For a moment she’d let herself believe they were meant to be together too, but even with their lovemaking they were still little more than strangers sharing a bed. A lump constricted her throat. She knew his identity now. Was he hoping to control her and keep her from telling the world the truth? Hurt squeezed her chest. Yes, she wanted her father’s reputation back, but not at Blake and his shifter friends’ freedom. She pulled back from him. “I don’t belong to anyone.” He inhaled sharply. “Regrets already?” Oh, god. An argument already? “No. But my will is my own.” He nodded. “As it should be.” His eyes narrowed, his lips pressing together. “You think I want to keep you quiet and under my thumb?” She flushed. “It did enter my mind.” He rolled away from her, stood and stepped back into his jeans with jerky movements. “Then it’s a good thing you are on the pill and cannot fall pregnant.” “Oh?” His nostrils flared as he looked down at her. “You and my child would be mine.
