Chapter 18 Square Roots and Knots #2
That was something I couldn’t answer. “I have no idea. I’ve never had big career goals.”
“That sounds like you need to take off your shirt,” Thorne said, propping himself on his elbows so he could watch me. Smiling, I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it off, revealing the soft, pink bra I’d picked for the day.
A moment of silence passed as he admired my bare stomach, running his fingers over the rolls on my belly. “You’re beautiful.”
“I think it’s my turn to ask a question,” I muttered, my cheeks flushing.
“Sorry,” he murmured, moving to sit.
“Why is Hunter so obsessed with getting Cole back? Don’t tell me it’s a prestige thing. I could tell it was more than that.”
Thorne’s brow furrowed, considering. I bit my lip, hoping he would open up and be honest with me. From the reluctant look on his face, he couldn’t. But my disappointment was assuaged as he reached up and tugged his shirt over his head, revealing that expanse of tan muscle.
“My turn,” he said, his voice carefully even. “What did you really think of me after our date?”
Swallowing, I mulled over my answer. I wanted to be honest, but the answer was a tangled mess of emotions. Instead, I slid my joggers down my hips until I sat cross legged in just my underwear and bra.
Thorne stared, his tongue darting out. “Ask me another one,” he said.
“Alright, how many people have you been with?” Crossing my arms over my chest, I waited for him to take off his pants. But Thorne met my gaze calmly.
“Only you.”
“What?”
“I hadn’t met anyone I was interested in yet. Picking a mate is a life-long commitment, and there wasn’t anyone I wanted and trusted like that.”
“Oh,” I said, my mouth hanging open like an idiot.
Thorne leaned forward, the muscles of his abdomen rippling with the movement. His thumb swiped over my bottom lip before he gently nudged my mouth closed.
“Don’t look so shocked.”
“Honestly, I’m floored. And I feel kinda bad. I’ve had a few boyfriends I slept with, and you didn’t…”
Thorne shook his head adamantly. “Absolutely not. None of that matters. You belong to me now, and I know none of them compare.”
A ridiculous giggle escaped my lips. “I can’t argue with that. Werewolf dick is a whole new experience. You’ve ruined me for humans.”
“Good,” he growled, dipping his head to brush a kiss over my lips. “Now be a good girl and ask me another question.”
My breathing shortened into shallow pants as I tried to think of a question—any question.
“Can you tell me the square root of five hundred seventy-two?”
Thorne’s mouth curved to a smirk as he slid his pants off, revealing that cock. I had yet to get a really good look at it, but now I stared, my mouth going dry, endlessly thankful he didn’t wear boxers today.
“You’re still wearing too much clothing,” he growled.
My reply was breathless. “I think we can skip the questions and just take them off. But first, I’ve got something I need to do.”
Rolling off the bed, I left Thorne naked on the bed and dashed into the hallway, grateful Cole was still in the living room or kitchen, because what I needed was in his room.
The nylon cord Thorne had tied me up with was still laying across the bedside table where he’d abandoned it days ago. Grinning viciously, I snatched it up and hurried back to the bedroom.
Heat flared in Thorne’s eyes when he saw my prize.
Holding it up, I asked, “May I? It’s only fair.”
“You can do anything to me, and I’ll thank you,” Thorne rasped.
“Careful. Those words will get you pegged,” I joked, moving to take his wrist.
Thorne laughed. “Wasn’t on my bucket list, but if you want to…”
Grasping his wrist in my hand, I paused. “Seriously? I was just joking.”
“I meant what I said,” Thorne said, his ocean eyes boring into my soul.
My stomach did a swoop that left me breathless. Swallowing, I looped the nylon cord around his wrist, and then around the other one before tying it off and giving it a rough tug to make sure it was secure.
“Is this okay?”
Thorne nodded. Carefully, I threaded the cord around the bed frame and tied another knot, checking to make sure it wasn’t going anywhere.
His throat worked as I stepped back and surveyed my work. Thorne was stretched out on the bed, wrists tied above his head. His cock rested against his stomach, already leaking precum.
Now that I had him at my mercy, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do. The one thing I knew? I wanted some revenge.
Climbing on the bed, I crawled toward him, enjoying the way he flexed his muscles and pulled at the restraints. Wetting my lips, I ducked my head and licked up his length. He twitched against my tongue.
Settling on my knees between his legs, I grasped his cock at the base, squeezing his knot with both hands. He let out a choked groan. Smiling, I swiped over the head again, finally taking him in my mouth.
His moan echoed in the room as I sucked.
“Fuck, Vixen,” he growled.
Spurred on, I hollowed my cheeks and sucked as I pulled back before taking him deeper. His grunts and groans filled the room as I worked him, making myself wetter and wetter.
His hips jerked, and I pulled back. “Are you close?”
Nodding, he whimpered. “Please let me knot you. Ride me, and let me make you come.”
“Don’t worry,” I said, smiling slyly before lowering my head and wrapping my lips around his cock again. When he was gently thrusting into my mouth, I pulled back, popping my mouth off of his cock.
Thorne was wrecked, his mouth open as he panted. “Please, baby. Untie me and let me fuck you properly.”
“I told you I’ve got it handled,” I said. “Now lay still like a good boy.”
His entire body tensed as he moaned at my words. Pleasure gushed through our mate bond, and I bit my lip to suppress my grin.
Finally pulling off my soaked panties, I tossed them into the bathroom before settling over his thighs. His cock was hot against my folds as I ground down on him, placing a hand flat on his stomach so I could roll my hips.
As much as I wanted him inside of me and to feel that delicious stretch of his knot, I was still focused on my goal.
Pleasure spiraled through me as I rubbed my clit over his cock, loving the way the top of his knot pressed against my entrance. After tasting him and listening to his desperate moans, I was already on the edge of an orgasm.
Thorne watched, flexing his own hips in shallow thrusts as I used him. His precum and my own spit slicked his cock, giving me a delicious slide.
“You feel so good,” I hummed.
His answering groan was accompanied with a jerk of his restraints, desperate to get his hands on me. I’d better hurry, or he would break the bed frame.
Leaning forward, I shortened my movements in the perfect way until my body tensed and an orgasm rolled through me. Gasping, I dug my nails into his stomach.
“You’re so beautiful when you come. I want to see it again. Baby, let me go, let me fuck you, please,” Thorne begged.
With shaky legs, I climbed off of him. “That’s okay. I think I’m good.”
Ignoring his desperate whimper, I walked to the bathroom and cleaned myself up, pulling on a fresh pair of panties before retrieving my pants and shirt and tugging them on.
Fully dressed, I faced Thorne. “This is your punishment for tying me up on our first date.” Carefully, I loosened the knot at his wrists. Before he could react, I walked out of the room, leaving him alone, naked and rock-hard.