15 Targeted by Evangeline Anderson Page A

it, but she had eyes only for the bed.
    Yes, whispered the other in her head. Yes, finally we’ll get what we need from a male who can give it to us. A male who is right. Who knows what we need and can fulfill our every desire. Finally!
    Tragar went to sit on the end of the bed and Emily followed him eagerly, coming to stand between his knees. Though he was sitting and she was standing their height difference meant she was still looking him in the eyes.
    “ Khalla,” he said softly. “Emily, you are driving yourself into a very dangerous situation. I can give you one more chance to calm down. If you don’t, I’ll be forced to do as my training dictates.”
    “Ooo.” Emily smiled and ran one finger teasingly over his high cheekbone. “And what exactly does it dictate you should do to me?”
    “You won’t like it,” he said shortly, capturing her hand and putting it firmly back by her side. “Will you try to calm down and stop this or not?”
    Emily felt naughty laughter bubble up in her throat—the other was amused by this turn of events.
    “I choose… not,” she said, reaching for him again. “I think I want to keep being bad. It’s fun.”
    “You might think differently after this.”
    Quick as lightning, the big Kindred grabbed her by the wrist and twisted her around. Then he bent her over one leather-clad knee and before Emily knew it she was face down with her bottom high in the air.
    “Hey! What are you doing?” Some of the naughty pleasure seemed to leave her and she looked around, trying to catch his golden eyes and find out what he was planning. “What are you—”
    “I am doing the only thing I can do.” To her shock and dismay, he was pulling up the pale blue lace nighty.
    “Hey!” Emily protested as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her matching pale blue panties and tugged them down, baring her ass. “Hey!” She struggled against him and part of her knew this would have been terrifying if not for the presence of the other . After what Grayson had done to her, a strange man pushing up her night dress and pulling down her panties ought to send her into a full blown panic attack. But somehow instead she was still hot—still deep in need and longing for what the other insisted they needed—a male—the right kind of male— this male. “Please!” she begged, struggling against him.
    The big Kindred held her down effortlessly with one hand and when Emily caught a glimpse of his face, she saw a stoic kind of shame stamped on his strong features. It was as though he was preparing to do a task he knew was wrong but necessary.
    “Forgive me, Khalla,” he growled. “But this is the only way.”
    And then he began to spank her.
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    The little female wiggled and squirmed in his lap, crying and begging as blow after blow fell on her soft, rounded buttocks. Tragar steeled himself against her cries and tried not to notice how good her lush body felt when she struggled against him.
    Truthfully this wasn’t at all what he wanted to do to her. What he wanted to do was take her up on her invitation and make love to her. To roll that sweet, curvy body under his and press deep between her thighs to fill her with his shaft. The delicious, heady scent of her heat, the aroma of desire rising from between her full thighs, was like a drug—maddening…intoxicating. Only knowing how dangerous their situation was enabled him to keep from taking her.
    Instead, he concentrated on trying to drive back the Kalor, to keep her from slipping into the second stage or Scintil as her Kit’tara emerged. His hand rose and fell as he held her down, turning her pale, innocent buttocks a rosy red. He didn’t know if what he was doing would help or not but he had to try it—it was either this or give in to the lust and the breeding madness which could kill her if it came on too soon.
    “ The Tenrah is a difficult and dangerous time for the Khalla when it comes upon her,” Tragar remembered his old