to keep me safe, then let me go,” she reasoned.
Rollo pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes closed. “I’ll go get some water,” he said.
Rollo went outside and came back with a bucket of water that he heated with a hot steel rod that had been in the fireplace. He dropped a few soap flakes in the bucket and plunged a natural sea sponge into the water. He knelt in front of her, his eyes sweeping over her curves. He looked up at her face, his expression tense. Then he swept the soapy sponge over her shoulder, bringing it down her arm.
“Do those ropes hurt?” he asked in a soft voice.
“Yes,” she said.
He plunged the sponge into the water again, wrung it out, and washed from her breast down her stomach.
“I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to keep you tied up like this. I just need answers, Zoe. Tell me about your involvement with Dimitri Ivanov.”
“He was my boyfriend,” she said. “The level of jealousy you are displaying right now is really psychotic.”
Rollo rolled his eyes and continued sweeping the sponge over her body. He dipped it between her legs and pulled it down her thigh. Every sweep of his hand over her body was like liquid magic.
Her clit swelled, tight and painful between her legs, begging to be touched. Every movement of his hand, even over innocuous places like her calves or the tops of her feet electrified her desire to such intensity, her nipples tightened and pointed into steel divots.
She bit her lip and looked into his eyes, growling. He could smell her arousal. Why didn’t he just take her? But Rollo Morris was too much of a gentleman to take this game to the next level. Damn him.
“I know he wasn’t just your boyfriend. I know you didn’t steal these jewels for yourself. Cut the shit, Zoe,” he said, standing up to quickly wash himself of the dirt streaked over his skin.
He grabbed a towel and hastily dried them both off before going to the fireplace and removing the now roasted venison from the roasting skewers. He placed them on plates and set them at the table before pulling his boxers back on. Zoe craned her neck to look behind at what Rollo was doing at the table.
“How am I supposed to eat with my hands tied up?” she asked.
Rollo walked over with the terrifying buck knife and sliced the rop
es binding her wrists to the chair. She brought them away as the ropes fell to the ground, gripping the aching flesh of her wrists. She pulled her panties and bra off the floor, and walked over to sit across from Rollo at the table.
She picked up a steak knife and fork and sliced a bite of venison before popping it in her mouth. Rollo had filled two glasses with fresh spring water, and she took a long drink from the ancient glass cup. She hadn’t had such earthy food in so long. Her jaguar reveled in the taste of fresh meat and cool water fresh from the ground.
“It’s not the Ritz, but it’ll keep your belly full,” he said, taking a bite himself.
After they finished their steaks, Rollo tied Zoe up to the bed. He went outside to harvest the rest of the meat and dispose of the carcass while Zoe remained in the cabin with both of her hands tied up behind her head to the headboard of the bed.
If Rollo didn’t think he was currently involved in some kind of kink fest, then he must have a screw loose, in Zoe’s opinion. She couldn’t help wanting him to come back and ravage her in every way possible. His willpower was better than hers, that was clear.
When he returned to the cabin, the smell of blood lingered in the air but his hands and body were clean. He closed the door and walked over to the bed, climbing in beside her.
“Am I really supposed to sleep like this?” she said, rattling her arms against the headboard.
“I could just keep you awake all day,” he said to her with his back turned.
“Torturing me with sleep deprivation would be right up your alley,” she said, taunting him.
He turned over and faced her, his eyes boring into hers as he leaned over her. Then his gaze swept down over the mounds of her breasts, now framed by her pink, lacy push-up bra. His eyes slowly traveled over her stomach and down to the V between her legs until they ran up to her face again.
“I can think of a thousand things I would rather do to you,” he growled.
“Such as?” she spat out, her breasts heaving.
She couldn’t take it anymore, she wanted him. She wanted this. She didn’t want to think about Dimitri or the past or the outside world. Being this close to Rollo was driving her mad and she couldn’t take another second of her jaguar’s incessant growling. She just needed him now.
He grasped her between the legs and squeezed with a growl in her ear. Zoe let out a startled shriek, shock and arousal mingling and merging into something even more powerful. He leaned down and kissed her hard on the mouth, dipping his tongue between her lips without pause. His fingers swept under the hem of her panties, dipping through her slick outer lips and finding her ready opening. His fingers darted in and out of her pussy as his tongue darted in and out of her mouth.
Zoe strained against the bounds at her wrists, wanting to hold him and draw him closer to her. She moaned against his kiss, praying he wouldn’t stop. But he had to stop, and she had to get away from him. She couldn’t let him mark her or she would be forever bound to him. She would never be able to hide from him again. But how could she tell him to stop when it just felt so right? So perfect. Better than anything she’d ever experienced before.
It was real. Real, unadulterated pleasure. Zoe had been chasing pleasure, thrills, and excitement for her entire life. But this was it. This was the ultimate pleasure. She had never even imagined that being kissed and touched by her mate would be more thrilling than skydiving in Nepal or dancing till dawn in Amsterdam.
She groaned as the force of his pumping fingers brought her closer to climax. Rollo kissed down her neck and over her chest, pulling back the cup of her bra. As he sucked her nipple into his mouth and slid his fingers over her g-spot, Zoe erupted with a deep, throbbing orgasm. She moaned and her entire body tensed as the waves of pleasure radiated out from her core.
Rollo withdrew his fingers and kissed her cheek before he rolled away. Zoe lay panting and bound to the bed, her pleasure still clenching between her legs.
“Wait,” she panted. “Why did you stop?”
He rolled over and put his arm around her waist, pulling her close.
“You want more, little kitty,” he said into her ear. “Do you really want more? Do you want to feel my fangs deep in your neck and my cock deep in your cunt? Do you want to know what it feels like to be claimed by your mate? You’ll be bound to me by more than ropes. Are you ready for that?”
“No.”
“On second thought, maybe I should just do it,” he said raking his sharp teeth over the flesh of her neck. “Then I’d be able to read you. I would know everything.”
“You and I both know it doesn’t work like that,” she said.
He pulled away and stared at her in the eyes. “I might not get any hard evidence against Ivanov, but at least I would know more than I know now. More than you’re telling me.”
“Rollo, please let me go. Don’t you understand how much I want you? If I could have a life here on Fate Mountain with you, I can’t even imagine how good it would be. I can’t let myself imagine that. There’s no way it could ever work.”
“Why wouldn’t it work, Zoe? I can help you out of whatever trouble you’re in if you just tell me now. I can find a way. The man you’ve been working for is an evil person. He should be put behind bars. Telling me the truth is what’s best for everyone.”
“You don’t understand, Rollo. You won’t be able to catch him. He’ll kill me, and you. I cannot escape him.”
“Why do you fear him so much? He’s a criminal, like any other. I’ve been putting men like him behind bars my entire career. He hurt you, didn’t he?” Rollo stood from the bed and picked up the buck knife, showing it to Zoe. She recoiled and squeezed her eyes closed. “He did hurt you. And you’re so traumatized by it that you aren’t thinking clearly.”
“I’m fine,” she said, a tear running down her cheek.
“No you aren’t,” he said, walking over to the bed to cut the ropes that tied her down. “I’m going to take you back to the station and book you the right way. I can’t do this anymore. I tried to protect you from the law and from yourself. But you wouldn’t let me in. I refuse to hold you like this a moment longer.”
Zoe sat up in the bed feeling exhausted and confused. All she wanted to do right now was sleep beside Rollo and feel his warm body against hers just one time, before it was all over.
“I don’t want to go to the station,” she whispered, reaching out to him.
Rollo walked towards her and knelt beside her in the bed. “What do you want, Zoe?”
She ran her hand up his muscled arm. “All I want is you.”
12
Rollo melted like butter under Zoe’s gentle touch. He crept into the bed and held her in his arms under the warm patchwork quilt. Her body was limp with exhaustion, and he pulled her closer as her head lolled against his chest.
“I’m so tired, Rollo,” she said. “I can’t fight anymore. I can’t run. I just want to be close to you this one time before you take me in. Can we do that, just once?”
“Of course,” he cooed into her ear. “Sleep now, kitty.”
He held her in his arms as they drifted off into a peaceful sleep. He could feel her letting go, no longer resisting him. For the first time he felt as if he could trust her not to run away. The feeling of her body close to his, after everything they’d been through, was irresistible. But sleep beckoned his tired body too. They’d been awake all night, fighting each other. Finally, they could rest.
When they woke up later that afternoon, he pulled on his clothes and busied himself making coffee from the stash he kept up in his cabin. When Zoe emerged from the bed and pulled on her own clothes, she gratefully accepted a cup of the black brew and sat at the little table warming her hands. She took a sip and smiled as he sat down across from her.
“Are you ready to tell me about Dimitri Ivanov?” Rollo said.
He needed to know that he could trust her. They had to go back to the station soon. Before he took her in, he wanted to know that they were on the s
ame page. He needed to know everything she knew, now, so he knew what to do going forward.
His intention was to keep Zoe from serving any jail time, catch Ivanov, and put him away for good. If Zoe could connect Ivanov to the jewel heist, Rollo could arrest him while he was on Fate Mountain. He didn’t want to waste any more time.
“I guess I’m ready,” Zoe said. “Whatever happens, happens.”
“Let’s start at the beginning,” Rollo said. “When did you first meet Ivanov?”
“It was three years ago in the South of France. I was at the beach resort with some friends and he was there. We started dancing and one thing led to another. For a long time, I was just part of his entourage. That lasted for about a year. Then when he realized I was a shifter, he started asking me to do heists for him. At first it was small things, someone’s handkerchief at a party. Or someone’s wallet at a restaurant. He was grooming me.
“Then he started involving me in smuggling valuables across international borders. My shifter status gives me diplomatic immunity in many countries, and he used that to his advantage. During one of my missions, I knew I was being tailed by security. If they’d caught me, they would have found the jewels, so I dropped them in the garbage container. When security did catch up to me, they took me in for questioning. No one ever found the jewels. They must have been taken out with the trash.”
“I’m sure Ivanov didn’t like that very much.”
“No, he didn’t.”
“When did you throw away the jewels?”
“That was about a year ago. Ever since, Dima has been holding it over me. It’s like a dark cloud over my soul. He relentlessly tortures me with the reminder of how much I owe him.
“The jewels I lost were worth a million dollars. What I took from Caitlin Somerset was of the approximate value. I hoped that it would be enough to repay my debt and free me from him once and for all.
“This last year has been the worst of my life, until I came to Fate Mountain to prepare for the heist. I came to town to study how to get into Caitlin Somerset’s Louis the Fifteenth chest. Enrolling in the Bright Institute just gave me a perfect cover.
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