Cal’s body trembles, most likely from adrenaline, but he eases back into my chest. I pin my friend with a stare. “Getyourboy under control. Won’t have that shit going on here.”
“You’re not fucking him. He’s mine!” Devon’s voice is full of venom.
My head tilts, eyes narrowing. “What makes you think—”
“Because I know you used to fuck.” The look on Devon’s face changes, no longer full of just anger but also . . . insecurity.
Cal tenses in my arms. Fuck. Not the piece of information that needed to come out, not when we’re working through whatever it is we’re trying to figure out.
Rex grabs Devon’s nape and pushes him forward. “We’ll be upstairs in my old room. I’ll calm his ass down.”
I nod.
When they leave, Cal pulls away and starts to clean up. I reach out to help him, touching his hand, but he jerks it aside.
“What?”
He doesn’t respond.
“Cal.” I grab his shoulder and force him to look at me. “What?”
“Maybe you can fuck your friend since you don’t seem to want me anymore.” He steps into my space, his face inches from mine, his voice laced with anger. “Guess I’ve been fooling myself that you were just a chicken shit rather than facing the truth.”
My pulse thunders in my throat, my hands so clenched, I’m not sure they’ll ever come undone. “And what fucking truth is that?”
“That you’re bored of me.” His face is red, muscles ticking, nostrils flaring. “Guess I don’t have to run away this time. My replacement’s here, so it’s only a matter of time before you kick my ass out.”
Nothing is further from the truth. But enough is enough, he pushed too far, and now the beast is going to bite back.
I bend to lift him, throwing him over my shoulder as I practically run to our bedroom. “You wanna go, Little Fawn. Fine. Let’s go.”
Chapter 4
I toss him on the bed, then go to the closet as he undresses to grab the old fashioned metal collar with a chain attached. Can’t remember if the jougs belonged to Colt or Rex. Doesn’t fucking matter because I still secure it around Cal’s neck.
“What’s—”
I lightly slap his cheek. “Making sure you can’t escape.”
When I attach the long chain to an eye bolt near the headboard, Cal lets out the most erotic sound he’s ever made, and I damn near come on the spot.
He’s standing there, cheeks flushed, thighs squeezing together as his cock jerks and leaks. After securing his wrists behind his back with a pair of cuffs, I have him naked and kneeling on the floor.
He wants to push me, well now he’ll see what I’ve been holding back. And this time, he can’t run after.
Not while chained to the wall.
Learned my lesson.
I reach down and pinch his nipples, tugging and twisting, garnering louder moans until he’s humping the air. “A bit of a pain slut, aren’t you?”
“Maybe.” His voice is breathy. “My dick aches. Touch it. Please.”
I grip his chin hard. “Think you’re running the show, Little Fawn? Think again.”
He arches, staring up at me, pupils blown and fuck does he look sexy all chained up and needy.
“You want to run that mouth? Well, we’re going to put it to good use.” I shove two fingers to the back of his throat until he gags around them. “Suck.”
