Page 29 of Fated Redemption
“It was such a good night. So many of our friends were happy, I felt like my heart was about to burst. When we got upstairs, I wanted to rip your clothes off and see how much of your gorgeous cock I could get down my throat. Then, all I could think about was the time I walked in on you in the shower and the image of the thick vein that runs down the side of your shaft. After that all I could think about was blood.” Rhys took a deep breath and sighed.
Moe was still stuck on the idea of Rhys swallowing his cock down. Fingers snapped in front of his face. Rhys’s mouth smiled, but his eyes still looked sad. Moe shook his head and looked at his mate.
“So it’s not the sex you’re opposed to, just the fear you might lose control and bite me?” Moe asked as a brilliant idea beganto form in his mind. He wondered why he hadn’t thought of it before.
“God no, it’s not the sex. I don’t trust my mouth near your skin.” Rhys looked so dejected.
“So, as long as we can keep your mouth away from my skin…” Moe said and waited for Rhys to put the pieces together. Rhys looked up quickly.
“Damn. Why didn’t we think of this a month ago?” Rhys demanded, standing up, and began to shuck off his clothes.
“I don’t know, but remind me to kick my own ass later.” Moe in his impatience literally ripped the shirt from his body.
“Fuck that was hot,” Rhys moaned.
Moe dropped his jeans and stood in front of his naked mate.
“Lube?” Rhys whimpered, staring at Moe’s extremely large cock. His tongue darted out and licked his bottom lip. Moe felt himself break out in a sweat from the small unconscious motion.
“Nightstand drawer,” Moe said. Rhys shook his head and then darted out of the bathroom. Moe watched as he rummaged through the drawer until he found the lube. He turned and looked over his shoulder and winked at Moe.
Moe reached down and squeezed the base of his cock to keep from coming. His mate was so fucking sexy. Without wasting another second he went to the closet and pulled out three long silken scarves. He hadn’t had a chance to use them in a long time. When he looked down at the green fabric he realized it matched his mate’s eyes perfectly. Images of Rhys bound to their bed had his hands shaking.
A low, long moan had him spinning around to stare at his mate. Rhys was on all fours, stretching himself. He was up to three fingers and was pumping those long pale digits in and out of his ass at an amazing speed.
“You’re not allowed to come,” Moe said, his voice sounding deeper even to his own ears.
Rhys shivered at the tone of his voice and his hand slowed down.
“Ready?” Moe asked.
“Please,” Rhys whispered.
“If this is too much we can stop, I know that he…” That was as far as Moe got.
“He hardly ever restrained me. I’m okay with this, really.” Rhys turned and reclined back on the mound of pillows.
Moe decided to take him at his word. He walked to the head of the bed and looped the silk around his mate’s wrist. He reached between the wrought ironwork of the headboard and secured the scarf to the metal eye hook he had installed into the wall. After ruining one headboard with another shifter lover, he had learned to secure his men and women directly to a wall stud.
Rhys looked at the installed metal eye and raised a brow.
“I like to play,” Moe bent down and whispered lowly at the base of Rhys’s neck, behind his ear. Rhys shuddered.
“I’m glad.”
Moe walked around and secured his other wrist in place.
“Comfortable? Not too tight?” Moe asked.
Rhys pulled at his silken bonds and shook his head. “Just right.”
“Safeword?” Moe asked. Rhys shook his head.
“You would never do anything remotely close to hurting me. I trust you.”
That meant more to Moe than the sex. Smiling, he lifted one last silk scarf. He climbed onto the bed and knelt between Rhys’s legs, which had to stretch wide to accommodate his large frame. It gave him the most perfect view of Rhys’s pink hole and dripping prick.
Rhys frowned. Moe could almost hear the wheels turning as his mate tried to figure out what the last scarf was for.
