Bound To Moonlight (Sisters Of The Moon #2)

“You don’t need the boots,” he said, and she dropped them but stayed seated on the bed.

For a minute, she stared down at the concrete floor and thought about what kind of approach to take. When she looked up, she forced an expression of puzzlement into her eyes.

“Why am I a prisoner?” she asked.

He ignored the question. “So, what were you doing here tonight?”

Anya shrugged. “Taking a walk in the forest.”

“Hmm, taking your top of the range, prototype sniper rifle out for a walk, were you?” He stretched his long legs out in front of him and regarded her thoughtfully. “Why don’t we save some time, cut the crap, and you tell me what you were really doing?”

“I told you—”

He held up his hand and she stopped.

“Perhaps we could start with why you came here to kill me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Then, how about—where are my people?”

“I don’t know—”

He leapt up from his chair, gripped his fist in her shirt, and pulled her to her feet. Dragging her across the room, he slammed her into the bars of the cage behind her. The breath left her lungs in a whoosh. Then he was pressing her into the bars with his hard body. He leaned in close to her ear, and his warm breath whispered against her neck. “I will make you talk,” he murmured, and she shivered at the dark promise in his voice.

He released his grip on her shirt and stepped back, shoved his hands in his pockets and regarded her closely. “It goes against my better nature to hurt a woman, but I have three people missing and to get them back I am willing to put aside my better nature. And if I do find myself too squeamish to do whatever’s necessary then there are a few of my people who actually enjoy that sort of thing. An hour with them, and you’ll be begging to tell me everything you know.”

She drew herself up tall. “There’s nothing you can do to make me talk.”

His smile didn’t reach his cold blue eyes. “You say that, but you don’t believe it.” He drew in a deep breath. “You’re tough, but I can smell your fear.”

***

It was true. The intoxicating scent of her fear filled the room, waking the wolf inside him who howled to be free.

Something about this woman called to him and his wolf. He could still feel her body imprinted against his, and his balls ached for relief. He didn’t trust himself around her. Maybe he should hand her over to his men, but the thought of anyone else touching her, roughing her up, marring that flawless skin, made him grit his teeth in denial.

He’d studied many people in his time. Just because she feared did not mean she would break under torture. Many of the toughest people experienced fear but did not give in to it.

She moved suddenly, pushing off from the bars and high kicked him in the chest. He shuddered beneath the force of the blow but stood his ground. Any ordinary man would have been down. Unfortunately for her, he was about as far from ordinary as it was possible to get. Her eyes widened when she took in his lack of response, but she whirled around in the confined space and kicked out again. He grabbed her ankle and pulled her off balance so she crashed to the floor, her skull cracking against the hard concrete.

She put a hand to her head then stared up, her brow furrowing as she studied him. “What are you?”

“You don’t know?”

She blinked and shook her head.

Maybe this was the way to make her talk. Sebastian fell to his knees beside her. He put a hand on either side of her head and lowered his face to hers. Wolf rose up inside him, peered out of his eyes, and a growl trickled from his throat. Wolf wanted to smell her, and Sebastian buried his nose against her neck. She smelled divine, and he gave in to the urge and tasted her, licking his tongue along the length of her throat. She flinched beneath him then held herself immobile as he crouched over her. He could feel his hunger mounting. Forcing it down, he rose to stand beside her.

She lay at his feet, her eyes huge. “It was you in the forest. I thought I’d dreamed you.”

He didn’t answer, just watched as she pushed herself up, first onto her elbows. She winced then gritted her teeth and struggled to her feet, gripping the bars for support. He didn’t think she was faking her weakness. She’d hit her head hard out in the forest earlier and then again just now.

“Turn around,” he said.

She frowned. “What?”