Chapter Twenty-Two
Haven
Exhaling slowly, quietly, I back off Hunter’s lap.
The leather feels good against my skin, and the moment he buckled it around my wrists, I was soaked.
I'm unbalanced as I get to my feet, adjusting my weight. The men I’ve been with have never brought up the suggestion of being tied up, and I didn’t trust them enough to ask.
Of course, I’ve wondered how it would feel.
I’m a little shocked by the emotions it causes.
Hunter would never hurt me, and I feel safe.
Somehow, it causes me to feel closer to him.
“Turn around,” he says gruffly. When I face the desk, he stands, his skin brushes my back as he leans around me to clean the space in front of me.
“Bend over.” He grips my waist as I move forward, guiding me down.
“Put your arms in front of you. Don’t tense up.
” I shiver as the cold surface makes contact with my skin.
I prop my chin against the wood, and I cringe.
“Turn your head and press your cheek to the desk.” Once I do, I relax and realize I’m overthinking.
“Gorgeous.” He drags his hand down my back, and I sink further down. “Good, Princess. Relax.”
He continues to glide his hands over my back and down my legs. I close my eyes, enjoying his big hands on me. He travels down my legs, and I tremble as his fingertips skate over my skin. My breath catches when he caresses the inside of my legs.
“Hunter,” I groan.
“Wider,” he says, tapping my leg. I lift my feet slightly and move. “Yes.” I feel him move and know he's crouching behind me. “Still good?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Ready for more?”
“Please.”
His fingers curl into my shorts and underwear. I gasp as he yanks them down. He grasps my foot, and lifts, removing the fabric. I lift the other, and then I'm naked from the waist down.
“So soft,” he hums, tracing circles up and down my legs. His mouth opens on the back of my knee, and I jump. “Settle.” His hand presses on the small of my back. “The more you move, the longer it will take until I’m inside you. Do you want to wait longer?”
“No,” I moan.
“Then do as I say,” he says roughly.
He licks the inside of my thighs, and it takes every bit of my restraint to remain still.
My mate knows how to take me to the edge.
I’m ready to plead for more. He traces the crease of my thigh, and I clench my jaw.
I forget about everything but the man behind me, and the way he makes me feel.
I’m bound, immobilized by his demand, yet I feel cherished.
Wanted. I know he will give me what I need; I just need to let him guide me.
“Daddy,” I whisper.
“You're doing so well,” he says gruffly, teasing me with his fingers. “You're wet for me.” He swirls his thumb against my clit.
“Yes.”
“Your pussy is begging for me,” he rumbles as he teases me with the tip of his finger. “But I want you to.” I open my eyes, and he stands up, leaning over me, his pants brushing my ass.
“Daddy?”
“I want you to beg me to fuck you,” he whispers roughly in my ear. I feel his hand move between us, unbuttoning his pants. “I need that sweet mouth…” He taps my bottom lip. “To beg.” He scrapes his teeth across my shoulder before standing straight.
“Shit,” I grit out. He slides his finger inside me, and then adds another. “Daddy.”
“More,” he demands. “I want more, and then I’ll give you more.” He moves faster, and I tingle everywhere.
“Daddy, please,” I moan. “Please, fuck me.”
“I like that,” he hums, removing his fingers.
“Daddy,” I whimper, and he pushes my shirt up my back.
“Good,” he growls and thrusts.
“Fuck,” I pant, adjusting to his size. He holds still for a moment, and then steadily gains speed.
“Perfect,” he says. “You look good around my cock, Princess.” His hands spread over my hips, and I know without looking that he's staring at where we're joined. “Do you like how Daddy feels?”
“I do,” I breathe.
“Do you want to belong to me?” he asks, leaning against me.
“Yes,” I rasp, loving the feeling of his warm skin against mine. He stretches his arm over my head, dropping to cover me completely, and holds the leather at my wrists. He’s impossibly deep and moves faster.
“When you come, call out my name,” he demands.
“Daddy?” The pull begins low in my stomach.
“No.”
“Hunter?”
“Yes,” he hisses.
“I will,” I groan. He grinds, and my clit hits the desk. I cry out, overwhelmed with sensation. His scent, his power, and his command draw me closer.
“Reach for it, Haven,” he growls, moving impossibly faster. “I want to fill you up, mate.” He bites my ear, and I welcome his possession.
“Hunter, Hunter,” I chant, falling over the edge. It goes on and on as he comes. His strokes become shorter, grinding.
“Mate,” he rumbles, his mouth parted against my shoulder blade.
I ride the wave, slowly coming down, and my body goes limp.
He stops moving, holding deep, as we both bask in being joined.
He presses his forehead against the back of my head, his breath harsh.
It’s hard to believe it can be this way.
I have felt it with Lawson and Bane, and have had glimpses of it with Remy.
I keep expecting it to be normal. What is normal?
What I had before doesn’t even compare to what they do to me.
It has to be magic. The connection I feel is soul-deep.
This is where I’m supposed to be: with my mates. I close my eyes and smile. Everything is right. I was made to belong to Hunter, to his brothers, and they are supposed to be mine.
“Hold still, Princess.” He eases back and pulls out.
I lay still as I hear him zip his pants.
“Stand up slowly.” He holds my hips, supporting me as I stand, and then wraps his arms around my waist. “Lean on me.” I give him my weight, and he takes off the belt.
“Do they hurt?” I look at my wrists, and they are slightly red, but I feel no pain.
“No,” I sigh.
He rubs the skin gently.
“I’ll put some salve on your skin,” he whispers.
There is a little tingling in my arms as he lets them go.
“Let me take care of you.” He pushes my hips, turns me slightly, and picks me up.
“I got you.” I stare at his jaw as he carries me, an arm behind my back, and one under my knees.
I shake off the shock from how easily he did that, and enjoy being carried.
I snuggle in, laying my head against his chest, and slide my arm over his shoulder.
He adjusts me, holding me higher, and I thread my fingers through his hair.
I don’t say anything. He takes me up the stairs and down the hallway.
I thought he would take me to his room, but I’m surprised when he walks into mine.
“Hunter?” He moves toward the bed and Lawson.
“He would worry if you aren’t here when he wakes,” he says softly.
“What about you?”
“I’ll be on the other side of you.” He stops on the side of the bed. “Do you have to use the bathroom?”
“Yeah,” I say, and he walks to the bathroom. “I draw the line at peeing in front of you.” He grins and slowly puts me down.
“Are you steady?” he asks, backing away. I nod and wait. “Call if you need me.”
The door closes, and I rush to the toilet. I have to brace myself as the sudden movement makes me a bit dizzy. I won't tell him. I know we agreed on honesty, but he doesn’t need to know he was right. Shaking my head, I pee and realize my shorts and underwear are in the office.
I wash my hands and stare at my flushed face.
“Haven,” Hunter calls before the door opens, and he slides his arm through the opening. A pair of underwear hangs from his finger.
“Thanks.” I take them quickly, and the door shuts. I swear the man can read my thoughts.
Cleaning up quickly, I leave the room and freeze. Hunter is lying on the bed dressed in black sweatpants, his arm behind his head. The bed is large enough that there is plenty of room in between my mates for me.
“Climb in,” Hunter says softly. I stop at the bottom of the bed and crawl to the center. His low rumble makes me tingle even though I am completely satisfied. I settle on my back, and he rolls toward me and sits up. “Hold out your wrists.” He unscrews the cap on a little can. “It will help.”
“It doesn’t hurt,” I say softly, watching his face as he applies it. I didn’t lie, and I forgot about the marks. He concentrates on his task, rubbing the salve on my skin, and my heart falls deeper in love with him. “I liked it.” His gaze snaps up, meeting my eyes. “I would do it again.”
“That’s good to hear,” he grins. “I liked binding you.”
“Do your brothers like it too?” I mumble.
“You would have to ask them.” He finishes, puts the can on the bedside table, and I drop my arms. “I wouldn’t expect it with Lawson.” He faces me, propping his head on his hand. “You’ve witnessed his nightmares. He doesn’t like being confined, and I don’t think he could do that to you.”
“I wouldn’t want him to do anything that makes him uncomfortable,” I say quickly.
“I know.” He grabs my hand, his thumb brushing over my skin. “He might surprise me,” he says softly, looking at Lawson. “I’m happy you could calm him down that night.”
“Is that another reason you wanted to sleep with us?” I ask, and he looks at me.
“Perhaps.” He lifts his shoulder. “I didn’t want our time to end, and I wanted to care for you. Even though you were able to break through his nightmare that night, there is no guarantee the next time.”
“But you left me to sleep with him earlier.” I’m not nervous or upset, I just want to understand.
“All of us were here. We can get here fast and can hear him if he becomes restless. We know the signs. It would gut him if he hurt you by accident,” he whispers.
“Does he know how much you love him?” I ask, and he frowns.