But that didn’t mean the night was over.
Dex lifted his head and glanced around as Luc carried him up the stairs to his bed. “You decorated.” Dex’s voice was soft, dazed, and maybe even amused.
“We need more than a bed, especially if you’re going to be my prisoner.”
Dex stiffened, his pupils blowing wide. “W-what do you mean?”
Luc carried Dex past the couch and table to the bed and tossed him onto the mattress. Dex’s cock slapped his stomach, already hardening. Luc pulled off Dex’s shoes, ripped the destroyed jeans from Dex’s calves, and tossed them away.
He wrapped his hands around Dex’s ankles. “You failed to escape, and I captured you. You aren’t going anywhere, my dear.”
Dex moaned, arching his back. His hand neared his cock, before quickly jerking back.
“Good boy. No touching yourself unless I say. Now, hands above your head.”
Dex complied without hesitation, stretching his body andbringing out the definition in his arms as he reached for the headboard.
Luc let fire dance in his eyes. With a flick of his fingers, leather straps wound around Dex’s wrists, securing them together. Another flick, and a second strap melded to the cuffs, attaching itself to the headboard as if the leather had grown out of the wood.
Dex twisted to look over his shoulder, tugging on the restraints. “Luc.” He whipped back around, his eyes wide, and tugged to no avail. “You can’t.”
“Can’t I?”
Was it too much?
Dex had said he’d never played like this before, and the fantasy of being restrained might not have prepared him for the reality. Same with the fantasy of saying no and not being listened to, even though they’d gone there before.
Dex shook his head, words seeming to fail him.
“I need you to give me a color,” Luc said calmly, almost gently, with a hint of command, the fire in his eyes dying to a smolder.
Dex’s chest heaved up and down. He closed his eyes and his body went lax. “Green.”
“Good boy.” Luc caressed Dex’s ankle, trailing his fingers along Dex’s calf and kissing his thigh. “And what would you say if you wanted me to stop?”
“Red.”
“That’s right.” Luc kissed him again.
Dex’s eyes opened, his relaxed manner seeming to loosen his tongue. “Nothing permanent, and we’re green.”
Luc froze. Nothing permanent? Of course not. “You’re not my captive forever. Just for tonight.”
Dex squirmed, eyes closing once more. “I know, but I want to be yours.”
He sounded as agonized as Luc felt. Had he realized the truth? That they were fated to a nearly impossible situation.
Whether he’d landed on the truth or not, Dex needed him. It was clear in his body language, in his voice, and Luc could give him what he needed within the confines of this scene. He could fulfil Dex’s fantasy of being his—of belonging and being owned—even if it wasn’t enough.
Even if it wasn’t everything they were destined for.
Fuck. Luc’s grip tightened on Dex’s ankle. He had to give Dexmore. He had to free them from their doomed fate.
Fierce determination scorched Luc’s soul like he hadn’t experienced in two thousand years. He would find a way. He’d settle for nothing less than giving his bonded mate the universe on a silver platter.
Luc surged up his mate’s body, cupping his throat. “You are mine, Dex. Look at me.”
His lids fluttered open.
