Page 45 of Locke

Her body trembled, her sweat-slicked skin glistening in the dim light. Her passion and desire mirrored my own, fueling my need for her even more.

Her back arched, and one of the legs that hung over my shoulder suddenly went under me. She rolled her body and pinned me against the mattress. Her pussy was in my face, and I stared up at her wide-eyed, a smile on my face.

“Fuck, Princess, if you wanted to ride my face, you should have said so.” I tried to move my arms, but she firmly planted her shins against my biceps, as she reached underneath the pillow and pulled out some rope.

Where did that come from? This was getting as kinky as fuck!

Emm’s firm grip tightened on the coarse rope as she skillfully bound my wrists together, weaving them into a secure knot. I could feel the rough texture against my skin as she expertly wrapped it around the sturdy metal bed frame. With a meticulous eye, she ensured its stability, her fingers brushing against the cold, unforgiving metal.

She gracefully left my body and picked up her clothes on the floor.

Woah, woah there.

My cock pushed shamelessly against my jeans. My mate took one tentative look and sighed. She took her hand and rubbed up against it, her eyebrows rising when she felt the hard metal bars along its length.

“Hey, Princess?” I grabbed her attention. “What do you think you are doing?”

Emm remained silent, her actions speaking louder than words. She gracefully slipped into her skirt, the fabric gliding over her smooth skin. As I watched, she discarded her lace panties, revealing her bareness. The sound of the clasp echoed softly as she fastened her bra, accentuating her silhouette.

“Well, you haven’t told me your name. Meaning, there is a significance to it. I don’t fuck people I don’t know. So, you can tell me your name, or I’m going to leave you here, tied up and naked, and let one of your friends come find you in a strange predicament.” She stuck out her hip and put her hand on it.

My mouth dropped open. I couldn’t help the smile that came after it. “You are sensational.”

She raised a brow and crossed her arms. “Name?” She walked over barefoot and unbuttoned my pants. Panic struck because that was one thing I wasn’t ready for. For her to see my knot. If we had fucked, I would have done it from behind, or blindfolded her and kept my knot out of her body.

“Alright, alright!” I wiggled away from her.

She laughed. She fuckinglaughed!

I never saw this coming. I see everything coming. I’m two steps ahead so why the hell did I not see this?

Because you were tongue deep in her pussy that’s why.

Mates, dammit, they put you in a lust-fog and you can’t see for shit.

“My name’s Locke,” I said frankly. There was no use hiding it. Now, I just had to act like I didn’t know who she was, and that she was hunting me. Granted, I had hoped to have gotten under her skin more, but this will have to do.

Emm uncrossed her arms and stared at me, the color draining from her face. “What?”

“The name’s Locke. Not unless you wanna call me something else, Princess?”

“W-why didn’t you want to tell me your name before?” She pulled down her shirt over her head and fixed her hair.

I shrugged my shoulders. “I was trying to be all mysterious and shit. Women like that, right? I mean, you enjoyed it when I pinned you to the bathroom door.”

If smoke could come out of her ears they would have. She growled once and turned her back to me.

“Hey, aren’t you going to untie me?” I tugged on the ropes.

“No, get out yourself, you pig!” She slung the door open and marched down the hall.

My wolf’s eyes widened in fear, our sharp canines glistening under the dim light. As we tugged on the coarse rope, it strained against the weight, emitting a metallic creak that reverberated through the room. The tension grew unbearable, causing the sturdy bed frame to groan and buckle until it finally snapped.

Frustration consumed us, manifesting in a low, guttural growl that echoed in the air. Determined, we swiftly leaped out of the broken bed, our hearts pounding in our chests, and stormed out of the room, our footsteps echoing down the hallway. The urgency to find Emm overwhelmed us, a desperate desire to prevent her escape. The irrational part of our mind took control, urging us to ensnare her, to keep her captive in this space with us.

As I reached the railing, peering down at the bustling bar, I could see the members’ gaze fixed on her. She stormed through the crowd, determinedly, and made a beeline for the exit. Only the music played, no one spoke and I refrained from calling out, not wanting anyone to interfere. However, the unmistakable scent of her arousal wafted through the room, causing the males to search for me. It triggered an intense fury within my wolf, and without hesitation, we leapt over the railing, gracefully landing on the cold floor with bare feet.

The surrounding people stood back, shocked by our quick landing. I was about to take off when a large round of fire flew across my path. Sizzle held alcohol in his mouth and blew across a torch, causing an enormous flame.

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