Page 58 of Vicious in the Dark

Right away I felt the head of his cock thicken in anticipation of orgasm. Wolfe made a strangled sound low in his throat and pulled away. “Get on the bed, hands above your head.”

Because I had to be a bit of a brat, I asked, “Or what? Maybe I like it right here.”

Wolfe’s grin was both sensual and vicious. “Or I’ll deny your orgasm until you’re begging and crying for it.”

That didn’t sound bad, but I knew that it could become downright torturous. I’d never forget the night he brought me to the edge over and over without letting me come. The frustration had nearly driven me mad.

I tapped a finger on my lip, pretending to think it over. Finally, I caved and got on the bed. Lying flat on my back, I raised my arms above my head. Opening the top dresser drawer, Wolfe pulled out a silk tie. He approached the bed, seizing hold of one of my wrists, wrapping it tightly. Then he looped the tie through the iron bars of the headboard and secured the other wrist as well.

Testing the restraint, I found it to be strong. I wasn’t going anywhere. My gaze traveled over Wolfe’s naked form, eating up every fine inch. From the howling wolf inked over his heart to the claw marks streaking along his side down to the dragon wrapped around his calf, I ogled everything in between. Wolfe also bore scars from the past. A thick scar slashed down the inside of his forearm, left by an Archer goon’s blade. Another scar marked the side of his neck, a much smaller nick from the same blade. That had been a hell of a fight.

“See something you like, Princess?” Wolfe quirked a brow as he tested my bonds himself. Satisfied that I was securely restrained, he tapped the post at the foot of the bed. “Spread those legs. Move without my permission and I’ll tie your ankles too.”

“Promise?” I taunted, bringing my legs together. “And I definitely like what I see. I fucking love it, actually.”

Being with Wolfe felt natural, almost like I’d never left. He’d always been my safe space, where I could let go of all control, something I could never do any other time or with any other person. For the first time since returning to River City, I felt at home.

Wolfe climbed onto the bed and jerked my legs apart. He knelt between them, using his knees to keep my thighs spread. “Damn, I missed this pussy, naughty girl. I am going to make you beg.”

He dropped down over me, making me gasp as he sucked my nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. My automatic reaction was to touch him. Being unable to do so was only the beginning of the torment. He teased and sucked my nipple until I buzzed from the excessive sensation, then he moved to the other and did the same.

Wolfe’s hands roamed over my body, down my ribs, over my breasts, along my neck. His fingertips grazed the bruises left by Maddox’s teeth. They’d started to fade but had yet to disappear.

“Did Maddox bruise you like this?” he asked, nipping the sensitive skin beneath my left breast.

“Yes.” My voice was breathy and soft.

“When you fucked him.” It wasn’t a question. Of course Wolfe knew. The two Hale brothers had always loved to leave their mark on me.

“Yes,” I repeated with a nod. I wanted Wolfe so bad I could taste it, but I knew he would be patient, careful not to rush.

Wolfe’s hands slid around my neck, holding tight without squeezing before slowly traveling down the middle of my body. “Tell me about it. Tell me how he fucked you.”

Did I sense a bit of challenge in Wolfe? Sure did. Like this had become a competition with Maddox, something it had never been before. They’d never had a problem sharing me, but that had been before the night that sent me running.

“He was rough,” I said, biting my bottom lip as Wolfe trailed a finger down my stomach and between my legs. “He fucked me hard.”

“Typical Maddox. A rough fuck is the only way he can express himself.” Wolfe circled my clit with a fingertip, careful not to touch it directly. “Not me though. I’m going to worship you, Princess. I’m going to love you like only I can.”

His touch was light as a feather, leaving me craving more. Just like he wanted. Gliding a finger over my slit, Wolfe captured some of my wetness and tasted it. His hazel eyes glazed over with a sheen of drunken desire.

The teasing touches continued until time became a blur. I wasn’t sure how long he’d been avoiding my clit. I only knew that I needed him to satisfy my yearning for release. Wolfe could be unpredictable at times like this. Sometimes he got off on denying my orgasm. Other times he chose to give me more than I could handle. And then there were the instances when we got down to business, got off together, and had a great time without any orgasm play. It had been a long time though. I didn’t expect him to go easy on me.

Frustration began to build as my arousal grew without satisfaction. With my hands bound, I couldn’t even reach down and please myself to ease the pressure between my thighs. I pressed my lips tight together, refusing to beg.

Leaning over me, Wolfe pressed his lips to my ear and whispered, “How bad do you want me to make you come?”

So much for not begging. It was in my nature to put up resistance, but Wolfe always did make me succumb. Sometimes it was with a look, a touch, or the right words. Right now, it was all of it.

“Please, King. Don’t make me wait any longer. I need you now.” I strained against my bonds in a useless effort to touch him.

Wolfe lightly touched my chin as he pressed a tender kiss to my lips. “All right. No denial today. Let’s see how many times I can make you come before you beg for my cock.”

Protesting would only encourage him. As much as I enjoyed multiple orgasms, I wasn’t sure I had a dozen of them in me. Telling that to Wolfe would guarantee that I had a dozen before he released my wrists.

He moved down my body, pausing to lick and kiss various parts of me along the way. When he reached my pussy, I expected him to toy with me, but he shocked me by diving in. Wolfe pressed his mouth against me, his tongue flicking against my clit. The sudden onslaught of sensation made my entire body break out in goosebumps.

To my utter relief, Wolfe stopped with the teasing and got serious about making me climax. He tongued my clit and started sliding his fingers inside me, one at a time. My moans started to come faster, and my hips twitched. With two fingers Wolfe stroked my inner walls, massaging my G spot. My climax hit hard and intense, wrenching a cry from me.

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