Storage drawers were built into the wall beside the couch to allow easy toy and supply access. A bar sat at the right of the door, hidden behind a retractable wall so when it came time to play, my little rabbit wouldn’t hurt himself by smashing the glass bottles. To the left of the door was a wall lined with leather padding, and hooks were embedded high up so only I could reach them. A few toys I’d found I enjoyed hung there. I wasn’t the type of person to use sex toys often, but the ones I did prefer, I wanted close—ropes, soft black handcuffs, a paddle, and a collar for when I found my forever prey. I could already imagine Mark wearing the collar on his frail neck, hiding it beneath his shirt and suit without his coworkers ever knowing.
“What is this place?” Mark whispered, glancing around.
“My playroom. I call it my den.” I stalked over to him and pulled at the knot on his wrists until it loosened and fell on his chest. His ankles came next, and when he was free, he sat up on the couch and rubbed at his wrists. I dropped to my knees in front of him, grabbing his right hand and laying a kiss on the pulse point where his arm met his palm, tracing his blue veins with my tongue. “Predators like to hunt in the dark, little rabbit, and these are my hunting grounds. The windows are covered with blackout blinds, so as soon as I turn off the lights, you will see nothing. You will hear nothing through these soundproof walls but the beating of your heart and my growls as I chase you.”
His cheeks flushed and his mouth parted. “Oh.”
I smirked at him and rose again, striding over to the bar and closing the retractable wall in front of it. When I had everything in place, I went over to the drawers, opening up the one at the bottom. I pulled out my favorite claws, sharp enough to feel but not dangerous enough to leave behind permanent marks.
Mark stood, nearly falling as his knees shook beneath him, and he watched me slip every claw onto my fingers. His breath hitched loud enough for me to hear in the deadly quiet room, and he took a step back.
I smirked. “That’s it, little rabbit, run.” Making my way around the couch—Mark rounding it in the opposite direction—I headed to the light switch and flipped it off, leaving us in complete darkness. Quiet. In my fantasy I could hear Mark’s heart racing from the fear flooding his body and sending his instincts wild. Hide, that’s what his mind would tell him.
I clicked my claws against the wall andheardhis sharp intake of breath. “Little rabbit, where are you? Come play.”
The rushed thumps of his feet on the wooden floorboards made me laugh. I slipped off my boots to make my footsteps quieter in my socks and took slow, steady steps in the direction I’d heard him.
Power surged through me, igniting my adrenaline. I wanted to fuck until he was full of my spunk, then pump into him some more. Ineededhim wide-open for me, marks from his fingernails on my back like the other night. I still felt the reminder of how wild he’d been.
“Come out, little rabbit, so I can fill you up with my cock.”
Adrenaline roared in my veins and my skin crawled in anticipation. I stopped when my knees hit the couch and waited patiently,listeningto every sound… until I heard him—an escape of breath from that pretty mouth of his.
I crouched, drumming my claws against the floor. Thetap, tap, tapwas an exhilarating noise, even for me. “Let me mate you, fill you up until your body has no choice but to bear me young. I want to plug you up until my cum is overflowing, running down your soft thighs, and then I’ll lick it off your skin and feed it to you with a kiss.”
“Oh fuck.” The words were quiet, barely a whisper, but my ears picked up on them.
I smirked and rose, taking slow steps in his direction. “Little rabbit, I cansmellyour fear and desire. You want me to shove my thick cock inside your tight hole, spear you apart until I’m balls deep. Are you wet for me? Leaking out of that ass like an animal in heat?”
He ran, his shoes slamming against the floor, tracking toward the door, but I grabbed him around the middle before he could reach it. I slammed his back against the wall, and he gasped, and then I slotted my mouth over his in a harsh kiss that would leave his lips bruised and rocked my hard, trapped cock against his stomach. Curling my arms around his ass, I heaved him up until his legs wrapped around my waist, his erection pressing insistently against me, telling me he liked this as much as I did.
“You’re mine now,” I growled out, burying my face against his neck and licking a stripe of saliva over the spot in his throat that pulsed with his heartbeat. “I’m going to breed you until you’re full ofme.”
8
Mark
Cam’s breathwas hot against my skin as he nuzzled his nose under my ear, sending tickles to shiver out along my skin. I relaxed into his hold at the pleasant sensation, but then he settled his teeth against my throat. He teased a bite but didn’t do it. My breath caught.
“Grrr….”
The sound was fucking feral, not exactly canine but closer to a nightmare monster, and loud in my ear. The darkness hemmed me in and stole away everything except this moment in time and Camden’s strong body pressed against mine. I closed my eyes so hard in anticipation that lights sparked in the inky blackness, and I could barely drag in a breath. All the hair on my body stood on end as he clamped his teeth down.
Pain arced through me—more blinding than a lightning strike—and I bowed against him as my cock throbbed where it was pressed to his abdomen. The need to come spiked harshly through my stomach. His teeth sank deeper into my muscle and a stab of agony blazed through me. I thought for sure he would break through and my blood would fill his mouth like he was a fucking vampire, but when he loosened his jaw, I could tell he hadn’t punctured the skin. The relief was almost worse than the torture and I tried to lean away as he pressed harsh kisses over the spot, causing it to sting and ache.
He hefted me higher against the wall and his cock felt massive where it nudged against my ass. I squeezed my thighs around him, mewling an embarrassing sound into the space between us as another sharp burst of excitement danced on my cockhead. He adjusted his hold on me, and I felt the prickle of those amazing fucking claws he’d slipped on before he cut the lights as he adjusted his grip on me and dug them against my asscheeks. How was this real? How was it even fucking happening? He nipped at my earlobe. I cried out, writhing at the harsh throb that settled into the root of my cock, not certain what I’d like him to do, but it sure as hell wasn’t fuckingstop—like any sane person should want.
Camden pressed me firmly against the wall, and I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist and my arms around his neck. He let out a pleased rumble deep in his throat that had me trying to rock myself against him for any friction I could find. I wasn’t prepared when he grabbed both sides of the front of my shirt and yanked. The sound of buttons smacking off the floor and scattering to who the fuck knew where was loud in the silent room. I whimpered, wishing I could have seen his arms flex as he’d done that. I’d barely been deprived of the sight of him, and I was hungry for it already.
“You ruined it. Holy….” I fumbled a hand down to tug the wrecked shirt open wider. “Fuck yes.”
He dragged his clawed thumbs softly up my chest and swirled them around my nipples. The maddening tease of the cool claws had me ready to go out of my mind, but then he ducked his head and kissed along my pec to my right nipple. His mouth was tempting fire, and I sank into the gentle suction that had my muscles unclenching. Pushing myself against his lips made him rumble appreciatively and suck harder. My cock swelled until getting relief was all I could think about.
Whimpering and levering myself up a bit more so I could grind harder against his abs, I almost felt like I was climbing him.
My mind shut down as he sank his teeth into my nipple. My muscles twitched like I was being electrocuted. Pleasure and pain fused together in my middle, morphing into a glorious feeling that was so terrible I couldn’t name it. I would have fallen without him shoving me harder against the wall. Fumbling in the dark, I sank my fingers into his short hair and tried to yank him off my nip, but he only tugged on my nub and growled. Tears burned down my cheeks. He flicked his tongue over the tip of my nipple. My gut clenched at the horrific goodness.
“Cam, it hurts! Hurts! Fuck.” He slid his clawed hands down to my ass and kneaded my muscles. “You’ll rip me open with your claws,” I squeaked, not really thinking.
