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CAMILLE

The leather is soft against my skin as I tighten the buckle, testing the weight. I have to stretch to reach the wall ring, going up on my toes to attach it. Maybe I use the opportunity to arch my back and push my ass back, giving him plenty of opportunity to enjoy the view I’m presenting him.

When I turn back around, the hunger in his eyes is unmistakable.

"You keep saying you'll hurt me. That you can't control yourself around me. But I don’t believe you, and this is my chance to prove you wrong."

As the first cuff clicks shut, Jax’s eyes glow even brighter.

"Camille, no." He starts forward again, making it two steps before slamming himself back against the door, hard. "This isn't... You can't..."

The second restraint takes more work, my already-bound hand making it awkward, but I manage, the final click echoing in the small room. I turn to face him fully, arms spread by the chains, weight pulling at my shoulders.

I’ve no way out.

I’m completely vulnerable, and completely certain.

"I'm yours, Jax. Your mate." The words hang between us, simple and true. "Do with me as you please."

The silence stretches, broken only by his harsh breathing as he stares at me in stunned disbelief.

I watch the war play out across his face, wolf and man fighting for control. His chest rises and falls like he's been running again, sweat beading on his skin despite the cool basement air.

"You trust me that much?" The question is barely audible and scrapes raw from his throat as he slowly pushes off the wall.

"I trust you completely." I let him see everything in my eyes, no walls, and no hesitation. "The real question is, whether you trust yourself."

He takes one step forward, then another, each movement careful. When he reaches me, he stops just out of touching distance. I can feel the heat radiating from his skin and smell the forest on him.

"I could mark you right now." His voice has gone deep, rough, more growl than words. His eyes track down my throat, lingering where my neck meets shoulder. "Could claim you before you could stop me. You've made yourself helpless."

His utter disbelief is clear.

"Have I?" I say with mock innocence, and meet his gaze steadily, not even flinching from the intensity there.

His fingers find my hip, trailing gently over the sensitive flesh, and I shiver as heat immediately pools between my thighs. “Or maybe, I just need my mate to show me he wants me.”

Something breaks in his expression then.

He crashes into me, the impact driving me back against the wall. His mouth claims mine desperately, hungrily, like a drowning man finding air. His hands frame my face, thumbsstroking my cheekbones with surprising gentleness, even as his body pins me in place.

The concrete is rough against my back, cold and unforgiving. But all I can focus on is the heat of him, and the way he shakes with need and restraint combined.

"You're reckless," he mutters against my lips, pulling back just enough to speak. His forehead rests against mine now, our breath mingling. "Completely fucking out of your mind to trust me like this."

I tug against the restraints, desperate to dig my nails into his hair and pull him closer again.

"Probably." I arch into him as much as the chains will allow, metal clinking with the movement. The sound makes him shudder. "But here we are, your mate begging you to take her. So, what are you going to do about it?"

He pulls back further, eyes searching mine. His pupils are still blown wide, but there's more focus now, more him than wolf. What he finds in my face, utter seriousness, makes him groan, low and pained. His forehead drops to my shoulder, and his lips brush the sensitive skin there.

"I should unchain you. Should..." His words trail off as his mouth finds my throat, right where a mate mark would go. His teeth graze the spot, not breaking skin, but testing. "Fuck, you smell so good."

A nip, still not a mark, but harder, the stinging pain enough to make me gasp.

“Mine. All fucking mine.”