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The way her eyes flash with interest has me wondering where I might find some rope. Before I can make good on my threat, she goes still beneath me again.
“I’ll be good,” she promises.
My cock kicks painfully, and I rise up on my knees. All I can think of is how badly I want to tear our clothes off so I can fuck her until we’re both senseless. With her legs spread around my hips, I slowly slide my palms up the tops of her thighs to the hem of her shirt, where I dip my fingers beneath the soft material. Bunching it in my hands, I bare a narrow strip of her smooth blue flesh. Then I lean forward and place a kiss there, just below her shallow belly button where our kit is nestled in her womb. I can’t wait to see her round and pregnant.
“Brox, please,” she whispers as she runs a hand over the top of my head and slides her fingers through my hair.
“Please what?” I rub my cheek against the soft skin of her firm belly. I lift my eyes just as her pink lips part and her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip. “Fuck,” I breathe, losing the last of my restraint.
Lurching up and over her, I capture her lips with mine. When her lips part, I drive my tongue inside her warm, sweet mouth where it’s met with the slick slide of hers. Exploring her mouth, kissing, nipping, dueling, I kiss her as if I’ll die if I don’t.
CHAPTER 30
IGID
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“Brox,please…”I didn’t intend to beg, but my body is on fire, and I can’t stand not being connected to him for a moment longer.
Pleaseis still on my lips when he’s kissing me. Invading. Plundering.Fucking my mouthwith his tongue.
And I’m tongue-fucking him back with just as much ardor.
Flutters start low in my belly, only to radiate out until my cunt is clenching around nothing. Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I want to pull him into my body. Damnit, but we’re both still fully dressed.
“What are you waiting for?” I snarl, snapping at him with my much sharper teeth. “Get us naked!”
His low chuckle goes straight to my core, sending shivers and heated waves flooding my panties. The weight of his warm body disappears, and then he’s kneeling between my spread legs. Hooded, hungry eyes rove over my body, making me squirm, needing more than his gaze on me.
Impatience rides me, and I growl as my hands go for my shirt, pulling it up my body. When it’s just under my breasts, Brox stops me, batting my hands away to finish undressing me himself. With lazy caresses, he bares the skin of my stomach, sending shivers skating across my skin in the wake of his light touches. Agonizingly slowly, he lifts my shirt higher, uncovering my breasts to his hungry gaze. With a wicked grin, he pushes it higher, forcing my arms over my head.
Grinning down at me, he tangles my hands in the material before using my shirt to tie me to the bed. With my hips locked with his and my arms pinned, I’m at his mercy. For a moment my heart stutters. It’s been a long,longtime since I’ve let myself be this vulnerable. Especially like this. Not since I was a kit and had no power to fight back.
Swallowing back the panic, I instead focus on the fact that, unlike back then, Idohave power now. Not only could I overpower Brox—if I really wanted to—I know, without a doubt, he will stop the moment I tell him to.
An unexpected heat builds in my core, and I’m finding that Ienjoybeing at Brox's mercy.
His grip on my wrists loosens slightly, leaving me trapped. Keeping his eyes locked with mine, he leans down until his mouth is hovering over one of my breasts. The nipple tightens against the warmth of his breath.
“Is this okay?” his voice is barely above a whisper.
My chest heaves with a sharp intake of air that I let out with a, “Yesssss.”
His lips curl at the edges, and he takes my aching nipple into the warmth of his mouth. Arching into him, I squeak when he flicks the sensitive tip with his tongue before biting down gently with his teeth.
My hands clench and unclench as I struggle against my bonds. My fingers itch to delve into his soft hair and take control of his direction. It’s delicious torture knowing that I can’t, that he is in complete control of my pleasure.
His soft tongue laves away the sting left behind by his bite, and then his lips close around my aching bud. He sucks, pulling at me until I’m bowing off the mattress, before pulling free with a softpop.
With a wicked grin, he moves to my other breast, where he teases that nipple with his lips, tongue, and teeth until I’m writhing under him and begging him to fuck me.
“Not yet, love.” His chuckle is deep, and the vibration skates across my flesh and straight to my clit. “Now, be good and stay put until I say otherwise.”
Flexing my arms, I test his knot. I’m sure that if I really wanted to, I could slip free, but I find I like being restrained by Brox. By my mate.
His hands slide down my arms and then across ticklish ribs. Twisting against his ties, I’m surprised when they hold fast. Heat spreads through my core as I realize that perhaps I couldn’t escape as easily as I thought.
Curling his fingers under the band of my pants, he throws me an impish grin just before pulling them over my hips. In a smooth motion, he whips them up my legs and then off, along with my boots, tossing them with a thud into the corner.
