Page 27 of Midnight Bond (Wolves of Midnight #5)

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His kisses were wild. Greedy. Possessive.

Each one sucked the air from my lungs and left me trembling for more.

He wasted no time plunging his tongue into my mouth, reacquainting himself with my taste.

I wrapped my arms around his neck to pull him closer, my own hunger making me greedy.

He was fully in charge of the kiss, though, his strong fingers gripping my jaw so he could thrust his tongue deeper and deeper.

When my legs weakened under the pleasurable assault, he backed me up and pinned my body against the support beam. The second I felt his hard length between my legs, a fresh heatwave roared through me. I whimpered into his mouth, and he ground himself against me, making me see stars.

It wasn’t enough, though. Not this time. I wanted more of him. All of him. I wanted him naked against me. I wanted him inside me.

I started to squirm, the need to have him inside me almost painful.

When I brought my hands down to unbutton his pants, he grabbed both my wrists and pinned them by my sides against the wooden beam.

I continued to squirm, and he released a warning growl.

When I ignored it, he bit my bottom lip.

Hard. Tasting blood, I gasped and jerked my eyes open.

He pulled away to check on me, his own eyes burning bright yellow with unbridled desire.

When I didn’t cringe away from the intensity, he focused on my bleeding lip, then lowered his head to lick it clean.

The action was primal. Animal. And completely turning me on.

Heat flared hotly between my legs, drenching my panties within seconds.

Jagger stopped licking me to deeply inhale, drawing the scent of my arousal into his lungs. A groan rumbled from him, so raw and needy that my panties dampened even more.

“You bit me,” I said, my voice breathless and equally needy.

“Yes,” was all he said. Then, “I need to taste you.”

I glanced at his mouth hovering inches from mine. “You already are.”

“No, Brielle. I need to taste you here.” Dropping one of my wrists, he cupped his hand between my legs in a possessive hold. I gasped again, nearly coming on the spot.

“Yes,” I whimpered out, already imagining his head buried between my thighs. “Oh God, yes.”

So consumed with thoughts of him eating me, I wasn’t prepared when he confessed, “But I’ve never done it before.”

I nearly choked on my spit, blinking at him in utter shock. “You’ve never gone down on a female before?”

“No.”

My jaw slowly dropped. “Are you . . . Are you a virgin?”

A ghost of a smile lifted his mouth. “No, but my experience with females is . . . limited. You might have to teach me a thing or two. Your likes and dislikes, etc.”

Oh. Oh. For whatever reason, knowing he was inexperienced in the bedroom turned me on even more. He might be the more dominant one between us, but I was more sexually experienced. That realization gave me a heady sense of power.

Seeing my expression, he gave me a stern look. “I’m giving you permission to use your mouth, Brielle, nothing more. When I taste you, the only thing you’ll be able to move is your lips.”

I blinked at him in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“There’s a steel ring on the beam above your head and an old rope I spotted while coming in here. That should keep your hands subdued while I devour you.”

My legs weakened once more, not because he wanted to tie me up, but because he wanted to devour me. When I didn’t respond right away, worry flickered through the soulmate bond.

“You can say no if you don’t want this, Brielle,” he said, his voice strained. “You can still put an end to this, and I’ll . . . I’ll walk away.”

Sudden pain sliced through the bond, letting me know how much he didn’t want to end this.

But he didn’t want to scare me either. Learning that he was into bondage play definitely caught me off guard, especially since I’d never done it before.

I couldn’t help but remember how it felt to be cuffed by those burly orderlies, how helpless those shackles had made me feel.

But as Jagger searched my face with a vulnerable expression, allowing me to see a part of him I’d never seen before, any panic I might have felt vanished.

He’d always been the one to protect me, to keep me safe.

Even tied up, I trusted that he would protect me.

He was my soulmate, and if tying me up got him off, then I was willing to embrace a new kink.

“I want this,” I finally said. Relief immediately flooded our bond. I huffed out a laugh and lifted my free wrist. “Ready when you are. But hurry up, please. I’m dying for an orgasm. Or two or three. Or ten.”

Even through the barn’s dusty gloom, I saw his cheek’s darken in embarrassment. Suddenly, it all made sense, and another laugh burst from me.

“I finally understand why you blush so easily at my sex jokes. I thought you were a prude or something, but it’s because you’re still practically a virgin. So adorable.”

He stared at me as if I’d just given him the worst insult. “Adorable?”

I flashed him my dimples. “Definitely.”

“I’m second in command of the largest pack in the country. I strike fear into the hearts of men three times your size. My wolf is—”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re big and scary, blah, blah, blah,” I interrupted him with a cheeky grin. “Still adorable, though.”

He stared at me a moment more, then leaned forward and licked one of my dimples.

The gesture was so unexpected, so sweet that I didn’t know how to react.

It was like being affectionately licked by a dog.

Well, if the dog was huge, hot, and horny.

When I just gaped at him, he moved on to my other dimple and licked that one too.

With his hand still cupped between my legs and his tongue gently caressing my skin, I was at a complete loss for words.

Who knew that Jagger had a soft side?

“Stay here,” he quietly rumbled, pulling back to look at me. When I mutely nodded, he let go of me and turned to walk away. My body immediately mourned the loss of his touch, and I couldn’t suppress a small whimper.

Jeez, I had it bad for him. The last couple of weeks might as well have never happened. A part of me—okay, a big part—still wished he would grovel at my feet for putting me through hell, but he would be on his knees before me soon enough, a fact that I was anticipating with relish.

Once again imagining that voracious tongue between my legs, another pulsating heatwave rocked through my core. Need consumed me, and before I could think better of it, I slipped a hand beneath the short hem of my dress and started to rub myself through my underwear.

“Stop,” Jagger demanded in a guttural voice. I looked up, and our eyes clashed, his bright with anger. “You are not to touch yourself. Your pleasure is mine and mine alone.”

Holy. Hell.

I wanted to be mad that he was telling me what to do, but I was so freaking turned on right now.

I started to rub myself again, and he snarled, baring his teeth before coming at me like a freight train.

In a flash, he grabbed my wrists and bound them together with a thick length of rope, then yanked my arms above my head.

As he secured the rope to the ring attached to the wooden beam, making sure it was tightly tied, my feet almost left the ground.

I started to protest how tight it was, but he was suddenly on his knees before me, yanking my dress up to my waist and pulling my tights and panties down so roughly that they tore in half and fluttered to the concrete floor.

Before I could prepare myself, he gripped my thighs and spread them wide.

My feet lost contact with the ground, and the rope bit into my wrists, but only for a moment.

Jagger hoisted my legs onto his shoulders, taking my full weight, then buried his face between them.

With my thighs spread wide, his tongue easily found my aching clit. The first lick nearly sent me over the edge, and I cried out, my spine arching off the beam. Encouraged by my reaction, he dug his fingers into my thighs and licked me again, swirling his tongue this time.

“Oh God, yes!” I screamed, pulling at my restraints as pleasure spiked through me. “Just like that. Just like that!”

He did it again, satisfaction pulsing through our bond when I released another cry of pleasure. Seconds later, his tongue was expertly roving over my clit, hitting all the right spots with ease. For an almost-virgin, he sure knew how to make my body sing.

“You taste like a rainforest,” he groaned against my clit, his hot breath teasing the hypersensitive flesh.

“That’s great,” I panted, nearly out of my mind with need. “But the rainforest is going to die if you don’t keep watering it.”

Something that sounded like a laugh rumbled from him and into my clit. The vibration made my pussy flutter, and I moaned, so close to orgasm yet not close enough.

“Please don’t stop,” I whimpered, not above begging when there was nothing else I could do. I was wholly at his mercy, unable to use my hands or legs to make him finish what he started. “Please, Jagger. Please.”

More satisfaction pulsed through our bond, and he rewarded my pleas with another lick.

Then another and another until my breath came in short spurts, my body buzzing with mindless pleasure.

When my thighs tensed, an orgasm of epic proportions about to rip through me, Jagger abruptly pulled his tongue away.

I opened my mouth to scream my frustration, but before I could utter a sound, he bit down on my clit.

Hard. I choked on the scream, my eyes flaring wide as pain streaked through me.

A second later, the pain became immense pleasure as he began to suck on the flesh.

Harder, harder, and harder as if to forcefully milk my orgasm from me.

My body couldn’t cope. I couldn’t cope.

The scream tore from my lungs as euphoria blasted through me. Wave after wave of ecstasy shot me higher and higher, higher than I’d ever been before. Jagger continued to suck on me, and I was suddenly orgasming again, emitting a strangled cry as pleasure mercilessly pounded into me.

I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, my eyes blind and ears deaf to the world around me.

He sucked and sucked, making me orgasm over and over and over. It lasted so long that I thought I would die of pleasure, that I would cease to exist, only for my soul to continue on in an endless euphoric state.

Even if I wanted it to end, I couldn’t. Jagger had complete control over my body, and something about that realization excited me so much that I orgasmed again.

Being dominated by him like this was utter bliss, and that surprised me most of all.

I’d never been the submissive type and most definitely wasn’t an omega, but as he continued to suck on me, I melted.

Every inch of me went pliant, surrendering to him. Submitting.

The second he felt me wholly submit to him, Jagger pulled away with a ragged gasp.

My legs left his shoulders and uselessly fell, forcing my bound wrists to carry my dead weight.

Dazed and entirely blissed out, I fluttered my eyes open in confusion.

It took a moment to focus, but when Jagger came into view, I found him on his feet staring down at himself with wide eyes.

Horror pulsed through our bond, but something else did too. It was powerful, so powerful that I couldn’t breathe again. A sudden urge pounded through me, strong and swift. If it wasn’t for the rope holding me up, I would have dropped to all fours at his feet.

“Jagger,” I gasped out, struggling against my restraints. “What’s wrong?”

He continued to stare at himself, then slowly lifted his hands to unbutton his pants.

Not knowing what to do, I simply watched him, certain he’d turn around if he wanted privacy.

I’d seen him naked plenty of times, mostly during the full moon when he’d shift to let Onyx protect me in wolf form.

He had a gorgeous body, and his dick was especially nice to look at, but when he tugged down his pants and let the thick length spring free, I nearly swallowed my tongue.

“Holy . . .” I whispered, gaping at his humongous penis like a creeper. “Is that . . . Is that a . . . ?”

“A knot,” he finished, then slowly lifted his head to look at me. At the stark fear I saw in his eyes, I forgot how to breathe again. “But that’s not all.”

I started to tremble all over but didn’t know why, nervous energy streaking up and down my body. Swallowing roughly, I whispered, “What is it?”

His chest heaved, his own limbs beginning to shake. “I’m in rut.”