Once again, Vytln didn’t think about his next move. He let his instincts take him.
Vytln transferred her wrists into one hand, and held it tight as he reached up. The ceiling of the nest was mostly hidden behind the gauzy, sparkling fabric he’d draped there. Partially for decoration, since females enjoyed soft, shiny things, but also to hide the small doors he’d installed. Simple things that slid open with just a bit of pressure, revealing the spools of chains, ropes, and silks he’d installed overhead.
Chains and ropes to bind her. Silks to protect her pretty skin from the ropes and chains. He wanted her bound and helpless, not hurt or harmed.
She giggled with excitement, her little feet wiggling again as he grabbed the silk and chains and pulled them down together, the spools creaking as they spun in their houses.
“Ooh, fun,” she laughed as he freed her wrists. Only so he could carefully remove the leather jacket she seemed so fond of. Heset it aside, out of the way where he couldn’t damage it, then grabbed her by the arm and jerked her around.
He was rough with her, but she was laughing. Still beaming so brightly as he yanked her hands behind her back. He bound them together behind with silk first, the soft material gliding against her equally soft skin with a whisper that belayed its true strength. She wouldn’t be able to escape the silk with strength alone, no matter how she tugged and pulled.
But she looked so pretty with the chains over the silk. The metal would keep her from moving at all, but it was actually the silk that was really binding her. And that was just right. His delicate human mate with her soft skin looked beautiful bound, but it was even better knowing that she was cradled and adored at the same time.
With her arms immobile, he could move her around and start binding the rest of her. He worked almost feverishly. Now that he’d let these instincts take control, he was overcome with the need to get her trapped. To get her controlled.
No. Not controlled. That wasn’t the right word.
He never wanted her controlled. Some part of him didn’t think hecouldcontrol her. He certainly had the strength to do so, of course. The Brute that he once was could easily force her to his will and hurt her if she wouldn’t comply.
But that was just the thing. He could never do that to her. It was an action that he couldn’t even properly imagine, it felt so wrong.
He adored Haven exactly as she was. Wild, untamable, curious, free. He liked that she climbed all over him. He liked that she would do whatever she wanted and expected him to followalong. Not because she demanded he did so, like she was Yl’ln leading him about by his cock. Not because she needed him to be there. Just because she expected him to follow because he wanted to.
In that way, maybe shewasleading him about by his cock, but he found he didn’t mind. It was a journey he was happy to walk.
No, he certainly wasn’t binding her to keep her still or contained. He was binding her because she loved it.
Even now, as he was forcing her legs apart, wrapping them in silk and chains, she was giggling. She had flopped back, her arms behind her forcing her chest up, and her feet were still wiggling. Like she couldn’t help but move something the more he kept her still. She laughed, she smiled. She looked like she was having a great time.
Because she had no fear of him. She held no worries for what might occur. She trusted him –him– completely to have her totally at his mercy.
Because both of them knew, he was the one at her mercy. If she disliked this, if she stopped smiling, if she looked him in the eyes and told him no, he’d have her down before she could take her next breath. He would still claim her, but if the only chains she wanted were his hands around her wrists, or hers over his, it would be fine for him.
The bonds didn’t matter. His female did. And she smiled at him so happily as he used the chains and pulleys in the roof to hoist her up. Her arms behind her back. Her legs forced apart, calves tied to her thighs. She was still fully dressed, aside from the carefully removed leather jacket, but that didn’t matter. It was more important that he get her up. Get her bound. And here shewas, spread, open to him, looking at him with such happy joy, like this was a great game they were playing.
Meanwhile, Vytln was breathing hard, his heart thudding in his chest. The sight of her like that, suspended in the air, feet still bouncing like there was music in her head, struck him in the chest like a bolt of electricity straight from the central generator. It seemed to stop everything yet kick it into full motion at the same time.
His female. His mate. His family. His future.
His. Only his. Forevermore.
The sweetest, best part of this new life he lived. A place of joy and relief.
His Haven.
Chapter 24
Haven
In all her sexual experience, Haven had only flirted with the idea of bondage. But there were a lot of reasons not to do it.
She didn’t want to be forced to be still for that long. Her few past lovers were not the type to want to do anything this complicated. She wouldn’t have trusted them to do it even if they were, and she was usually the one in charge anyway. She would come faster and better if she took control, and she didn’t have the patience to wait for a man to get the job done. She’d satisfy them both and then move on – no need for anything complex or lengthy. And simply, the lovers she took weren’t relationships. They were vehicles to her pleasure and were promptly forgotten when she was done with them.
But she’d never forget Vytln. She would never get the chance to. He promised he wouldn’t let her get away, and his words didn’t feel like a trap. They didn’t feel like a threat. They seemed more like a sweet reassurance that she would always have a place with him.
She hadn’t had a permanent home since leaving her parents’ and striking out on her own. She didn’t think of it as a sacrifice, because she didn’t feel like she was losing anything.
But now that she had one, now that this trap was closed around her, it was wonderful. It was comfortable. Like a warm hug on a cold day. Welcoming and fleeting only in that it ended sometimes – but it would never fully go away or leave her completely.
