Page 79 of Wild Games
My whole body shivers at the contact, at the pure possessiveness in his voice.
He tests again, teeth applying just enough pressure to make me gasp again. His tongue soothes the spot immediately after. And when he speaks again, his lips move against my pulse, making me feel each word.
"I'll never let you go." His wolf is pushing forward, driving his thoughts now. “No man will have you again. Kiss you. Taste you. Smell your desire. Feel you.”
He trails his index finger over my entrance now, and up my slit, dragging my juices over my clit as he teases it with the lightest of touches.
“Yes,” I whimper, fully on board with all of this. “All yours.”
I shift against the restraints, testing their hold. The leather has warmed against my skin, but the metal still bites cold. Hooking one leg around his thigh, I encourage him closer, needing to feel his weight against me.
He lifts his head, meeting my eyes again but stubbornly staying too far away for my liking. His thumb traces my jawline, the touch, feather light as he looms over me with one forearm resting on the wall beside my head.
"There's no going back." His hand slides into my hair, fingers tangling in the strands. "You'll be stuck with me. I’m not going to mark you…" When I growl and go to cut him off, he tugs on my hair sharply, angling my head back. “Yet. But if we do this, I’ll never let you go. There can never be another for either of us, as long as there is breath in my body.”
Nodding enthusiastically, I readily agree. “Fine by me.” I lean into his touch as much as the restraints will allow. "I know exactly what I'm signing up for. I want this for as long as we can have it.”
I know it’s going to be forever, that the bond will steady his wolf and ease the anxiety he constantly feels, and soon, he will too. Nobody is going to take him from me. But I let him pretend this might just be temporary, if that’s what he needs to do.
Jax’s hand tightens in my hair, not painful, but possessive, and I can see the muscles in his arm tremble with restraint. "This is a bad idea.”
“All the good stories start out that way.”
That does it. The last wall crumbles.
When he kisses me again, it's different. No more desperation, no more doubt. This is decisive. His body presses closer, skin to skin, and I can feel his heart hammering against my chest as his mouth returns to my throat with purpose. He nuzzles the spot first, breathing me in, and I feel him centre himself in the moment.
His teeth graze the spot where a mark would go, pressure building until I go still, barely able to breathe with anticipation. But he doesn't break skin. Instead, he presses one finger deep inside me, then another.
“Jax.” I moan, cursing the restraints as the need to touch him is so strong, I want to weep.
He works me higher, pushing his fingers in and out, faster and harder, curling his fingers to hit that sensitive spot deep inside, driving me into a frenzy. I’m just about to break, to shatter on his hands, when he steps back, withdrawing his hand, leaving me bereft.
“No.” I cry in exasperation, while he stands there, muscles in his chest and abs gleaming with perspiration, his thick, hard cock, standing to attention, begging me to wrap my mouth around it. I lick my lips, hungry for him, and growl in frustration as he fists himself, stroking up and down, eyes locked on mine, while I fight with the cuffs I once thought were a good idea.
“I was so close,” I whisper pitifully. “Please.”
Jax shakes his head, his dark hair shimmering as he swipes a bead of pre-cum from the slit and steps forward, offering it to me on his thumb.
Like a starving woman, I suck it off immediately, and he groans in satisfaction as I run my tongue around the digit before pulling back with a loud pop.
“Please,” I repeat, pressing my thighs together, squirming to get some friction, anything to push me over the edge that’s just painfully out of reach.
“Nuh-uh,” he chastises, pulling my legs apart to stop me from getting any relief. When I mewl pitifully, he leans closer, his hot breath tickling my cheek as he speaks, and lips brushing my ear with each word, sending tingles straight to my core.
“You’ll come on my cock, when I allow you to, or you won’t come at all.”
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“You’ll come on my cock, when I allow you to, or you won’t come at all.”
The words make her whole body shudder, and chains rattle against the metal rings. I step back slowly, needing distance to maintain what's left of my control. My wolf is riding me hard, demanding I claim what's ours, but I force myself to really look at her. To soak in this moment. To wonder about what I did to deserve this.
My mate looks glorious, chained to my wall by her own choice, and trusting me completely when everyone else thinks I'm one step from feral.
She's perfect, her silky soft skin flushed pink from arousal, and a light sheen of perspiration that’s making her glow in the dim basement light. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, breasts moving with each breath. Her nipples are hard peaks, a dark rose against pale skin, and begging for my mouth. Between her legs, she's soaked, her inner thighs glistening with desire, filling the room with her delicious scent and making my mouth water.