Page 97 of In the Mouth of the Wolf

“Because their bodies healed when they shifted.”

His expression changed from amusement to surprise, and he cocked an eyebrow.

“It only took about a day and a half between when Elias bonded with me and when he shifted. If you bond with me tonight, you could potentially be fully healed by Tuesday morning.”

He remained silent, his eyes waiting.

“Yes, you can talk now.”

He took a deep breath. “The scientist in me is thrilled with your proposition, but the alpha in me is… not.”

“Oh…” I had thought it was the perfect solution, but I should have expected this. Archer had always been the most hesitant to bond with me. It definitely stung a bit to hear, but I couldn’t blame him. He was a cautious, thoughtful male. It made sense that he’d prefer to wait.

“Sorry, I’ll let you get your rest then. Do you need more water?”

I rose to get up, but he grabbed my hand and pulled me back down. “Not for whatever reason you’re thinking. The alpha in me wants to bond you when I’m in peak physical condition, to claim you in the height of passion. This way feels more like a pity bond,” he said, shame creeping along his cheeks.

“It’s not a pity bond,” I replied. How this alpha could ever think that astounded me. “I don’t want to wait a few weeks before you can knot me at full strength again. It’s been one day and I’m already craving you.”

A deep purr resonated in his chest, and I watched as the outline of his cock grew underneath the thin blanket. I reached and slowly traced it with my fingertips, and he swallowed and leaned his head back, closing his eyes.

“Marlowe.” My name was a plea on his breath. “I crave you too, but I can’t really move right now.”

I took two silk scarves out of the pocket on my robe and grinned. “Then don’t.” I grabbed his hand and pulled it up near his head, tying it to the headboard, and then slowly moved across him to do the same on the other side.

The robe slipped off my shoulders, revealing the silky, short, babydoll dress, and he groaned. “This is torture, you know that?”

I lowered myself down to his ear, careful not to lean on his chest. “Exactly, Mr. Lim. If it starts to hurt too much, let me know, and the interrogation will stop.”

With that, I stood up and began pacing by the side of the bed, my hands clasped behind my back. “We know you hid the codes to the safe, and my boss has given me clear instructions that I am to extract their location by any means necessary.”

Archer laughed haughtily, quickly getting into character. “Well, your boss is going to be sorely disappointed, because I’m the only person who knows and I’m not talking.”

I stopped and placed my hands on the mattress, bringing my lips to hover right over his. “You were trained well. You hold up remarkably to physical pain. But you see, I have a method that you may not have tried before. It’s a specialty of mine, and I have broken every male placed in front of me. I guarantee you will tell me within the hour.” I brushed his lips with mine, kissing him lightly. My tongue parted through and darted into his mouth, swirling and teasing as he attempted to stay still and give me nothing in return.

“We’ll see about that,” he replied with a smirk. “Do your worst.”

I bit his lip and laughed. “Oh, I plan to.”

Archer’s breathing remained even, and I pulled down the blanket, revealing the lower half of his body. He wore only a pair of boxer briefs, and I sat down beside him, sliding my hand on top of his erection. “My, my,” I said. “Your reputation precedes you, Mr. Lim. But you know what they say – the bigger the cock, the harder they fall.”

He thrust up slightly to meet my touch. “You’re free to begin whenever you’d like, but the only thing you’re leaving here with is a sore pussy and my cum dripping down your gorgeous legs.”

I slipped off his underwear, his cock springing free. I wrapped my hand around his generous girth and rubbed him up and down. “But don’t you understand? I won’t allow you to spill your seed until you’ve spilled all your secrets.” I licked the bead of pre-cum that had accumulated on the tip. “Coming is for good prisoners only.”

He sucked air between his teeth as I got up again, grabbing a small bottle out of my robe pocket. “What is that?” he asked. “Poison?”

I squirted the liquid into my hand and went back to the bed, continuing to massage his cock. “Oh, fuck me,” he groaned.

“Tsk tsk, not until you give up the location,” I teased. I rubbed the lubrication all the way down his shaft and over his knot and balls. My arms then began pumping in earnest, and I watched as his face contorted, getting closer and closer to his release.

Then I stopped, and he opened his mouth in protest. “What did I say?” I asked. “You’ll come when you give me what I want.”

“The only thing you want is my knot deep inside you.” He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he pulled tentatively at the restraints.

“We’ll see about that.” Satisfied he had climbed far enough down the precipice, I placed my mouth over his head and he jerked his hips up.

“Yes, please, swallow my cock and I’ll tell you anything,” he moaned.

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