“Did you mean what you said earlier about me being yours, or was that heat-of-the-moment talk? I can’t be caught. Itcan’thappen. I’m a man.” I gripped his wrist and begged him to get what I was saying without me having a full-on breakdown about the situation.
“Meant it,” he said quietly.
“Sanity needs to prevail. Not at my office.” I spun on my heel and walked away with my head high. I’d said my piece and it would stand—or else.
“I didn’t hear you say the safeword earlier.”
I turned around and walked backward, then realized I still had his hard hat. Feeling incredibly happy for some reason, I snatched the hat off and sent it sailing toward him. He caught it, of course, with no issue. “What was that again? Butterflies? Beetles.” I shrugged and my stomach fluttered like there was a pack of excited wings in there.
He laughed and shook his head, slapping his hard hat back on. When I got to the car, Max was leaning against the front quarter panel staring, with far too much interest, at the tire that had bumped over the curb onto the grass when I zipped across the road earlier. My amusement fled as I stopped beside him and caught sight of a large, thin piece of metal protruding from my deflated tire. I groaned.
Max nodded. “Want me to call JP to rescue us?”
“No, don’t bother him. We can be back at city hall in twenty on our own two feet. It would take anyone at the office at least that long to get to their car and here, and it’s a nice day. I’ll come back and take care of this after work.” Sweat rolled down my neck into my collar and I loosened my tie as I spoke.
“What’s going on? Ouch.” Before I knew what was happening, Camden was near us, squatting down to check out the tire. He glanced up. “Want me to give you a lift?”
“We’re not that far,” Max said, and I appreciated how he had my back. He wasn’t stupid and had clearly caught on there was quite a bit happening between me and Camden.
“I’ll come back later for it.”
Camden shot to his feet and glanced at the work site as someone shouted his name. “Okie dokie. I’ll make sure no one plants a beam on it.” He winked, then jogged off.
Unfortunately my day didn’t improve from there. We had the typical work that came with running the mayor’s office, mostly directing a constant flow of paperwork to either Vane or JP, and then sometime around three thirty Vane decided we should capitalize on the current spike in crime happening in the city. He wanted to hold a press conference to address the gun violence. There were always more shootings in the summer, due to people flocking outside for sun and inadvertently pissing one another off, but he thought the beer distributor mess was a perfect speaking opportunity.
We scrambled to put together an event by six o’clock that evening. Everything went off without a hitch, the press behaved themselves, and we got the first-floor conference hall cleaned up in record time, but it was still almost nine o’clock by the time I trudged along the sidewalk through the dark by myself back to my car. The last rays of sunshine in the west were streaking the gathering twilight and making the sky a pinkish purple where it wasn’t already indigo and scattered with stars.
Exhausted, I took out my phone and prepared to call someone to come fix the tire. When I got to the car, I stared down stupidly at a perfectly whole and fine tire where there’d been a flat sad lump of rubber earlier. My exhausted mind didn’t get it for a moment, and I kicked at the tire. Yep, still whole. I glanced back, thinking maybe I’d forgotten which one was ruined, but no, both tires on this side were good. I went to the other side, and they were inflated, too. Happiness kicked up in me as I wandered back around to the driver’s side.
“Oh.” I swallowed and rubbed at my chest. It had been a while since someone did something this nice, and I had no doubt Camden had been responsible.
I squatted down just to double-check everything was the way it should be and poked at the stem of the new tire. Strong arms closed around me from behind, and I squawked. Muscles tightened around me, and I struggled, but the scent was what got to me first: musky, masculine, and very familiar. My head had been swimming in Camden’s smell earlier as he fucked me, and my dick immediately plumped at the reminder. I kicked and twisted as he let out a low moan in my ear and his hard-on pressed against my back. He wrapped his hands around my waist and picked my feet up off the ground to haul me a few yards down the street to his black truck, which I hadn’t noticed as I’d walked up, too focused on the impending irritation with my car.
He smashed me against the side of the truck hard enough to knock the wind out of me, then turned me around so my back was to the cool metal as he slanted his lips over mine.
We didn’t speak at all—couldn’t. His tongue was jammed too deeply in my mouth. I shoved against him and fought—a little—but he bit at my bottom lip and squeezed the back of my neck, sending a pleasant throb of pain through me that reminded me of his claim of ownership.
My body agreed with him, apparently, because my cock went from excited to so stiff it ached in almost no time at all. I rubbed against his thigh even while I tried to throw an elbow to get him off me. He gripped the back of my neck harder, and I cried out against his mouth. The jangling of his belt alerted me that something was going on, and then I was shocked as he backed off and used his lower half to trap me against the truck. He quickly looped the belt and dropped it over the top of my head. I panicked for a second, afraid it was going over my neck. I opened my mouth to tell him in no uncertain terms that wasn’t happening, but he shoved the leather between my lips and tightened the belt while I tugged at his arms.
Dirt and sweat hit my tongue, and God knew what else. My cock went crazy and I nearly doubled over at the sensations that pelted through my stomach. I moaned. He dragged me a few steps over and opened his truck door. Inside on the seat were two coils of rope.
No fucking way.I flailed, and he did something I didn’t expect: leaned down and sank his teeth into the side of my neck until I almost dropped to the ground from the shock. I whimpered and trembled. He snagged my left wrist and looped rope around it, then unclenched his jaw from my neck to glance down and see what he was doing as he trapped my other wrist. I stood there dazed from the pain. When he was satisfied with his work, my hands were tied. I didn’t have time to do much before he spun me and used the second coil of rope to do the same thing to my ankles. When he stood back up, he laughed, and I glared over my shoulder at him.
“Now what?” I grunted around the gag, or at least, that’s what I meant to say, and he seemed to understand because he turned me to face him again before he picked me up like I was a sack of cement and slung me over his shoulder. I glanced around but didn’t see anyone on the street. A spiteful part of me almost wished someone was here to notice. I’d like to see him explain a fucking kidnapping away. He opened the passenger-side door and dumped me onto the floor. There was no gentleness as he moved me back far enough to be able to close the door. There would be bruises on my hips and waist.
“Stay, little rabbit,” he said with a smirk, and I narrowed my eyes, but he only shut me in. I kicked at the door in frustration and refused to look at him when he got in and started the truck. He ran his fingers through my hair and chuckled.
7
Camden
By the timeI was on the way back to my house, Mark was wriggling around like an impatient worm, glaring from where he lay on the floor of my truck. He muttered something around the gag, and I thought I heard the word “asshole.”
I laughed, thumping my fingers on the steering wheel in time with “Fat Bottomed Girls,” which blared on the radio. Stopping at a red light, I glanced at him and smiled. “Don’t play with a wolf if you don’t want to get bitten,” I said, smirking down at him.
He grumbled and squirmed some more before he sighed and went still. I stared at him and couldn’t help but appreciate how absolutely delectable he looked all tied up, his face flushed and bright and his cock plump in those tailored black pants. As far as I was concerned, I’d already claimed him as mine with that bite on the back of his neck, and all I had to do was make sure he understood who owned him. It was clear he wasn’t used to primal play, but he was a natural, even if he hadn’t realized it.
We passed two cop cars on the way home, and I couldn’t help but chuckle as I thought about what the police would think if they pulled me over. They’d definitely throw me in lockup for kidnapping, even if it was obvious Mark wasn’t fighting hard enough to warrant any real concern. When I got him back to the house, we could talk about a visual signal to stop what was happening. For now I wanted to feed him and show him a very special room: my den.
