Page 78 of Tanners Scheme (Breeds 8)
âExcuse me?â He was crazy. Psychotic didnât even come close to the insanity this Breed possessed. âI think you know damned good and well I did have sex with Tanner. â
White, sharp incisors flashed at the side of his mouth as he smiledâa wide, amused smile as his green eyes became brilliant with it.
âYou had sex,â he agreed. âBut you didnât mate. Heâs decided I get to take care of that one. â
âOh, has he?â She was shaking with fury, with fear. âAre you going to rape me to do it?â
âDo I have to?â The smile was gone. His expression hardened with purpose as he stepped closer. âAre you going to force me into doing it, Scheme, or are you going to make it easy for both of us?â
She shook her head slowly. âI wonât let you rape me. â
âI guess that means youâre going to make it easy for me, then,â he said, the curve of his lips feral now. âBe a good girl then and take your clothes off. Weâll just go ahead and get it over with. â
âNo. â She shook her head, feeling the pounding fear and fury filling her head. âI wonât make anything easy for either of you. â
âMates canât deny one another,â he said, confusing her further as he stepped closer to her. âI promise, honey, once it starts, you wonât want to deny me. â
His smile was sarcastic now, his body corded and tight as he stalked her.
âYouâre crazy,â she accused, fighting to breathe as she stared around the room desperately. There had to be a way out of this. She couldnât bear it if he touched her, she knew she couldnât.
âJust close your eyes and pretend Iâm Tanner. â His voice gentled. âIt wonât be that hard. â
Her heart was beating so fiercely against her breast that she was certain it would burst through. It tightened her throat, made breathing hard, made thought almost impossible.
âI wonât hurt you, Scheme. â He advanced further, moving closer.
She wasnât going to get out of this, Scheme realized. He was waiting on her to move, to run. He was prepared for it. She wouldnât make it a single step.
âDonât do this,â she whispered when he was but a step away. âPlease. â
; âWhy?â His voice held a crooning purr, a dangerous, subtle savagery.
âI donât want you. â Her voice was thick with the tears she refused to shed. âIf youâre going to kill me, just do it and get it over with. Donât do this. â
âIâll ask you again. Why? Why shouldnât I take what Tanner gave me? He wants your protection, nothing else. The only way to protect you against Breed Law is if one of us mates you. â
âWhat are you talking about?â she cried out angrily. âIâve spent a damned week in that bed with him. What kind of demented rules do you bastards have for sex anyway?â
His head lifted, his nostrils flaring as his gaze became calculating. âIâm sorry,â he whispered a second before he was on her.
His fingers curled around her arms as his lips moved over hers, his tongue sliding against the seam as she lost the last of her sanity.
Wild. Desperate. She screamed out in rage, kicking, trying to bite, feeling her flesh crawl at his touch as she fought to escape him. She couldnât bear it. Not after being with Tanner, feeling things she had never thought she would feel with a man, being warm, whole in his arms, even if he was destined to be her executioner.
She couldnât stand for this man to touch her now. It didnât matter who he was or what he was to Tanner, he wasnât Tanner. And it wasnât his touch she was dying for, bile rising in her throat as pain welled in her soul.
In all the years she had deceived her father, he had never had her raped. And Tanner had walked away and left her alone with a man determined to do just that.
âTanner!â She was screaming his name as Cabal held her easily, his lips at her ear, touching her, whispering something. Something meant to be soothing, though the words made no sense.
She screamed Tannerâs name again, struggling, fighting to be free from the impossibly hard grip of Cabalâs hands on her arms, the breadth of his chest which kept her pinned to the wall, the force of his powerful legs pinning hers in place.
Panic raced through her system as she shrank from his touch, her sensitive flesh prickling with distaste as he held her to him.
âI donât want you,â she cried out furiously, bucking against him, fighting his hold. âI donât want this. â