Page 27 of Great Falls Rogue
“Tye?” I yank, trying to bring my arms down. The restraint sways but yields nothing to my effort. I yank again, harder. My heart stutters, my blood swishing anxiety through my veins. Anxiety and excitement. “What—”
“Look at me, lass.” Tye’s low, self-assured tone demands my gaze as firmly as the knots he sets. The moment I lift my eyes to his all-consuming green ones, heat fills my skin. Despite my mind’s protests, a trickle of moisture slides from my sex and snakes down the inside of my thigh.Stars.
Feet wide apart, Tye steps in front of me, his bare chest and torso a shadowy field of muscle, lightly damp with sweat. His mouth curves appreciatively as his callused hands roam my skin once more, massaging my aching breasts and stroking my hips. “Almost perfect,” he whispers into my ear before settling his foot between my legs and pushing them wide apart.
Cold air brushes my hot sex, my fluttering attempts to close myself meeting Tye’s braced knees. Running two fingers skillfully between my slippery folds, Tye traces the hood hiding my quickly swelling apex.
“You can’t escape my touch, lilac lass,” Tye whispers into my ear, the words—which should rightfully make me cringe—sending a zing of excitement all the way to my sex. The mix of unyielding restraint and Tye’s utter focus on me is intoxicating, my emotions spinning between anxiety and safety. Desire and frustration. “You can do nothing but feel. And enjoy.” Tye teases the hood again, running the tip of one finger oh so casually across my bud.
I moan, my toes curling in my boots. More. I need more.
Tye pulls away.
My teeth grind together so hard, they squeak.
A small tug at the corner of the bastard’s mouth says he marked my reaction. Was planning it all along. With fingers slicked in my own wetness, Tye circles my nipples. One, then the other, until the sensitive skin tightens into peaks and my breasts feel so full, they ache.
“You have gorgeous breasts, Lera.” Eyes on mine, he puts his mouth on one thick nipple and sucks.
I gasp, the pull on my breasts joining the low throbbing in my sex. I try to cover myself, to close my legs to do something—anything—to ease the growing pressure. But I can’t.This is wrong,a voice inside me tries hollering again.You’re naked in a dungeon chamber, restrained and…and stars,if all that doesn’t somehow drive each sensation higher.
Tye’s hand drops to my sex again, stroking my folds in a maddening harmony to the insistent suckles above. Forward and back, forward and back, until my hips thrust toward him greedily, my toes so tightly curled inside my laced boots that my legs shake.
Without warning, Tye slides a finger into my channel just as his teeth close slightly over my tender nipple. The tiny sting of pain morphs into a scalding pleasure that washes through me like a storm.
“Stars.” I whimper. More. I need more. I needhim.My arm jerks toward the pulsing bulge in Tye’s pants, the restraints catching me ruthlessly. My channel clenches around Tye’s finger with greedy desperation.
Releasing my nipple, Tye soothes it with little laps of his tongue that starts to drop lower and lower along my flesh until he is on one knee, hands gripping the insides of my wet thighs.
I half expect guards to burst in at any moment with how loud I’m being. Then I remember that this chamber is soundproof, which only heightens my feral arousal. Tye blows on my hot tissue, his strong hands keeping me utterly open to him. Leaning closer, he swirls his tongue around my nub, which pulses so fiercely, I can barely stand. Igrab the chains for support, small whimpers escaping as the world narrows.
Lap. Lap. Lap.Tye’s tongue teases my engorged apex, my whole sex feeling too tight to bear.Lap. Lap. Lap.
I pant, reaching for the approaching abyss. My heart pounds, sweat trickling down my temples. Tye caresses the whole length of my hood, then takes my bud into his hot mouth and sucks.
I barely bite back a scream, every muscle in my body tight. Pleasure so intense, it hurts, rushes through me. Hitting me again and again. I gasp, my legs buckling as release thunders through me.
Wrapping his arms around me, Tye holds me tight through the exquisite spasms. When he seems confident I will not collapse, he lets me take up my weight, a satisfied smile on his face. “Did you enjoy your distraction, lass?”
“No.” I pant. Growl.
He cocks a brow, looking genuinely bemused. “Your body says otherwise.”
I swallow, unable to think. “You. I want you.”
Tye stiffens, something unreadable flashing through his eyes, and starts to step away. “That wasn’t the—”
I don’t care. Leaning back into my binds, I hook one leg around Tye’s hard waist, yanking him closer.
Tye’s eyes widen as our hips collide. Wrapping my other leg around the male’s waist, I hook my ankles together, my hips grinding against his hardness. Leaning my neck back, I savor the heady energy pulsing through me and indulge my one utterly unfair advantage—I nip the so, so sensitive ear tip that Tye doesn’t know he has.
Tye hisses, gripping my hips for balance, his fingers digging in so hard that I yelp.
“Leralynn—” His voice is guttural, a mix of purr and growl that echoes the tiger he shifts into in Lunos.
“You started this, kitty cat.” I grind into him again.
The male’s emerald eyes darken, the swirling lust blowing away uncertainty with a storm’s force. His hips move against mine as if of their own accord, a groan escaping his throat as his fingers dig into my backside. Drag me closer.
