"You are mine for all time, slave. You know that now." Raul made it a statement, a command he believed that the girl dared not disobey. Olivera smiled against his shoulder at his demanding ways. She wondered if the Alpha knew what he was talking about, or perhaps whether he was still under the spell of passion which was holding them both. Even though it had hurt hearing him refer to her as a slave, his acceptance of her body and what they shared triumphed over the hurt. And then she was crying out with pleasure, her throat working convulsively as his teeth grazed her breast, as his arms tightened possessively and his body took hers with a ferocious hunger beyond her wildest imagination.