Hidden Dragons (36 page)

“Right hand or left?” she asked.

He didn’t know if she was purposefully keeping him off balance. “Left.”

He had a simple cottage-style iron bed—secondhand rather than antique. He liked it for its hominess, and because it was sturdy. Cass snapped the first of the handcuff’s bracelets shut on a rail.

“Did I do that right?” she asked.

He checked. “Yes,” he said, his voice gone slightly hoarse.

Hearing the reaction, a glow flared behind her eyes. “Lie on your back, please.”

He shifted into position and lifted his left hand. Cass had to lean across his chest to squeeze the restraint closed around his wrist. He’d have made it snugger for a perp, but it would hold him.

She didn’t let go immediately, running her thumb across the sensitive skin just beneath the metal. Her lovely breasts dangled inside her unzipped top. A longing to maraud all her treasures momentarily dizzied him.

“This is electrum,” she said, tapping the bracelet.

“Plated,” he said in the same roughened tone as before. “Even with my shifter strength, it wouldn’t be easy for me to break.”

“You can reach the key?”

He glanced to where it lay on his bedside table. “Yes.”

“Are you comfortable?”

His cock was as stiff as one of the bed’s iron bars, his lungs refused to fill completely, and his spine had tensed on the verge of writhing helplessly with lust. He hadn’t expected this to be so exciting. He thought he’d do it as a treat for her.

Because her cheeks were pink and her nipples sharp, he didn’t try to pretend she hadn’t affected him.

“Everything considered,” he said wryly, “I’m comfy.”

She smiled, leaning down to kiss his lips with butterfly softness. “You’re almost perfect.”

She slipped off the bed to remove her clothes, leaving him to wonder what actual perfection would require. Okay, mostly he watched her strip her gorgeous body bare, but the wondering was there somewhere.

“May I look inside your closet?” she asked politely once every stitch was gone.

He blinked, his attention having been directed toward other things. “Sure. It’s that door there.”

She opened it and lifted two of his three neckties from the hanger inside the door. He wore the things for court appearances. He gathered Cass had a different use for them.

Jesus
, he thought, a muscle in one thigh jumping involuntarily.

“You seem to be enjoying this,” she explained. “I thought I’d fasten your feet to the bed as well.”

“My feet?”

She nodded. “I know you could rip these, but I’d like to spread your legs apart.”

The muscle in his thigh wasn’t the only thing that jumped. His cock did too, the sudden coolness at its tip telling him it had started leaking with arousal. Cass had sharp eyes. Her face flushed at his reaction.

He imagined his cheeks were similarly dark.

“I’ll just, um, get these on you now,” she said.

She shifted his legs apart. The care she took was weirdly arousing—considering how not fragile he was. His height insured the foot rail was close. The silk ties were smooth where they wrapped his ankles, as comfortable as the cuff was hard on his arm. Rick tested each of his legs for play. He could move, but she’d knotted the bonds securely. Air tickled his exposed ball sac and inner thighs.

She didn’t ask if he liked what she’d done. A blind woman would have known he did. His breathing harshened as she climbed up between his bound legs. She pushed her fingertips up his thighs, over his hipbones and torso, and finally onto the underside of his arms. Tingles jumped from nerve to nerve, linking his touch receptors into a single erogenous net.

She bowed toward his mouth. “Now you’re perfect.”

The kiss she dropped on his lips was light. She pressed another to his jaw and continued down his throat. His right hand was free. Wanting to touch her, he curved it behind her head and stroked.

Her gaze rose to his, but she didn’t tell him to stop. She moved lower, her hands on his ribcage to steady her. Her teasing mouth found his right nipple.

“Cass,” he gasped as she sucked it.

She didn’t interrupt herself to respond. Her wavy hair whispered over him soft as silk. His toes curled at the combination of delights, reminding him that his feet were tied. That did strange things to him. His back arched, his buttocks tightening on the covers. Cass smoothed her hands down to them.

“Hold onto your control,” she said, her warm breath fanning his cockhead.

The order made him long to let go, but he did as she asked. He shifted his body higher, using the handcuff to lift his weight. He guessed what was coming and didn’t want to miss seeing her give him head. Despite expecting it, the first touch of her lips on his tip shocked through him deliciously. Her mouth surrounded the crest, pushing down the shaft with her tongue rubbing. A moan broke inside his throat. Cass wrapped one fist around his base and squeezed tightly.

She seemed to know exactly how much compression he could stand.

“God,” he breathed, thrusting his pelvis up.

She sucked him above her hold—wetly, strongly, but not so fast that he went over. Fearing how much he wanted to urge her farther downward, he removed his hand from her hair. He gripped the covers in his fist instead, writhing and twisting with bliss at what she did.

When his gasps came closer together, she pulled her mouth from him. His cock felt immense, held straight up in her fist. Her thumb rubbed the underridge.

“So pretty,” she murmured.

Noting his enraptured gaze on her, she made a show of licking him—tongue flat, dragging the pressure from her enfolding fingers, up his raphe, and onto his pulsing head. There she pointed her tongue, tickling it over and over the welling slit.

Watching her, feeling her, was more than he could take.

“Cass,” he said. “Please.”

Her grip left his base. This was the one word she couldn’t say without flipping his switches. Grinning in recognition that their roles were reversed, she stretched up him with a catlike roll. The satiny skin of her belly rubbed up his throbbing length. He wanted more, but he couldn’t help enjoying that. His groan betrayed him, and Cass did the full body roll again, this time strafing him with her breasts as well.

“Like that?” she teased, obviously guessing he couldn’t speak.

The next time she undulated, he caught the back of her neck. One-handed, he held her prisoner for a long deep kiss.

Her body responded. Even with him cuffed and tied at her request, she loved him dominating her. Her shoulders quivered, and her weight went softer on top of him.

“Stay,” he ordered against her lips.

Testing to see if she would, he relaxed his hold on her neck. Her lashes lifted, her burning blue gaze locking onto his. He slid his right hand down her spine to the dip just above her buttocks and over those tempting mounds. He squeezed the taut rounded flesh, traced its curves with his fingers, then gripped it hard again.

Cass wriggled and breathed harder.
Who’s easy now?
he thought.

Smiling, he lifted his hand from her, paused . . . and brought it back for a stinging smack.

“Rick!” she exclaimed. She rubbed her bottom but didn’t seem angry.

“Now we’re even,” he said, grinning.

Cass’s eyebrows went up. “You think so, do you?”

Rick had a feeling he was in trouble now.

~

Cass had briefly forgotten what she intended to do to him. The spank reminded her. She backed out of reach, sitting on her haunches facing him. She was pleased to discover his ankles remained secure.

If he hadn’t broken free, he still accepted her command.

“Let’s see if you’re ticklish,” she suggested.

“I’m not,” he said.

She took one foot in each hand anyway. “Sure?” She worked her thumbs into his arches. Pleasure flickered across his face, and his hips shifted restlessly.

“Pretty sure,” he answered a bit thickly.

Cass smiled and shot a small burst of faerie dust directly up his soles. She felt very daring doing this on purpose, but she guessed he truly did trust her. He groaned, his torso twisting as his cock jerked. His stomach muscles gleamed with increased sweat.

“Cass.” He’d screwed his eyes shut for the jolt of erotic sensations. When his eyelids opened, his hot green gaze was blurred. “Come up here and fuck me.”

The growled instruction was difficult to resist, given how much she loved being controlled by him in bed.

“Soon,” she promised.

Her fingers raked up his impressive legs. If he wanted to force the issue, he could. Since he didn’t, he must like her tormenting him. She caressed his kneecaps, shooting a few sparklers into the nerves there. His feet kicked as she triggered his reflexes.

The fire in his eyes burned brighter. “Cass,” he said warningly.

Her explorations reached his thighs.

“You have good legs.” She dragged her nails over and around the thick muscles, ruffling his brown hair. “I’d be remiss if I neglected them.”

“
Remiss
,” he repeated, shaking his head at her.

“Playing simple wolf again?”

She cupped his balls gently enough that he sighed with pleasure.

“Don’t dust me there,” he said as he squirmed for her caresses. “That spot is too tender.”

She leaned forward to drag her lips over his breastbone.

She knew the moment he realized he could hold her. His right hand released its clutch on the bed covers. His gaze probed hers as he placed it on her waist. He rubbed her there, a sweet reassurance that trumped any game they might play.

“I love you,” she said.

“I’ll never stop loving you,” he swore.

Emotion gleamed in his eyes, but he didn’t look away. Neither did she. His soul was naked to her—good and brave and calling the same from her.

She swung her legs over his, her knees now planted outside his hips. His cock extended up his stomach, pounding with excitement. She tipped it toward her, stroking, tugging, drawing out the suspense the few seconds more she could bear.

His fingers dug into her waist, his cuffed hand curling around the iron bar next to it. She didn’t ask if he was ready. She knew he was.

She pressed his glans to her gate and sank.

His breath rushed out, her pussy’s wetness and heat making the inward glide silky. He lifted his hips to complete it and let out a throaty growl.

The sound was as satisfying as the stretch of him inside her.

“Shall I fuck you now?” she whispered.

His eyes flared hotly. “Maybe I’ll fuck you.”

He did it before she could argue, with just one hand and the amazing strength of his bound body. Cass gasped for air as his hips shoved up to and dropped from her. His control of his movements wasn’t lessened in any way. He targeted her pleasure spots just as brilliantly as before—with his cock, with his fingers, with his mouth on her breasts and throat when she bent close enough. She rode him, but he was the one in charge.

Utterly unable to mind, she came moaning into his corded neck. Each flutter of her inner muscles around his thickness was sumptuous. As the delectable spasm eased, she realized he hadn’t come with her.

His cock was diamond hard in her.

“Fuck,” he breathed like this was killing him. He yanked his right leg, and she heard a snap—one of the neckties ripping. This allowed him to roll them onto their sides. Their groins were still locked together. He wasn’t going to let them part. With that goal clear, his free hand clamped her bottom, his free leg urging hers higher. His burning green eyes searched hers.

She thought she knew what they were asking. As good and caring a man as he was, his wild side needed satisfaction too.

“Yes,” she said. “Give me everything you’ve got.”

He kissed her, filled his lungs, and let his inner wolf gallop free.

The result was fast and hard and totally breathtaking. Every thrust was powerful, every grunt an aphrodisiac for her ears. He let himself enjoy her, let himself speed into her and pump without worrying she’d be overwhelmed.

She was overwhelmed of course, but only with excitement.

“Again,” he urged. “Come with me this time.”

She clutched his back, fingers slipping in the sweat that mantled his big shoulders. The rhythmic pounding of his hips was so wonderful she had to help it along. His lengthened teeth nipped her shoulder as her pelvis swung to his more strongly.

“Cass,” he groaned. “God.”

Her sensations rose toward another peak, muscles tightening all over her body. She wanted to smash them together into one being and one climax. The gland at the base of his cock jumped a size bigger, throbbing so violently she could only imagine how hard a time he had holding back climax. His claws slid out to dent her bottom, which she couldn’t help but find thrilling. Her spine arched, her neck stretching with longing . . .

Rick’s chest rumbled a wordless plea. She knew he wanted to come. He drove into her so deeply she seemed to feel it in her throat.
God, yes
, she tried to say. Maybe he heard somehow. Their orgasms broke together, long hot bolts of pleasure seizing their neural pathways until they blazed like the sun. Cass dusted him as her sheath contracted. She didn’t have the control not to. Feeling it, Rick groaned louder, shooting so copiously his seed spilled out. She heard the creaking moan of metal put under stress.

She thought nothing for a long time.

Eventually her mind recovered, as did her pleasurably sore body. Her cheek lay on his chest, where his heart still raced and his breath still sawed in and out. Curious as to what had made the noise she heard, she looked up. She bit her lip to stifle a snicker.

“What?” he mumbled.

“You pulled your bed out of shape.”

“Mm?”

“When you were coming. You bent one of the iron bars.”

He craned his head to see and swore.

“I like it,” she said, smiling against his skin. “You should leave it that way—as my personal badge of honor.”

“
Your
personal badge . . .”

“Aren’t I the fabulous lover who inspired it?”

He gave in and chuckled. “Tony is going to tease me if he sees that.”