Page 61 of Shadow Bound

Ransom presses a kiss to my left ass cheek and then my right. “I want to. It’d be easier to, but I don’t.” His blunt honesty rocks me to my core.

Spinning in his hold to look at him, I find Ransom now on his knees before me. “Whatever we do can’tmeananything Ransom. I’ll still have to leave after Nessa and Noah are taken care of.”

He looks like he wants to argue with me, but instead he just leans forward and kisses the top of each of my thighs. “Who says it has to mean anything? Why can’t it just be that I want to make you feel good?”

Before I can blink, I’m pushed back onto the bed, my legs dangling off the side. Climbing up on my elbows, I look down at that man who’s positioned himself between my legs. That smirk is back on his face and I suddenly want to bite it. Skimming his fingers up my inner thighs, he peers up at me. “I just want to make you feel good.”

In a flash, my panties have been ripped away. “Stop doing that, I’m going to run out of clothes being around you,” I scold, but he just chuckles.

“I’ll buy you more.”

He holds my thighs apart, spreading me wide as he dips his head and sucks my clit into his mouth. All fight I’d been pretending to have left my body and I succumb to the overwhelming pleasure that washes over me. My elbows give out and collapse against the mattress. Waves of pleasure work through me as he devours my pussy.

He never lets up as I writhe beneath him, holding back cries and moans. I don’t need Winslow and Ranger hearing us—but with his shifter hearing, I would bet money Ranger can still hear us. When Ransom increases the intensity of his licks, my legs try to close, but Ransom holds them open like a steel trap, keeping me right where he wants me.

Needing something to anchor me or maybe I just need to touch him, my fingers slip through his already messy, silky strands. When his tongue is replaced with his teeth and he bites down on my clit causing my world to tilt, I yank his hair.Hard. A satisfied grunt comes from between his lips. If I’ve learned anything about us, it’s that we both enjoy a little pain with our pleasure.

Ransom’s tongue spears inside of me, licking and swirling against my sensitive walls. Unable to hold back any longer, a drawn-out moan escapes me, filling the room with my desperate sound of need. Releasing one of my thighs, he pushes a finger inside of me, curling it upward just right to hit that spot inside of me. As he does that, he bites down on my clit again, pushing me over the edge.

I fall, crying out and shaking against his mouth. Not once does he let up, he continues his assault, carrying me all the way through my orgasm.

I’m still trying to regain focus, blinking away the stars he made me see when I’m abruptly flipped onto my stomach and my hips raised. He pressed kisses down my spine with a gentleness I’m not sure I possess. The soft touches are swapped with a sudden smack to my ass. The sting of his palm connecting with my flesh makes me moan and my skin heat.

Ransom’s fingers dip between my thighs, smearing my arousal around my throbbing pussy. My body is already ready for more, the tinge of another orgasm already building. His fingers are soon replaced with the thick head of his dick. He teases my entrance, once and then twice, before he’s plunging deep inside.

My lips part and I gasp at the sudden intrusion, the quick, momentary bite of pain only making me wetter. Ransom’s breath also hitches when he enters me, his body is rigid, his muscles held tight like he’s trying to hold back.

Not wanting him to do that, I shift my hips forward until only his tip remains inside of me before thrusting my hips backward, impaling myself on him. That does it. Snaps all his control.

With a snarl, he begins his brutal assault of my pussy, his pace and force unforgiving, but I can take it. No, I crave it. I want the unhinged, out of control version of Ransom. I’m not interested in the guy his family knows so well; I want the guy he’s been hiding away from them. That guy is mine. I’m the only one who saw him.

His hand gathers my hair at the nape of my neck, tangling the strands between his fingers. Without remorse, he yanks my head back, causing me to arch my back backward toward his chest. A hissing sound comes from me as my scalp prickles with pain. His other hand wraps around me, holding me against him, not once does his pace falter.

“You’re so much more compliant with my dick in you,” he growls into my ear before biting down roughly. “You don’t bend or back down for anyone or anything, but the second I’m inside this pussy, you stop fighting.”

Reaching back, I scrape my nails down his thigh. “Don’t take my compliance for submission, Ransom,” I warn.

“I wouldn’t think of it, Tink.” Yanking my hair, effectively controlling my head, he bares my neck to him. His blunt teeth scrape across the delicate skin at the nape of my neck. That electric feeling I feel when he touches me shoots through my body again. I’ve never had someone bite me before, but in this moment I’ve never wanted anything more than for Ransom to sink his fangs into me.

The idea of it is so erotic, it almost makes me come again. The logical side of my brain knows this can never happen. A wolf shifter’s bite is how they create a permanent bond with their mate. I’ll never be Ransom’s mate. I know this but it doesn’t stop me from moaning as he nibbles and licks at my throat.

His hand that had been pressed to my flat tummy travels south, his fingers delving between my swollen pussy lips. He circles my clit a few times at a leisurely pace, before picking up his pace, matching the movements with the one his hips have set while he thrusts into me.

Sweat breaks out across my skin and my core muscles begin to quiver and shake as I build toward another orgasm.

Finally, I fall apart around him, my muscles squeezing him like a vise. I would have fallen forward if Ransom hadn’t moved his hand back up to hold me in place. I shake and moan as I come against his chest. With a shout, he comes inside of me, his hot cum filling me.

Together, we fall onto the bed in a panting, sweaty heap.

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I’mlate to meet Winslow outside because Ransom had joined me in the shower and what had started as an innocent bath, quickly turned more sexual in nature. In my defense, Ransom is hot just in general, but Ransom, naked, covered in suds, his hair wet and pushed off his forehead… yeah that Ransom brings me to my knees. Literally.

I walk outside and make it about fifteen feet when I realize something. I freeze. Holy shit.Am I smiling right now?Like a lovesick fool, I’m walking around with a stupid grin on my face.How did I become this person?

I met Ransom Weylyn, that’s how.

Shaking myself and the creeping feeling of contentment off, I school my expression. Once I feel like I’ve got myself back under control, I slink through the trees until I find Winslow standing in a narrow clearing. Dressed in athletic wear instead of her usual cut off shorts and boot combo, she grins when she sees me approach.

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