Enticed (Two Marks 3)

The land would belong to Ali’s dad, or whoever was on the fucking deed, incarceration or not. Still, the ranch needed to be worked. Animals tended. It was Ali’s dream to run her family’s land, and I wouldn’t deny her.

Neither would Theo.

Maybe we’d ultimately move to the ranch. It was something to decide later, along with so many other things.

For now, we would make her ours. Claim her with our cocks and bite. Assure our wolves that she belonged to us. Permanently.

Theo tugged her into the house as I followed. Her laughter made me smile. My wolf was soothed. Slightly.

The need to claim was so strong, it drove my every thought.

My dick pulsed behind the zipper of my jeans. My balls ached to be emptied deep inside Ali’s pussy. Marking her.

I kicked the door shut behind me, then stripped as I made my way to the bedroom. By the time I stood before the bed where Theo was kissing and ridding our mate of her clothing, I was bare.

Ali broke the kiss and looked to me. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes alight with happiness and eagerness. Desire. Love?

Fuck, she was beautiful. All creamy skin, lush curves, toned muscles. Her breasts were high and round, with dusky rose tips. She wasn’t small or dainty. She could handle us and our wolves. How we’d take her roughly, with intent and full of passion. The way her nipples hardened as I watched, and the scent of her arousal drifting to me were signs she was right there with us.

A perfect match, fated or not.

Then her gaze dipped to what I was holding up. Handcuffs. The one thing I hadn’t left in the other room.

My wolf practically howled at the way her pupils dilated with the implications of what we were going to do with them.

Theo stepped back, giving me room.

“Wh-what are you going to do with those?” she asked, licking her lips.

I groaned at the sight of her pink tongue flicking out, imagining it licking the pre-cum from the weeping slit of my dick.

“Keep you from getting you away. To get you to feel how desperate and frantic we were.”

I crawled up the bed and said to Theo, without glancing away from our mate’s dark eyes, “Get me a tie from the top drawer.” Then, to Ali, I said, “Give me your wrists, sweetheart.”

She knelt before me and held out her hands, palms up. My gaze met hers, silently seeking her consent. I’d fuck her any way that made her happy and pleasured. If it wasn’t in my cuffs, I had plenty of other fantasies to fulfill.

She nodded, and I clicked the cool metal around first one wrist, then the other.

Theo handed me the tie, one of the few I had which I pulled out for weddings, which was exceptionally rare since they were human events.

“Lie back, sweetheart,” I murmured, and waited as she settled herself in the center of the bed. “Arms over your head.”

She shifted down, her breasts swaying.

“Good girl.”

I wrapped the tie around a slat of my headboard, then slipped it around the cuffs, then knotted it so she wasn’t able to go far, but we could still maneuver her as we needed.

“Not too tight?” I asked, my finger ringing her wrist where the sharp bite of the cuffs could leave a mark.

“No. I… I like to feel it.”

“Pain?” I asked, arching a brow. I was looming over her and could carefully study her for deceit. It took a certain kind of person to crave pain. A spanking was one thing, but pushing it beyond that was a kink I didn’t think she had. Not that I thought she was lying, but I wanted to make sure she wasn’t giving us what we wanted at a cost to herself.

She paused to think before answering. “Pain? No. The… bite. It morphs to heat. To pleasure.”

She had to use that word. Fuck.

I looked to Theo, who was sliding down the zipper on his jeans. He hadn’t missed it either. “You like the bite? We’ll give you bites.”

I grinned, then kissed her. I couldn’t hold off a second longer. Cupping her face in my palms, I plunged, licking into her. Tasting. Telling her without words how I felt. I moved lower, working along her jaw, down her neck, across her collarbone and to her upturned breast.

Her scent was driving me wild. Her taste, I could never forget.

“Where should I leave my mark, sweetheart?” I asked, gently nipping the lower swell of her breast. “Here?”

Her breath hitched and her flesh quivered.

“Mmm,” I murmured, nuzzling the delicate curve before shifting lower.

Pushing her thighs apart, I settled between them, pulled her legs over my back so I could get my mouth on the source of all that slickness. I wanted her taste on my tongue. My wolf craved it. Needed it.