Alpha's Vow (Shifter Ops 2)

Oh fuck. Three more nuzzling kisses to the inside of my right thigh and I’m squirming so much, he picks up the rope. He grabs my ankles and gently tugs me down the bed. This time he uses leather cuffs around my ankles, attaching the rope to the D-rings and knotting the other ends to the lower bed posts.

“Such a Boy Scout,” I murmur, watching him finish an intricate knot.

“Not quite.” His canines flash with his grin, and the mark he gave me throbs in response. I’m his marked mate.

“What would you have done?” My voice wavers a little as I ask. “At my parents’ house… if I had said no?”

“I would have given you that sweet minivan,” he says, leaving the rope and crawling over me. He holds himself on his taut biceps as I quiver under him. “And then I would have stalked you every day and night. You would have been seeing a wolf everywhere you turned.”

I’m panting now. I’m the wolf’s prey, caught fast. “You wouldn't let me go, would you?”

“Never,” he breathes. He reaches under me to stroke my mark. Pleasure sparks through me, and I cry out. Orgasming, just like that.

He draws back to watch my face. “That wasn’t part of the plan.”

“You have a plan?” Why is that so sexy?

“Mmm hmm.” He dips his head, nuzzling at my neck, and sensation sparkles from my core all the way down my limbs. “This is how it's going to go. I'm going to spend some time getting reacquainted with your beautiful body, and you're going to lie there and take it.”

Oh God.

“Am I going to like this?” I try to tease, but I’m already breathless. He kisses down my neck, returning to my breasts, stopping at my collarbone.

“Some of it,” he says. “But I think you deserve a little punishment for not calling me the moment you knew you wanted me back.”

“I was working up the nerve. I was afraid you were mad at me, and I felt terrible for hurting you…”

“I know. It’s okay.” He kisses my jaw softly, thumbs stroking the inner curve of my hips in maddening rhythm. I try to move so I can get more stimulation on my pussy, but the ropes bind me tight. His grin turns wicked. “This is what happens when you run from a wolf. You’re my mate, Charlie. I’ll hunt you to the ends of the earth.”

Lance

Charlie’s stretched out before me, a buffet of soft skin I can lick and nibble. I have her legs splayed and tied apart. Her pussy perfumes the room, and damn if my mouth isn’t watering. My dick throbs hard enough to burst out of my jeans. But it’s not time to fuck my mate yet. First, I need to:

Tease Charlie until she’s close, then back off

Repeat until she’s begging

Slam my dick into her and make her scream

Stand down, I tell my wingman. Gotta stick to the plan. But damn, it’s hard. The little noises she makes as I browse over her breasts, the way her chest heaves when I kiss down to her pussy, the slickness of her tight little folds, all swollen pink for me… It’s super fucking hard.

Course, my dick’s always hard around Charlie.

“You like this, angel?” I murmur, taking a break from licking up her nectar. “You want to come?”

“Yes, please,” she groans. Her tanned skin shines with sweat. Her body’s taut, her fingers clutching the ropes.

I hum and rub my jaw along the inside of her thigh, smearing her juices along her skin. Then I lick it up. Fuck, I could eat her forever.

“Please, Lance,” she keens. “Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.”

My mate sounds distressed. No good. Gotta keep baby-momma happy.

“I had a plan,” I tell her as I rise up and undo the cuffs around her ankles. With her legs free, I can cup her bottom. I lift her so the head of my dick brushes her sopping entrance. “But you know what? Fuck the plan.” I drive into the tight fist of her perfect cunt.

Fireworks explode behind my eyes. Her inner muscles kiss along my cock, her whole body shuddering in explosive orgasm. I watch her jerk, waiting until she draws breath, then I pull out and slam into her, setting off another wave of convulsions.

“I’ve got you, Charlie.” I brace myself on my right arm and keep stroking smoothly into her tight heat. My left hand cups her breast, plumping and squeezing.

I tried to be patient. I tried to go slow. But my beautiful mate is tied up and begging for my dick. What was I supposed to do? Besides, she likes it when I lose control.

Charlie sighs, her eyelashes fluttering. “God yes, fuck me.” Pink blooms on her chest, proof of her climaxes. The hair at her temples is damp. One wet tendril curls into an adorable ringlet. It’s so precious, I twine it around my finger, slowing my thrusts. Will our baby be blond like us? Will he or she have little ringlet curls?