Page 35 of Caught in His Sights

A moan escapes my lips, slick sliding down my thighs at the thought.

“Yes, please,” I pant. “I want that.”

“Then strip and present yourself to me,” Caleb commands in a firm tone.

It takes a moment to peel myself off him, to give up his heat for the promise of better to come.

As I tug off my clothes, my heart races, my pulse like a drum throbbing through my body. My arms and legs tremble as I crawl onto the mattress, my hips high and pointed toward my Alpha so he can see how ready I am for him. I drop my shoulders to the comforter and peer back at Caleb.

“Good.” Expression tight with hunger, he slips off the mask and tosses it to the floor. “Now let’s see how well you can take what I have in store for you.”

As he peels off his shirt, it sends a rush of fever through me, and my impatience gets the better of me. I crawl to the edge of the bed and reach for the front of his pants, desperate to touch him, to feel the hardness pressing against the zipper.

But before my fingers connect, Caleb catches my hands, pulling them away from his hips.

A wicked grin plays on his lips. “You still need to be taught patience, Oliver.”

I squirm in anticipation, my body responding to the dominance in his voice.

Still holding me captive, Caleb guides me to the headboard. He transfers both of my wrists to one hand and reaches behind the heavy metal post of the frame, bringing out the chain with the padded handcuffs I discovered earlier.

My heart races, wanting to be confined while also afraid he plans to lock me up and leave me here alone as he threatened.

Panic wins out, and I lunge forward, biting into Caleb’s shoulder. The fabric of his shirt sticks to my tongue before my saliva soaks it through, his flesh warm in my mouth with a hint of copper.

He lets out a low growl and shoves me back, sinking his teeth into the tender area just below my nape guard. White hot pleasure crashes over me, and I come, soaking the front of Caleb’s pants. Slick floods down my thighs, my body screaming to be filled by this Alpha.

Caleb chuckles when I fall limp, pushing me down onto the bed. When our eyes lock, his pupils are blown, and a flush darkens his cheeks from the effects of my Heat, but he somehow stays in control.

He fastens the cuff around my wrists, securing me to the headboard. “I knew you’d be a little spitfire. You can bite and scratch all you want, as long as you keep it to places my clothes can hide.”

His words send a thrill down my spine, and I arch into his touch, splaying my legs wide.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Caleb strokes down my center but stops at my navel without going lower. “Want to put your marks all over me? Claim me as yours?”

I writhe beneath his hand, my bound wrists stopping me from grabbing for him again. My dick throbs, already hard again and pressed tight against my stomach.

Caleb steps back, leaving me vulnerable and aching as he walks to his closet. Desperate for anything to ground me, I bury my face into the pillows, only to whine in protest when Caleb’s pheromones aren’t on the linens. The bedding is too new, and Caleb’s never slept in it.

Frustrated, I bite down on the pillow and shake my head, flinging it off the side of the mattress. It’s not what I need.

Caleb returns, holding a black plastic bag in one hand. As he takes in the mess and my bared teeth, hungry pride hardens his features. “Don’t worry. Soon, this bed will be soaked in our combined scents.”

From the sack, he brings out a box and pops the lid off.

My breath hitches when he reveals a thick butt plug, and my heart races. Thinking back to threats Caleb made earlier, my legs close to shield myself.

My attention locks on the rigid outline tightening his pants, hard and ready for me. That’s what I want.

“Be good, Oliver,” Caleb warns, the rumble behind the words shivering through me.

Instantly, I part my thighs, and his approving rumble rushes through me like fire.

With firm hands, he shoves my knees to my chest, exposing my ass. “You’re so slick for me.”

I whine and tilt my hips toward him, seeking more praise.

Something cold and blunt fits to my entrance, not his cock, but almost as thick. I buck, craving to be filled, and pressure builds before my body gives.

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