Page 66 of Craved By a Wolf

And frowned.

“Silk? Silk isn’t strong enough to hold me, Hella.” His golden gaze leaped to meet hers and then dropped back to his wrists.

Her secondary spell had worked then. She had hoped that if she tricked his eyes into seeing violet silk wrapped tightly around his wrists and his body into feeling the softness and warmth of that material, that he wouldn’t panic and go to that dark place he did whenever he was chained.

“It’s plenty strong.” She stroked her fingers over the silver manacles she could see.

MacKinnon tugged at his right restraint, testing it and finding it satisfactory judging by how his eyes darkened with desire again, hunger lighting them as he shifted them back to her.

He raked his gaze over her, heat following in its wake, sending her temperature soaring together with the fact she had chained him facing her on the desk. Wicked images of him taking her on it filled her mind. He sniffed and then growled, baring fangs that only made her feel hotter now that he was chained and he wouldn’t be able to easily reach her neck.

His claws flexed as she paid him back, leisurely taking in every inch of his torso as her fingers drifted to it. She stroked them over his pectorals and then down the ropes of his stomach, the short dark hairs that covered him teasing her fingertips as much as the feel of his muscles as he tensed.

Her left hand drifted lower as she tilted her head back and lifted her eyes to lock with his again, and his eyelids drooped as she stroked her palm over the impressive bulge in his jeans. Her blood heated another few degrees, scorching her as she remembered how he had looked naked, how big he had been when she had watched him dreaming of her.

He pressed his cock against her hand and lunged for her, trying to seize hold of her ruined dress as he aimed fangs at her shoulder. She leaned back, evading him, and he growled and flashed his fangs as the chains holding him shortened, pulling him away from her and placing her beyond his reach.

Hella huffed as she hopped down from the desk and moved around it, putting it between them. “You’re being too much of an alpha with me. You want this to happen, then it’s happening on my terms. You play by my rules.”

That didn’t go down well.

He snarled and yanked at his restraints, his expression darkening as they refused to give and he couldn’t reach her.

She risked it and went back to him, moving around behind him. She reached under his arm and pressed her right palm to his chest, right over his heart, and leaned her cheek on his biceps.

He stilled and his gaze flicked to hers.

“You know, I’ve done my research and I’ve gathered proof of something you won’t like. Your instincts are telling you a lie, MacKinnon. The same lie they tell every male who finds his fated one. I’ve seen it countless times in this town. Enough times to know you have this whole thing about fated mates wrong.” She feathered her fingers over his chest, teasing the crisp hairs, following the line of one of his scars from one pectoral to another. Her eyes drifted up to meet his and she licked her lips, teasing him and savouring the way his gaze grew hooded again, his eyes locking on her mouth. “You don’t own me. I own you.”

He stared at her, breathing so hard that he shifted her hand with each one.

No denial?

She had expected him to rail at her, to let his alpha side loose and listen to his instincts rather than her. Or were his instincts now in line with what she had told him? Had he realised that the tables had turned and he was hers now, born to serve her?

Her hand slipped from his chest as she stepped away from him, savouring the way his eyes tracked her, keeping her desire at a boil. She stopped once he could see her, made sure he was watching and then removed the remains of her dress, revealing her body to him.

His growl thrilled her, the feel of his eyes raking over her heightening her desire, making her ache for him.

She reached around behind herself and unhooked her plain black bra and cast it aside.

His throat worked on a hard swallow and his lips parted, the hunger lighting his eyes growing stronger as he lowered them to her breasts. She stroked her fingers around her nipples, so they tightened into tempting beads.

This time, he snarled and fought his bonds, straining with both hands to reach her.

Hella sashayed back to him, still teasing her breasts.

The moment she was close to his side, she let the chains loosen enough that he could move more freely and he twisted and knocked her hands aside. She shivered as he made contact, his calloused hands cupping her breasts and his thumbs brushing her nipples. His chains were cold against her overheating flesh, adding to the thrill coursing through her like a drug.

She ran an appraising look over him. Where to start? The answer to that question was easy.

She removed his hands from her and kept hold of his right arm, eased under it and came to stand before him with her back to the table. His rumbling growl and the hungry look in his eyes, one that made her feel as if he wanted to eat her whole, were thrilling, had heat sweeping through her from her toes to her cheeks.

He palmed her breasts again, his large hands covering them, and she savoured the feel of his rough skin against their sensitive tips as she trailed her fingers down his stomach, heading for the waist of his jeans.

“Let me get a good look at you.” She made fast work of the buttons and bit her lip as his fly parted and his cock sprang free.

Heat pooled lower as she took hold of it, the heaviness of it in her hand sending another sharp thrill chasing through her. He was bigger than she recalled, and bigger than any man she’d had before. Her cheeks flushed deeper as she stroked him, wringing a drop from the broad head, and an urge to taste that bead of moisture struck her.

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