Chasing Love (11 page)

Sophie smiled slightly, but didn’t raise her eyes from the potato she was peeling. “And so?”

“So what?” she questioned, confused.

“Well, what do
you
think he’s doing in your father’s study that has him bellowing like a wounded bear, bashing his very old, very expensive mahogany desk?”

Christiana stopped peeling, frowning. “I thought Edward was just talking to Dad?”

“He is, but you’re supposed to be smarter than this, dear. What do you think they’re talking about?”

Christiana found her mouth falling open. “He’s not…? He wouldn’t…? He’s doing the
traditional
thing and asking Dad…? But what about my opinion??!! What about
MY
choice??!
Why the hell isn’t he asking ME?!”

Sophie continued peeling the potatoes, a huge grin breaking out on her face. Christiana ignored the innate knowledge that her mom had known all along what was going on, and simply had been holding her mirth in check.

Christiana very carefully placed her peeler on the bench and stood up so she could pace furiously.

“Ooh!!! I’m going to kill him! Tear him apart! How
dare
he ask my father before even talking to me! Who the hell does he think he is?”

“Don’t wear out my tiles, love. How about you start thinking smart, instead of angry?”

Christiana stopped, determined not to snap at her mom. “Well, what would
you
do, Mom?”

“Oh, that’s easy. Obviously, Edward would want to be in control. If he’s getting your father’s blessing, then he plans to move fairly quickly. Why not beat him to the punch? Surely there’s something special between the two of you—some sort of sexual game or sexual initiative you could take that you would both enjoy?”

Christiana thought of the pirate outfit Edward probably still had packed away in his backpack from their long trek back from college. She frowned as she realized she might have actually brought it into her own room with the mountain of other bags and luggage she had.

She couldn’t recall Edward carrying his own backpack anywhere. He had dumped her larger trunks into her room and headed for her dad’s office. More than likely she had picked his backpack up with all her other smaller things and dumped them somewhere…

Her mom was a decent seamstress and, with her help and a bit of patience, she would be able to fit it easily with a few modifications. Where the hell had she stashed that mask she had removed from him… Thinking so hard, she barely caught her mother’s next brainwave.

“Take him somewhere secluded and live out your fantasies, my dear. It’s about time you had some real fun.”

Christiana stalked over to the phone. Pulling open her old high school telephone book, she started dialing numbers. Finally, she hit paydirt.

“Yeah? You serious? And I can pick up the keys right now? I can be over there in about twenty minutes. Thanks, Billy, I definitely owe you one.”

Hanging up the phone, she grinned at her mother. “Just borrowing the car for a bit. Gotta pick up keys from Billy’s place. Can I borrow fifty bucks ‘til I hit an ATM?”

Sophie nodded to where her purse lay on the table. “Have fun, dear.”

Christiana thought of the pirate costume and grinned. She had a gorgeous black, sparkly bra and matching G-string that would go perfectly with the costume. Edward wouldn’t know what hit him.

“Oh, I will, Mom. I will.”

With that she snagged the keys and headed out the door.

Chapter Thirteen

Edward groaned and woke up with a slight headache. He had always known he couldn’t sleep with Christiana while they were at her parents’ place. But somehow it all seemed that much harder now that he knew how this True Mate business worked and he had Artemais’ permission to be with her.

He instinctively tried to roll over and found his arms bound behind him. Blinking, he found himself rapidly waking up. Before he could shake all the fog from his head, though, he felt a gag being placed in his mouth.

Edward squirmed into a position he could lever himself upright into, but found himself enveloped in Christiana’s scent. He froze, totally confused, and still a bit sleepy.

“Ahoy there, matey,” she whispered in his ear, the soft tone of her voice making her sound sleepy and husky and like sex incarnate. He twisted, turned so he could get a look at her, and nearly toppled over in lust.

She was wearing his damned pirate suit! That little vixen had stolen his act!

Even amid his outrage, he had to admit the costume looked far more enticing on Christiana. He had bought the first costume that fitted him from the shop. Now he had a much higher appreciation for the silky outfit. The silky shirt billowed around her leaner frame. She had tied it underneath her impressive cleavage, a sparkly black bra playing peek-a-boo with her creamy flesh underneath the severe black.

The breeches were fantastic. They were see-through enough to cause a scene and get the imagination, not to mention other body parts, going, but still opaque enough that he could only catch glimpses of her lightly muscled, slender legs.

The mental pictures of how she had changed, but still remained the same Christiana he knew so well as a child, made his mouth water and his cock harden. Try as he might, he couldn’t see whether she wore a thong or not. The question of whether she was bare or simply wearing a skimpy thong did things to his cock he had no right feeling while bound and gagged.

For a moment, he couldn’t tell if he was dreaming or if she really was stringing kisses down along his neck and chest. Her soft, silky golden curls caught the light from the moon filtering in through the curtains. Edward had never thought of Christiana taking control of him sexually like this but his brain, not to mention his cock, didn’t seem to have any arguments with the scene.

Gagged, he couldn’t do anything other than moan. He desperately wished his hands were free to push her toward his achingly aroused shaft. All too soon she lifted herself back up to look in his face.

“Sorry about that, matey, couldn’t resist. I’m supposed to be the one in control here but something about your delicious body just screams out to me. I’d better get this show on the road before you work out a way to disarm me.”

He grunted in agreement and disappointment as Christiana used her strength as a werewolf and half-lifted him off the bed, helping him onto his bound feet.

“Aren’t you glad I insisted you sleep on the ground floor? I won’t have to carry you to my little Geo Metro. “

Edward snorted beneath his gag. He knew Christiana was physically fit enough and, as a werewolf, strong enough to carry him outside to the car. What she obviously hadn’t thought about was
he
was strong enough to break these ropes and stop the fun if she
dared
try to carry him around like some damned baby.

Luckily for them both he could hobble with her help into the damned tiny car.

She helped him inside it, safely buckling him into the passenger seat, still tied up. He was privately wondering just how far he should let her get away with this, until she started pulling a blindfold over his eyes.

He pulled away, determined to fight this last bit.

“Oh fine then! But don’t blame me if you feel sick at being bound in the car while I drive. I was only trying to make the trip easier for you. We won’t be driving for long,” she continued, knowing him well enough to answer the one burning question in his mind, “just down to the village, thirty minutes tops.”

He grunted and sat back. Thirty minutes of torture would be okay to try and see through those damn breeches and work out if she wore anything underneath them. And who knows, her own seat belt might make the pirate shirt look damn good, too—if it spread enough to give him an eyeful of cleavage.

Edward sat back, turned toward her. Even so, it would still be a long thirty minutes.

Chapter Fourteen

Christiana tried desperately to concentrate on the road ahead of her, and not the bound stud next to her. Who would have guessed having a studly man bound and gagged could be
such
a turn-on?

Smiling, remembering some of the games Ian and Maggie used to play together, she figured maybe everyone
except
her had realized what a turn-on it was.

Even concentrating on the road, half her mind was focusing on Edward, seated next to her as he alternated between staring at her and silently fuming. Thankfully, she knew this road better than she knew her own face in the mirror. They made the short trip to the remote cabin just on the outskirts of the village in decent time.

Christiana parked the car and got out to help Edward. Hobbling again, they made short work of the few feet to the small veranda. Christiana fumbled with the keys, swearing under her breath, and they made a lot of noise stumbling into the cabin.

Christiana was grateful she had already made this trip once tonight before dinner to set everything up. She knew Edward’s patience and tolerance would only extend so far. When he worked out that she had no intention of letting him free any time soon, his limited patience would probably snap, along with his temper.

As they were well secluded within the woods and no one would disturb them for ages, Christiana left the door open to air the tiny cabin out a bit. Still helping Edward hobble in, she casually led him over to the huge bed that took up most of the cabin’s interior, and sat him down on the edge.

She didn’t turn-on the lamp, partially because she didn’t need the light as she knew the layout of the cabin, but also partially because she didn’t want Edward looking too closely at the bed.

She removed his gag first, hoping to make him feel more comfortable, but also so he would think she would be releasing him soon.

Silly man.

“You know,” he started amiably after she had removed the gag, “that was one hell of a trick, stealing my costume and turning the tables on me. I must remember that one for the future.”

She smiled and pushed him back gently. “Yes indeed, I was rather proud of it myself.”

Carefully, so as to not alert him to her true intentions, she unbound his hands. As he flexed his wrists, rubbing them gently to ease the soreness out of his muscles, she straddled him, pinning him on the bed without arousing his suspicions.

He grabbed her ass as she sat on top of him and laughed.

“Is this where you take advantage of me and start that pirate’s method of raping and pillaging?”

“Rape? Aren’t you willing?” she teased, knowing full well from the steel of his cock pressing against her exactly what his thoughts on the matter were.

“Of course I am, Sweet One. I’m hard as a bone thinking of finally getting deep, deep inside you. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

Smiling, Christiana grabbed his hands in her own, and lifted them above his head.

“You have
no
idea how much I needed to hear that. So you’re willing to play my little games?” she teased, hoping he wouldn’t understand just how serious she was.

“Of course,” he laughed, oblivious.

Quickly, using all her dexterity, she released his wrists and snapped the fur-lined handcuffs her mother had loaned her around his thick wrists. She groaned mentally at the thought of her mom and dad playing with these… Maybe she should confiscate them on principle after she was finished with them!

“What the…? Christi-girl, this had better damn well be a joke!”

Not knowing exactly how to soothe the wounded beast, Christiana leaned forward and kissed him with all her pent-up passion. Years and years of suppressed desire, worries and teenage angst came pouring out as she released her passion for Edward.

Soon, he was returning her hungry, inquisitive kiss with a most demanding one of his own. He tilted his hips up into her, demanding attention for his iron-hard cock.

Seeing as she had stopped short of his cock earlier in the evening, and he now really
was
bound and at her mercy, she relented and figured he would be more amiable if she gave him some of what he wanted.

Relieved she only had to pull the slipknot around his feet to free him, Christiana settled herself so her face was just in front of his erect shaft.

She slowly stroked his cock, first with her fingers, then with her tongue, relearning the rigid lengths of it, silently promising it close attention in the near future. Not this time, but next, she mentally promised it.

“Damn, Christi-girl, you’d better take me inside you soon. After the bumpy ride you made down here, where any cop could have pulled us over and asked about your naked prisoner, you owe me, Sweet One.”

Pulling away from Edward’s enticing cock, she sat up, undulating her bottom against him, taunting him further.

“Christiana,” he groaned, “this really isn’t the best time to tease me—I’m more likely to break this damn bed than these stupid cuffs. I really don’t want to be driven mad before your first time. I’d rather go slow for your sake.”

Christiana smiled and began to inch the pirate shirt up her chest.

“Now Edward, who said anything about slow? I’ve had years to prepare myself. I know more about my own body than you currently do—though I am hoping to change that status over the next few hours. What say you let me deal with my virginity in my own way and
then
we can talk?”