Page 80 of Wild Games

All for me. Only for me.

"Look at you," I murmur, beginning to circle her nipple slowly with one finger. She tries to arch against my hand, but the restraints limit her, forcing her to rely on my good will. "Completely at my mercy. Do you have any idea what you've unleashed?"

The power, the dominance of the position she’s placed me in, and her submission, is all going to my head. I never thought I’d enjoy this so much, but it’s heaven. She’s completely at my mercy, her pleasure, at my whim to grant, or to delay.

"Jax, please." Her voice is wrecked, desperate. The sound goes straight to my cock. "I need..."

"I know exactly what you need." I step near to her, close enough that she can feel my body heat, but not quite touching. My hand hovers over her waist, barely skimming the skin, making her wriggle as she tries to increase the contact. "But you're going to wait for it. Going to be compliant for me. Show me how much you trust your mate to make this good."

Dipping my head, I suck one nipple into my mouth, and she lets her head hang back, her moan of pleasure making my cock twitch against her stomach. While I lick and tease, my fingers trail lower, ghosting over the curve of her ass. Her muscles flex under my touch, but she doesn't pull away. When I trace between her cheeks, my finger pressing lightly against her untouched entrance, she goes completely still. Her breath catches, body tensing like a drawn bow.

"Ever had someone here?" My voice is rough, gravelly, my wolf pushing forward with the primal need to claim every part of her. To mark her in ways no one else ever has or ever will. When she says nothing, I clamp my teeth around her stiff peak and graze the sensitive skin in warning.

"No." The word is barely a whisper, nervous.

"I could," I tell her, increasing the pressure slightly. Not enough to breach, but enough to make her hyperaware ofthe possibility. "Could take you here, mark you in every way possible. You couldn't stop me. Wouldn't stop me, would you?"

She whimpers, and slowly shakes her head, the sound going straight to my cock, but doesn't pull away. Just trembles under my touch, trusting me, even with this. The weight of that trust is staggering.

"Your body is telling me you'd let me, that you’d enjoy it even if you’re unsure right now," I continue, my other hand coming around to cup her breast as my thumb brushes over her nipple. "I bet if I pushed inside right now, you'd come, enjoying everything I give you."

"Jax..." My name is a broken plea.

"But not tonight." I focus on her dripping pussy, stroking her swollen clit, listening to her shaky exhale. "Tonight, I want to feel you come apart on me, feel you grip me so hard when you cry out my name…"

I spin her to face the wall, the chains crossing above her head. She gasps when I drop to my knees behind her, my hands gripping her hips to angle her back, presenting her to me.

"Jax, what are you—oh fuck!"

My tongue cuts off her question, licking a long stripe through her folds. She tastes incredible, all heat and need and mine. I grip her thigh and lift it over my shoulder to open her wider. The position makes the chains pull taut, keeping her balanced on one leg, completely dependent on me to hold her steady.

"So wet for me." I growl against her, the vibration making her cry out. "Could do this all night. Make you come, over and over, until you can't remember anything but my name."

I set out to prove my point, alternating between broad strokes of my tongue, and focus attention on her clit. I trace patterns, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her moan, and what makes her legs shake. When I push two fingers backinside her, rubbing that spot that makes her see stars while my tongue laps at her clit, she nearly screams.

"Please, please, please." The word becomes a chant as I work her higher. Her leg trembles on my shoulder, muscles quivering with the effort of staying upright. The chains rattle constantly now as she fights against them, needing something to ground herself. "Jax, I can't... I need..."

Before she comes, I stand and position myself at her entrance, pushing inside right as she comes, feeling every quiver, every wave of pleasure as she comes around me. It’s heaven.

But I don’t give her a minute to recover, immediately pulling back out despite her cries of disappointment. I turn her back to face me then wipe my mouth with the back of my hand before I kiss her, hard. She looks absolutely wrecked—hair wild and tangled, skin gleaming with sweat, and legs barely holding her up. Beautiful. Mine.

"You didn’t think that was it?" I ask, though I can see the answer in the way her eyes darken again, the way she licks her lips when she feels my cock standing proud between us.

I lift her easily, and her legs wrap around my waist automatically. The chains pull taut, but there's enough give for this position. I have to bend my knees slightly to line us up properly, but when I notch the head of my cock at her entrance, we both groan at the contact.

"Look at me," I demand. When her eyes meet mine, I push inside in one smooth thrust.

She's so tight, so hot, and gripping me like she never wants to let go. I have to pause, forehead dropping to her shoulder, just to keep from embarrassing myself and coming instantly.

“So full, so good,” she pants, rocking in my arms.

My wolf is howling, demanding I claim, mark, breed. The instincts are so strong, that I can taste copper where I've bitten my own tongue.

"Move," she demands, using her legs to pull me deeper, seating me fully inside her. "Please, Jax. Need you to move."

I start slow, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. Each thrust pushes her back against the wall, the concrete probably rough against her skin. The chains sing with our movement, playing a metallic rhythm that matches my thrusts.

"You have no idea," I grind out between thrusts, "what you do to me. How perfect you feel. How much I want to fill you up with my seed, mark you, and make sure everyone knows you're mine."