Page 19 of Bullied Wolf Mate

His eyes darkened. Even in the moment, a rush of heat washed over me at that look. He looked dangerous, but there was something else lurking beneath the surface at the same time. Something that might have been want or lust.

“I’ll take that as a no,” he said.

Pulling me with him, he marched over to a drawer, opening it and extracting a long cotton rope. He spun me around, pinning me against the wall as he lashed my hands behind my back, tying the rope right above the metal bands and cinching it tight. He spun me around, pushing his body against mine as he pinned me to the wall.

My breath caught in my throat. I should have been angry. I was angry. But something about being completely at his mercy kindled a fire inside me, warming me all over. My heart started going double time, and I was suddenly aware of his grip on my arms, the way he held me, and how he stoked a fire in me wherever he touched.

And I realized for the first time—or admitted to myself, at least—that I desperately wanted him.

As if sensing the change, his eyes sparked with a hunger that made my stomach lurch. His thumb stroked my bare skin, his legs pressing against me, moving slowly as if he was testing the waters. When I didn’t protest, he grew bolder.

“Now, are you going to be good?” he growled. His hands trailed down my arms, holding me tight even as they settled on my hips. “Or am I going to have to hogtie you?”

His touch electrified me, sending shivers of need and longing through me. I had tried to resist for so long, to fight these urges, but I couldn’t fight how badly I wanted him anymore.

He held me in place, the silence lingering between us as the air continued to crackle. I was certain he could hear my heart pounding. What was it about him that did this to me? I was furious, but I wanted him so badly. We both knew that if he wanted to take me right now, I couldn’t do anything to stop him.

“What is it you want, Lorelei?” he asked, his voice rugged. “Do you want me to untie you?”

I couldn’t speak. I shook my head.

He leaned forward, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “Do you want me to kiss you?”

Still unable to utter a word, I nodded.

With a snarl, he pressed his lips on mine, his hand going to the back of my head and locking me in place. I couldn’t have moved away even if I wanted to.

He held me against him, our bodies flush. Heat electrified every inch of me, pleasure and need building between my legs. He pinned me against the wall, claiming me with his mouth as his fingers brushed the skin of my stomach.

I wanted to touch him, to run my fingers through his hair. I struggled against the bonds, but couldn’t loosen them at all. Noticing my movements, he gave a wicked grin.

“You want out?” he asked.

When I nodded, he gave an amused tut, the back of his hand running down my arm. “I don’t know. I kind of like you like this. And besides, you should see the way your breasts stick out.”

His hand cupped my breast, squeezing with just enough force to make me gasp. He gave a wicked grin.

“And besides, I don’t want you getting away,” he muttered. He pulled me flush against him, nipping at my neck as his mouth moved upward, each gentle tug of his teeth sending shivers through my body. When his lips reached my ear, he said, “In fact, I think I want to make you more secure.”

He pulled me to his bedroom, lips kissing every inch of me he could reach as we moved in there.

The instant we reached his room, he threw me face-first onto the bed, clambering on top of me before I could do anything. I felt the rope around my wrists loosen, falling off. A moment later, he had yanked off my blouse, throwing it to the side before going to work on the bra.

The instant my shirt and bra were off, he flipped me back around. Before I could pull him toward me and tangle my fingers in his hair, he pinned my wrists above my head, binding them together again before lashing the rope to the bed frame. Once I was secure, his eyes scanned me up and down, his heated gaze lingering on my breasts.

“You know, I’ve been wondering what your tits looked like for days now,” he mused, one hand moving to pinch onenipple. He grinned as my back arched instinctively. “They’re even better than I imagined.”

He took his shirt off, and I sucked in a breath. Washboard abs and rippling muscles. He somehow looked larger shirtless. Once again, I wanted to touch him, to pull him toward me. But he was in control, and we both knew it.

Grinning, he ran his fingers along my stomach, caressing every inch of me as I lay beneath him. I squirmed at every touch, that fire burning hotter with each passing second. His hand went to cup my sex. That wicked smirk grew wider as he saw the need in my eyes, and I writhed helplessly.

His thumb stroked my clit, flicking back and forth. I groaned as my hips bucked. I wasn’t satisfied with him toying with me any longer. I needed him filling me, needed him inside me.

Before I was fully prepared, his fingers slipped inside me, beginning to pump slowly as his thumb continued its assault on my clit. He leaned forward, not missing a beat, and his mouth claimed mine, passion and need and want blending as the kiss deepened. I moaned against his lips, sensing that I was nearing the edge. The pleasure swelled, waiting to shatter me.

Just as I was about to tip over the edge, he stopped, his fingers slipping out of me. He grinned, chuckling when he saw me glare at him. He stood, and I half-expected him to walk out and leave me tied to the bed—a thought that appealed to me more than I wanted to admit—but instead, I watched as he took off his pants. His cock sprung out. My heart thundered as I eyed it hungrily.

He crawled back on the bed, hovering over me with an arm on either side of my head. “Do you want this?”

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