Page 31 of Lost and Bound
If my face got any hotter, it’d burst into flame. A shiver ran through me, and anger welled up…even though my cock had gotten hard again, as eager as the rest of my traitorous body. When Calder reached up and took one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger again, my cry echoed off the tiles and my ass clenched around his other hand. And when he leaned down and kissed across my shoulders and neck, I thought I might come just from that.
“I think I could make you come without fucking you at all,” he said, like he’d read my goddamn mind. He kissed the nape of my neck. “With kisses.” He suited the action to the words, mouthing at the curve of my neck below my ear. His fingers started to move in and out of me, slowly and gently, and he swiped his thumb over my nipple, back and forth, so softly I almost couldn’t feel it. Whisper-soft. “Just touching you. I don’t think I will fuck you again. Not until you beg for it.”
“What’s—the point, then?” I choked out. “You’re hard, you’re an alpha, you’re my—mate. For now, anyway. You want to fuck. So do it!”
Calder growled again, pressing up behind me, pulling his fingers out of me and wrapping his arm around my chest, tugging me up so that my body was plastered to the heat and strength of him. My head fell back against his shoulder. That arm around me lay hard and heavy over my collarbones, pinning me in place, and the other hand still teased at my chest, moving from one side to the other, plucking and stroking.
My cock stuck out in front of me, the water of the shower pounding down on it and almost, almost providing enough stimulation. Butnotenough, I needed…I didn’t touch myself, though, instead reaching up to hold onto his forearm, my fingers digging in.
I couldn’t even really feel the mate bond. Not as strongly as I’d have expected. Gods, if this wasn’t a bond gone wrong, gone weird…it was me.
Calder bent and tucked his head into the curve of my neck. His cock pressed into the small of my back, and he shifted his hips, letting it rub against my skin. His hand started moving down, tracing delicate patterns, fingertips trailing over my ribs. He got almost down to my cock and then moved back up again, and I moaned, bucking my hips into the empty air.
“You don’t want it rough,” he murmured, and kissed me again, right on the mating bite. “You want me to make love to you. Like you asked for.”
“I didn’t ask you to…make love to me,” I gasped, feeling a little sick. I hadn’t asked for that. I wouldneverask for that. How pathetic did he think I was?
“Not in so many words.” He stroked me again, from where his arm lay against my upper chest all the way down to my groin. He teased his fingers up my inner thigh, and I thought I might scream. So close. So fucking close. “But that’s what you want. And I’ll give it to you. Do you want me to tell you how beautiful you are?”
Humiliated, furious tears leaked out of the corners of my eyes, not lost quickly enough in the water of the shower. Not nearly quickly enough for me to pretend they hadn’t been there. My lower torso went heavy, with every muscle tensed.
“That’s fucking stupid,” I whispered.
“So beautiful,” he whispered back, his hand splayed over my belly, rubbing in slow circles. “My fragile, beautiful little toy.”
What? Not a word of that was remotely true, but he followed it up with the softest possible ghost of a kiss to my mating mark, and my whole body convulsed, my knees giving out as I shot every drop of come in my body onto the shower wall. I hung in his arms, shuddering with aftershocks.
He loosened his arms and turned me around, clutching me around the waist and working his other hand between us, grasping his cock. Calder’s mouth came down on mine, and he sucked all the breath I had left right out of me, kissing me endlessly as he jerked off against my stomach.
He grunted and shook, and his hot come dripped down my abdomen, onto my spent cock.
Fuck it. I just couldn’t.
I leaned on him and gave up, letting him wash us both, soap and then rinsing, my cock and balls and between the cheeks of my ass, under my arms and over my chest and belly. He held me up with one arm while he washed himself. I barely had the will left to stay on my feet, and I weaved and drooped as he shut off the water and pulled us both out of the shower.
When he rolled me into bed and then pressed up behind me, wrapping himself around me, I let him.
***
I didn’t sleep, but by the time a few minutes had passed and I’d roused myself enough to pay attention to anything but the drift of my own half-formed thoughts, the room had darkened, the window a black square reflecting the ambient glow of the light we’d left on in the bathroom.
To my werewolf eyes there was more than enough light to see by, even fine details. Gods only knew what Calder could see. Alpha vision sharpened when their eyes took on that glow of magic, their inherent power intensifying at the same time. He could probably see in what an average shifter would consider pitch-black.
I wiggled around, turning myself in his arms, trying to pull back a little.
He allowed it, removing his arm from over my waist.
I settled on my side with a foot or so separating our faces. He regarded me calmly out of half-lidded eyes, a predator at rest, like one of those big cats sunning on top of a rock in a nature documentary.
Not much point in trying to sit up or get out of bed or run away, right? I might as well be comfortable, and I’d far from recovered from all the physical strain of the last couple of days, let alone the couple of years before. It’d take me a while to be really strong again, really fit. Practicality had always been a strength of mine, even though it’d been my weakness, too; what could be more practical than allying with someone who could help me achieve my goals, even if that someone was Jonathan Hawthorne?
But it’d stand me in good stead now. I wasn’t impatient. I could regain my muscle mass and my good health in whatever timeframe I needed. My werewolf physiology would see to it, and all I had to do was eat and rest.
So it made sense to stay in bed. Even if it meant staying in bed with Calder.
Besides, if I scurried off like a scared rabbit, he’d only laugh at me.
Anyway, I wasn’t scared. I was insulted and pissed-off. “You know how stupid that sounded, right?”
