Page 19 of Betrayed Wolf Mate

He gave me a shrewd look. “To show you properly, I’m going to have to put them on you. Are you all right with that?”

“Oh.” My breath caught in my throat as I looked at the handcuffs. Something stirred inside me that I tried to push down. “All right.” I held out my hands.

The handcuffs went on with a loud click that made my heart lurch and my stomach clench. It felt strange, being this vulnerable in front of someone while also feeling completely safe.

And the cuffs were…exciting, almost.

He stood right in front of me and took my hands in his. I stared down at our hands, not sure what would happen if I looked up. Not sure I wanted to know, but also desperate to find out.

“So, what you’re going to want to do here, is feel for gaps in the links.” He gently took my fingers and bent them toward the links. “They won’t always be there, in which case your best option is to hit the edges of the cuffs right where the link begins.”

It was hard to pay attention to what he was saying when my heart was thundering so loudly.

“But if there are gaps, like here.” He moved my finger so the nail caught on the edge of the gap. “Then that’s the weak point. What you do, though, is hit the chain from the side opposite the gap against something.” He took my hands, and the sensation electrified my entire body.

“Something like this,” he said, and pulled me into a crouch as he brought my bound wrists to the metal edge of his coffee table. “And keep doing it until it breaks.”

His entire side was pressed up against mine, and I could feel his breath caressing my skin. All I had to do was turn, and his mouth would be right there.

“Do you want to give it a try?” he asked.

“I…think I’m good.” If I stayed this close to him for too long, I didn’t think I would be able to control myself. Already, I was struggling to focus.

I stood, and Sam followed suit.

“Did that make you feel better at all?” he asked.

“A bit,” I said, though I still wasn’t sure I would be able to do any of this for real. And my mind and my wolf were preoccupied with the shifter standing inches in front of me rather than methods of escape.

He took my hand in his far larger one and held it tightly. My breath caught in my throat as shivers ran through me at the touch. I stared down at our conjoined hands, afraid of what might happen if I looked at his face.

“Stella,” Sam said, “I will always be here for you. I left once, and it was the biggest mistake of my life. But I also want you to feel like you can do things on your own. And I’ll do anything I can to facilitate that.”

I knew what looking up would do. I knew it by the way my heart was thudding, and the way I couldn’t breathe properly. I knew it was probably a mistake, but I couldn’t hide it anymore.

I looked up, and that intensity in his eyes, that determination, undid me.

I pulled him toward me and pressed my lips against his.

There was no hesitation on his part. His arms wrapped around me and pressed me close to him. I could feel everymuscle rippling in his body, trace the scars running along his skin. Already, I could feel that burning need—that craving I’d been fighting against since I saw him again, taking over me—temporarily rendering my mind blank. Nothing mattered but his lips and his touch.

Almost instantly, I could feel him stiffening, his cock pressing against me as it hardened. I wanted to unfasten his jeans, but my hands were still cuffed together, making it hard to do much of anything.

As if reading my thoughts, Sam grabbed my bound hands, holding them high overhead as he slammed me against the wall, pinning my arms in place as his free hand roamed my body, caressing my breasts through the fabric of my shirt as his fingers moved slowly downward. Every brush of his fingers sent new sensations through my body as his lips moved down my neck, lingering on my collarbone and nipping gently in a way that made me jerk in excitement.

I squirmed beneath him. I wanted my hands all over his body, but with my hands cuffed and pinned above me, all I could do was stay in place as his fingers unzipped my jeans and yanked them down. The jeans pooled around my ankles as his hand moved between my legs, feeling the wetness there.

One finger circled my clit teasingly before sliding down my slit. Moments later, my eyes flew open as his finger thrust inside me. I gasped, writhing as I stayed pinned against the wall, relishing the way his finger glided in and out of me.

Soon—too soon—he moved back, panting slightly as he eyed me hungrily. Pulling out the same paperclip as before, he unlatched the cuffs. I wanted to scream at him to keep them on, but before I could say anything, he was tugging his shirt off, revealing perfectly toned, rippling muscles. I let my own shirtand bra fall to the floor, standing naked in front of him. He growled in approval as I yanked him forward and unfastened his pants. They fell to the floor along with his boxers, and his cock stood erect in front of me.

I hadn’t been with anyone since him, and his cock was as large as I remembered. I eyed it hungrily, remembering what it had felt like inside me all those years ago.

He pulled me back toward him, our bare bodies pressing against one another as our lips collided again. My fingers ran along his shaft teasingly, and Sam moaned against my lips as I did. That sound made me jerk as another spasm of excitement filled my body.

He slammed me against the wall, his lips still locked against mine. One hand cupped my breast, the thumbs flicking my nipple teasingly as his other hand moved down my stomach. His fingers stopped just short of my clit, as if he was enjoying drawing out my pleasure. I growled, and he laughed before bringing his hand an inch lower, getting enticingly nearer, making me need him even more.

Because right then, the only thing that mattered was him, and the way our bodies felt against one another.

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