Heat rushes between my legs, and he links our fingers together.
Blake settles his weight—or some of it—onto me, pressing me into the mattress, and I moan. I had no clue that would feel so right. Possessive and trapped and protected in the best way.
I look up at Blake again. My stomach flips, but my body relaxes.
Being with him, even when he barged into my apartment and kidnapped me, is the exact amount of excitement I was missingin my life. He’s the sort of scary that you know will only make your heart race, never actually hurt you.
He even gave me a gun to prove that. I might say I’ve been captured, but I want to be with Blake.
The expensive house, his morally questionable job, the odd way I ended up here. The whole thing is irrelevant when I see his face, his pale-green eyes lit with something I can’t identify as he regards me.
“Bunny,” he murmurs. Then his mouth is on mine, and his kiss is all encompassing. His lips are warm and demanding, gliding, teasing. Then taking.
When I gasp, his tongue slips into my mouth, and I whimper, my hips moving of their own accord, pushing up towards him.
He holds me down with his hands and torso, and I’m entirely and deliciously trapped.
“Oh my good girl. You’re going to be such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He drags his mouth from mine, and the sandpaper of his stubble lights up my nerve endings as he kisses over my jaw and down my neck.
I try to reply, but it’s honestly pathetic. I can’t. It’s nothing more than a whimper.
I want this man so much.
He releases one of my hands to grip my hair as he returns to kiss my lips, thrusting his tongue possessively into my mouth. Immediately I bring my hand to his waist, exploring him as best I can, tugging at his shirt. He hisses when I touch his warm, smooth skin, so solid under my fingers.
“I knew you’d be unruly, Bunny.” He barely lifts his head, speaking around the kiss that’s stealing my soul. “Trying your worst to distract me.”
There’s a clink of metal, and I don’t understand what it means at first. I’m so thoroughly entranced by Blake, and thefeel of him on me. Something soft encloses my wrist, and Blake guides my arm upwards.
Then in a blink, my other hand is in the cuff, and when I tug, my hands are held fast. I crane my neck until I see what he’s done. The handcuffs he sent me are around the dark wooden slats of his headboard.
“You’ve…” I don’t even know what to say.
He pulls back and his green eyes gleam. “Stopped you getting in my way.”
“What?” That makes no sense.
He grins, and strokes the fingertips of one hand down my cheek, so gently it sensitises me to a tingling mess. When he withdraws, I can still feel him.
“I’ve been thinking about every delicious thing I want to do with you, and I’m not having your curious hands make me spill too soon, or lose control and fuck you like an animal before I’ve tortured you with pleasure.”
My mouth falls open with shock, because behind the smile and the teasing words, I can see he’s absolutely serious.
“But, I don’t have that,” I stutter. “I can’t, I don’t know how. And I’ve never…”
“What have you never done?” he demands in a low rasp.
“I’m a virgin,” I confess in a small voice.
He’s still above me, his weight partly on me, trapping me between his hard body and the yielding bed.
“I’m honoured.” He shifts his arm and combs his fingers through my hair before tightening his fist. I gasp as the pinpricks over my scalp send a shower of need down my torso and to my clit, making it throb. “I’m glad I’ll be the first and only one to break open your soft little cunt and use it until you beg me to stop because you’re wrung out from pleasure.”
Another wave of warm tingles washes over me at his possessive words. Of course he doesn’t mean that we’ll betogether forever, but my fated-mates-wolf shifter-addled brain springs to that conclusion without my volition.
I wet my lips nervously, and Blake’s gaze dips to watch my tongue, lingering on my mouth.
Eventually, he meets my eyes again.
