Page 94 of Ruthless Creatures

I quickly find what I’m looking for. On the outer part of his shoulder is an ugly red gash from which blood is still leaking.

“Sit,” I order, pushing him toward the bed.

He sits on the edge of the mattress, then grasps my hips and gazes up at me as I stand between his legs and inspect the wound, grimacing.

He murmurs, “My own personal nurse. You should take off your shirt, too.”

He slides a hand up my rib cage and squeezes my breast.

I’m wearing my typical sleepwear of boy shorts and a soft cotton T-shirt with nothing beneath. He thumbs over my nipple until it’s taut, then leans in and gently bites it right through the cotton.

It feels incredible, but we’ve got more pressing matters to deal with.

“I need to clean this, Kage. Quit distracting me.”

He nuzzles my breasts, inhaling the scent of my skin. He whispers, “I missed you. I haven’t been able to breathe since I left.”

A fizzy starburst of joy explodes inside my stomach, but I hold firm.

“Compliments will get you nowhere. I’m gonna get some antiseptic—”

He grabs me, tosses me onto the bed, and presses the long, hard length of his body against mine, settling his bulk between my spread thighs.

“Later,” he says, his voice husky with need. “Right now I need to fuck you. Every night, I’ve been dreaming about the way you sound when you come. My dick has been aching for you for weeks.I’vebeen aching for you. I think you’ve put a spell on me, little witch.”

He kisses me again, passionately, his hands dug into my hair.

I’m torn between wanting to clean that gash in his shoulder and wanting to feel him inside me. It’s a battle that lasts until he shoves up my shirt and starts sucking on my hard nipples, back and forth, one after the other.

I give up with a grateful sigh and slide my fingers into the thickmess of his hair, arching up against the hot, demanding pleasure of his mouth.

He’s right. I can clean him up later.

At the moment, he doesn’t seem to be in danger of bleeding to death.

Propping himself up onto his elbows, he slides my shirt over my head. Then he presses my arms to the mattress and slides the shirt up farther, until it reaches my wrists. He does some kind of Houdini magic trick to tie my wrists together with the shirt.

Now I’m bound, gazing up at him with wide eyes and a galloping heartbeat.

“My captive,” he whispers, his eyes hot. “Move your arms and I’ll punish you.”

Shivering with desire, I lick my lips. “I revoked my permission for you to spank me, remember? I said you’d have to let me do that to you first.”

He smiles. “There are so many other ways for me to punish you, beautiful girl.”

My voice goes high. “Really? Like what?”

“Try me and find out.”

I swallow. Take several deep breaths. Attempt to not pass out.

Chuckling, Kage lowers his head to my breasts again. He lavishes them with attention until I’m squirming and panting beneath him, wanting that clever tongue of his somewhere else.

He works his way down my body, kissing my belly and hips, squeezing my flesh, fondling me with his big rough hands. He nuzzles his face between my spread thighs, inhales deeply against the crotch of my boy shorts, then exhales with a soft groan.

My cheeks flame. I clench my hands to fists, trying desperately not to start panting.

He slides off my shorts, tosses them to the floor, then French-kisses my pussy.