Chapter 16
The next morning, a guard came in to replenish our food and water, and give us a bathroom break. He eyed my wrists, which I hadn’t bothered to re-tie with the frazzled remains of the hemp rope, but didn’t berate me for breaking out of them. He simply tied me up with a fresh rope and acted as if it hadn’t happened.
They know I can break out of here,I thought.But they know I won’t leave my mate. That’s what they’re banking on.
After our needs were seen to, we were placed uneventfully back in the storage room. Neither of us had overheard anything about what was going to happen to us, so I was left feeling frustrated and helpless--and frankly, bored. But at least it did give me time to replenish my magic so I could heal Ramsay.
With no sign of anyone coming to check on us, I decided to break out of my restraints again. They were slightly tighter this time, as if I was being scolded for busting out the first time, but I still had no problem chewing through them.
I wrung my wrists, getting ready to dip into my magic well. “What do you think they’re waiting for?”
“I dunno,” Ramsay murmured. He was laying on the floor with his shirt off. “I thought maybe they’re waiting for you to give birth, but that’s a long ways from now. The others would definitely come get us by then.”
I frowned at the thought of me giving birth in this dingy storage room and quickly wrote it off.
“Who knows what humans are ever up to?” I grumbled. “Whatever. Just let me see if I can heal you enough that we can get out of here ourselves. When we make a break for it, go as fast as you can, and don’t look back. For whatever reason, I’m untouchable. I don’t think they’re going to hurt me, but they’ll definitely hurt you as blackmail.”
Ramsay grimaced. “You’re not wrong about that.”
We lapsed into silence as I began concentrating on pulling up my magic. It wove deep into Ramsay’s flesh, the cool vibration patching up his wounds. I was pleasantly surprised to find that the more I used it, the easier it came to me, and I didn’t feel faint after using it anymore.
As the session ended, I came out of it feeling almost high. Ramsay’s bruises were almost all gone, and what had been open, gaping wounds just two days ago were now shallow and scabbing over. He laughed as he looked down at himself.
“Mathe, you’re seriously incredible!” he cried.
With his wrists still bound, he leaned into me. I buried my face in his neck, deeply inhaling his scent. After such a long and hard struggle to be with him once more, I wasn’t going to take any moment for granted. Every single second with my mate was special.
I noticed he was staring into my eyes just the same as I stared into his. My breathing grew shallow, and I knew it wasn’t from the effort of healing him. My heart flipped. I wasn’t aware of it until now, but using the magic tapped into a pool of emotional intimacy, and now it had awakened desire. Judging by the dark shadow of lust in Ramsay’s green eyes, he felt exactly the same way.
“We can’t,” I murmured, more as a test than a real statement.
He smirked and shrugged. “Look around. No one’s here but us. They obviously wanna leave us locked in a room together, so why not make the best of it?”
I laughed. “You’re ridiculous.”
Ramsay raised a brow. “Am I?” His eyes fell down to my lower half and I blushed. I knew without looking that I was hard now.
“Damnit,” I muttered. “Stupid hormones.”
“I think it’s safe for us to have a quickie,” Ramsay said slyly. “No one’s bothered us in hours.” His tone grew soft and serious. “And honestly? I missed you, Mathe.”
I sighed, feeling my heart clench. “Me too.”
It was settled without another word. I leaned in to cup his face and kiss him.
We kissed with a vague sense of urgency in the back of our minds, knowing that--however unlikely, knowing what we knew--there was still a chance that somebody could walk in on us.
And that thought excited me more than I thought it would.
I whimpered and moaned quietly into Ramsay’s mouth, excitedly tasting him to make up for all our lost time together. We pressed our bodies together and soaked up each other’s warmth. My hands were free, but he was still tied.
“Do you want me to untie you?” I asked breathlessly, breaking away from the kiss.
He paused. A slow smirk appeared on his lips. “Actually? They can stay on. It’s kinda hot this way.”
I rolled my eyes, but kissed him again. If being tied up would help get him off, then I was all for it.
My cock quickly grew hard. I trailed my hand down Ramsay’s chest, careful to avoid his healing wounds, and found the tent in his pants. I smirked into the kiss and gently rubbed him through the fabric, earning a soft moan. I realized--despite the circumstances--that Ididlike touching him when he was tied up like this. He was fully at my whims.
