Boone let out a long exhale. “Thanks. My brother, Ace, doesn’t feel that way, but it helps to hear you think so.” His voice was rough. “Come here.” He pulled me down to rest my head on his chest and hugged me to him. He was so warm, his skin soft over hard muscle.
I snuggled over him, offering comfort in the form of my presence. “Thank you for sharing. I’m sorry you had to go through that.”
He stroked his large, calloused hands down my bare back and lightly circled my ass. “I don’t want you scared of me.” His voice cracked a little. “I know something happened to you. I will never, ever let you get hurt again. I promise you that.” His voice had turned fierce, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that he could be violent again. But I also believed it would not be with me, only to protect me.
Hearing what happened and his guilt over leaving his brothers made me sure of it. He had a sense of honor. His moral compass was intact. I didn’t know anything about wolf shifters, but I did understand the concept of alphas. He may not want a leadership position, but he was a natural leader. Dominant. Protective. Willing to use force when necessary. Yet he’d left his pack to ensure Rob’s leadership as alpha was successful.
I was sure that must have been scary for a sixteen-year-old, but it wasn’t a reason to keep himself isolated up here on the mountain now. If we were going to be a couple–a thought that half-excited, half-terrified me–then I would have to draw him back into society. I knew from experience how awful it was to be cut off from your support system and community. How scary it was to try to reengage.
I saw his fear of this around me. He was afraid to do something wrong. He felt like he would step wrong, say something wrong, do something wrong to hurt me or scare me away. I couldn’t get a read of my own fear with him turning into Marty–being super nice and sweet to start and then turning controlling and mean. I had to work on it.
I could start now.
I smiled slyly, thinking of a very good idea.
“I want to tie you up.”
His eyes flared wide then heated. “I assume you mean here in bed,” he said. His voice had dropped an octave, and every hint of guilt and regret slipped from his gaze.
I bit my lip and nodded. “I want to have my way with you.”
“You afraid I’m going to hurt you?” he asked, suddenly wary again.
I shook my head. “No. Not at all. I want you to let go. To forget about trying to not hurt me. I know that goes through your head.”
He nodded once.
“This way, you know you can’t. You can let go and just… enjoy.”
“So you’re gonna fuck yourself on me? Drive me fucking crazy with that sweet pussy?”
He reached up, slid his flannel from my shoulders, so it pooled around my hips. I pulled my arms from the sleeves, and I was naked. His gaze roamed over me, and his dick swelled between us.
I nodded.
“I’m all for it, but you gotta do something first.”
I cocked my head, my hair brushing my jaw. “What?”
“After you tie me up, you gotta sit on my face. I’m gonna eat that sweet pussy until you come. My girl comes first, and this way I know that’s happened.”
Did I want to do that? Have Boone eat me out and come for him then ride him like a cowgirl?
Yes, yes I did.
“Okay.”
“Good.” He raised his hands over his head and gripped the hewn wood headboard. “Use my flannel to tie my wrists to the wood.”
I did as he instructed, leaning forward to wrap the sleeve around his wrists and the slat, but he latched onto one of my nipples, and I got distracted.
Finally, he was secure, and I was really turned on.
He grinned, looked up, and gave the knot a test tug.
“Climb on up here, baby.”
I shimmied up his torso then grabbed hold of the top of the headboard and settled my knees on either side of his head.
