Page 50 of Shadow Bound

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Opening the passenger door to my truck, I finally place Beau back on her own two feet, but I don’t let her go. I keep my hand on her waist as I lean into the truck and turn the key in the ignition. I set the heat to max setting and turn on the seat warmers for good measure before returning my attention to her.

My partially frozen fingers go to the leather corset she wears and start pulling the ties loose. Her eyes widen in surprise before she slaps at my hand with her shaking ones. “What the hell… do you think… you’re doing?”

“Our clothes are soaked.” I go for the laces again, but she still bats me away. “You’ll never warm up if you’re wearing them.” Isabeau’s wobbling chin, her teeth still chattering, lifts stubbornly.My stubborn, stubborn girl. “Sweetheart, I swear on my grandma’s grave this isn’t an excuse to get you naked. You’re freezing and if I’m being honest, my wolf is losing his mind knowing you’re in distress.” He claws at the cage I keep him in, wanting to be let out so he can help her himself. A level of worry and concern I’ve never felt comes from him, seeps out from his pores. He’s only ever cared about his family and pack, never an outsider.

“Your wolf gives a shit… about me?” she questions skeptically.

I nod. “He hated you at first—wanted to rip you apart—but you’ve grown on him.”On both of us.“So please help me calm him down—you’ve seen how he gets when he’s angry. Either stay still so I can untie this sexy corset of yours, or I will use my claws and tear it from your body, effectively ruining it. Your choice, Tink.”

She finally drops her hands from mine, letting me get to work. After I have the laces undone, I pull it from her lithe body, tossing it in the back seat of the truck. I don’t ask for permission when my fingers brush across the pale skin of her stomach at the hem of her shirt, I just pull the sopping wet long-sleeved shirt from her body. This is the second time I’m seeing her in her black bra, and it drives me just as crazy as it did the first time. The one she wears today is sheer, allowing me to see her dusky nipples beneath. They’re pebbled from the cold.

Biting back a groan, I lift her by her hips and dump her into the passenger seat so I can start working on her boots.

“Why don’t you wear anything that has a zipper?” I growl in frustration when the laces are loose enough for me to pull the boot off her leg. “I swear, when this is over, I’m buying you shoes with Velcro or some shit. You’re hot enough to pull them off.”

“Was… that a compliment?”

Smirking, I tackle her other boot. “Yeah, babe, it was. I think you’re so hot, I wouldn’t even care if you wore grandpa-style Velcro shoes. I wouldn’t even care if you kept them, andonlythem on while I bent you over my bed.” As I slip the knee-high leather boot from her leg, I hold it up for a second. “Though I do prefer these.”

Images of Isabeau standing in my bedroom, wearing nothing but these sexy boots makes my dick stir in my pants. Though, she could wear a burlap sack and I’d still be willing to worship her lithe body. Her eyes and silky pale skin call to me like no one ever has.

“I’d much rather wear the boots if I get a say.” She doesn’t argue or tell me to fuck off like she normally does. She embraces my comment, a look of acceptance passing over her pretty face. My hands halt when I go to undo the button of her tight pants and I just stare at her. As if we’ve both come to the same conclusion and admitted defeat, the space between us heats.

Isabeau and I falling into bed with each other is inevitable. We can deny and lie as much as we want, but whatever this—connection—between us is, it’s been growing for the past ten months. Silently, spreading through our bloodstream and bones like an infection. It makes its way through our bodies, slowly corrupting us until no matter how hard we fight or ignore it, it becomes too big and our only option is to submit to it.

Let it consume us.

The resistance we’ve both been putting up snaps.

“Ransom…” Isabeau breathes, a hint of wariness in her eyes. Her tongue sneaks out and swipes at her bottom lip.

My eyes are pinned to her pale pink mouth. I bite my own lip, a groan working its way up from my chest. “Fuck it.”

That’s the only warning she gets before my hand snaps around her throat and I’m dragging her face toward mine.

Her lips are still ice cold, but as they start to move against mine, the friction warms them. I ravage her, taking everything from her that I can get, but it’s still not enough. I need to feel more of her.

Beau’s slender arms wrap around my neck, holding me close to her as she parts her lips wider, granting more access to her seductive mouth. She’s sweet like honey. Undertones of copper are there from the blood she’s been drinking all morning, but I don’t care. I find it addicting.

She moans into my mouth, her nails scraping against the back of my neck. The slight bite of pain makes me hiss and my dick harder. My girl notices this, and does it again, this time harder, breaking the skin. I don’t care, I’ll heal. Stepping farther between her legs, I press myself to her core. Her previously chilly body begins to heat even more.

My hand releases her throat to return to the button of her pants, with a flick of my fingers I undo them. I don’t even have to ask her to lift her ass so I can pull them from her body. Without breaking our mouths apart, I yank them off her, discarding them on the floor of the passenger seat.

The only thing separating me from her pussy is my jeans and her thin lace underwear and I want both of them removed—fast. I grind my rock-hard cock against her, making her gasp and pull on the strands of hair at the base of my hairline.

“Tell me to stop,” I pant against her swollen lips. “If you don’t want to go any farther, tell me to stop now. My control when it comes to you is already cracked, I don’t want it to break if you decide to stop this…”

Tilting her head, she whispers into my ear, “Good.” Her blunt teeth nip at my earlobe. “Break for me, Ransom. Don’t you dare fucking hold back.”

Fuck. This girl is going to ruin me.

“Never,” I vow before pressing a rough kiss to her mouth as I lift her off the seat. Her legs wrap around my waist and I carry her to the back seat of the truck. It was either I press her against the side of my truck and fuck her where any driver passing by could see or the back seat with the tinted windows.

In the past, I wouldn’t have thought twice about screwing a girl against the side of my truck. I’ve even done it once or twice, but the overwhelming possessiveness I feel over Isabeau makes it so I don’t want anyone to see this body.

It fucking belongs to me and it’s for my eyes only.

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