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As I deepen the kiss, arousal skates up my spine. I start rocking my hips against Bastian until he stills them with his hands on my ass. When he rips his mouth away from mine, I see the same need I feel reflected back at me in his emerald eyes. “We’re not doing this here,” he rasps before he hoists me into his arms and climbs the steps two at a time.

CHAPTER19

BRIAR

When we barge through the door, Bastian kicks it closed before whirling around. He lets me slide down his body before pressing me up against the hard surface. I let out a small squeak of surprise, which he quiets by slanting his mouth over mine. He shoves a leg between my thighs.

His kiss is soft and sweet but with an undertone of dominance. While his tongue gently slips into my mouth and his lips delicately press against mine, he tangles his hand in my hair to keep my head right where he wants it, not letting me move an inch.

By the time he pulls away, I’m panting and needy. I try to grind down on his leg, but he pins my hips in place with his to keep me still. My eyes jump up to his in surprise, finding his intense gaze already on mine.

“How certain are you that you’re healed all the way?” Bastian’s voice is strained, and he looks like he’s trying to hold himself back.

“Positive.” I reach between us to hike up my shirt so he can see the pale scar, all that’s left of Ryker’s and Anson’s attempts to kill me. I’ve occasionally felt a dull twinge in my abdomen today, but the pain is pretty much gone at this point.

Bastian traces gentle fingers over the silvery line. He closes his eyes as his face twists in a grimace before he shakes himself out of it. Pinning me with his emerald gaze, Bastian rasps, “I want you, pretty girl, so fucking bad. Are you up for it?”

“Absolutely,” I respond, probably a little too fast.

His lips twitch up in a pleased smile. “You’ll let me know if anything I’m doing hurts, right?” He waits for my nod before continuing. “You feel like trying something new, sweet girl?”

“Yeah.” I find myself agreeing before I really have a chance to think it through. But this is Bastian, and I know I’ll like whatever he does to me.

Flashing me a heart-stopping smile filled with pure joy, Bastian asks, “You trust me?”

Blowing out a breath, I give him a jerky nod. I do trust him and my other mates more than I’ve ever trusted anyone. After everything Patrick did, trust doesn’t come easily to me anymore. But the Wyldharts and Saint have more than earned my trust.

“I’ll be right back, then.” He pulls me away from the door and slips out into the hall before I have a chance to say anything.

I’m still standing there confused when Bastian comes back less than a minute later. My eyes widen when I see he has a bunch of dark green fabric in his hands. When I can tear my gaze away from what I’m pretty sure are restraints, I find him patiently waiting for me to look at him.

“What are those for?” I whisper.

He reaches out his free hand to brush a strand of my raven hair off my forehead. “They’re for tying you up. It won’t hurt, and I’ll untie you the second you ask. But if it’s too much for you, we don’t have to do this.”

My mouth goes dry at the thought of being tied up. I feel like I should be more afraid than I am. While there’s a hint of fear, mostly just excitement races through me. I’ve never been tied up before, and I’ve always wondered what it would be like.

When Bastian starts nervously shifting from foot to foot, I realize I haven’t said anything. “I wanna try.” My voice is breathy and quiet. By the grin stretching across his face, he has no problem hearing me, though.

Placing his free hand on my back, he guides me toward the bed. He drops the emerald fabric, the color almost matching his eyes, on the comforter before turning back to me. Tunneling a hand into my hair, Bastian pulls me in for another kiss, this one harder and more desperate than the last.

All I can do is take what he wants to give me. I get lost in the all-consuming kiss. Without taking his lips off mine, Bastian shoves a hand under my top to palm one of my breasts. He squeezes hard enough to make me gasp into his mouth before rolling my nipple between his fingers. Repeating the motion on the other side, he reluctantly pulls away.

Letting go of my hair, he slips his other hand under my sweatshirt and pulls it over my head. I raise my arms up to help him. He lets my top fall to the floor as his hungry gaze roams over my lacy blue bra and bare skin above my pants. With a flick of his fingers, he deftly undoes my bra before that, too, flutters to the floor.

I reflexively cross my arms over my chest to cover myself.

“No,” Bastian growls as he pries my arms apart, holding one in each hand. “Let me look.”

My eyebrows rise in surprise at how demanding my normally calm and easygoing mate is, but I don’t protest.

Not releasing my wrists, Bastian leans down to wrap his mouth around my nipple. He lashes the sensitive peak with his tongue before biting down. I yelp in surprise. Then I moan as the pain morphs into a sharp pleasure.

He chuckles, the deep sound vibrating through me, before he drops to his knees in front of me. Making quick work of the rest of my clothes, it’s not long before I’m completely naked. Still in his tee and sweats, Bastian stares at me for a beat before standing up.

“On the bed,” he orders in a rough voice.

I hesitate for a second. Bastian cocks an eyebrow at me but doesn’t say anything as he waits for me to do what he wants. Still unused to this side of him, I climb onto the bed without a word. Unsure what to do next, I turn around and startle when I almost bump into him.

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