Chapter 5
Chapter Five
It felt like an incredibly long time that I lay there, muscles so tense they’d started to ache, second-guessing every single decision that had led me here throughout my entire life.
But magic-users tended to have a good sense of time; it was simply a side effect of being tuned into the forces of the universe that most people couldn’t consciously access. And when I heard the faint, soft click of my front door, it had only been about ten seconds since my deadline.
He’d been poised to enter my house at the exact moment I’d set, then. Eager. Maybe even desperate.
My cock had already been stiff as a flagpole, but the emptiness inside me hit me suddenly, a clenching wave that had me curling inward and whimpering around the scarf gag.
That, of course, was the moment his footsteps stopped at my bedroom doorway.
“Fuck me,” he said softly, and those two syllables hit me as if they’d been pure magic themselves, lighting me up and sparking down every nerve.
“Mmmph,” I moaned through the gag, hoping he’d correctly interpret it as “No, fuck me instead, you idiot.”
I’d had a plan, hadn’t I? Something more, and more proactive, than trying frantically to spread my legs even wider than the restraints had them pulled already.
Or straining to see through the scarf over my eyes, to catch a glimpse of the man whose weight had dipped the edge of my bed, who’d reached out to skim the back of his hand up my thigh, brushing my hipbone, teasing into the slight dip at my waist.
But that plan seemed distant and unimportant.
Why would I want to stop this? Stop him from leaning down, breath hot as he set his lips over one nipple, plucking it between them and flicking his tongue?
I arched up, whining, and he held me down by the hips, keeping me quivering in place as he kissed his way down my stomach, nipping at the little ridge of muscle above my hip and then lifting his head.
I’d have begged if I’d been able to.
It wasn’t necessary. Rob slid his mouth down over my straining cock with the ease of someone who’d been giving blow jobs for years.
I’d been here alone, and Rob had been out there somewhere in the world, pleasuring other men like this and then fucking them blind, and I hated him for it, and hated all of them, and somehow he rubbed the flat of his tongue over some of the soft skin of my balls while he had my cock deep in his mouth, massaging my shaft, and growling, the vibrations arrowing down into my core.
I came down his throat within seconds, thrashing against the leather straps around my wrists and ankles, their soft grip pulling aftershocks out of me that I hadn’t known I could experience.
Cool air hit my wet cock as he pulled off, and I shivered.
“I’ll keep you warm, don’t worry,” he said, voice roughened from his exertions. Even an alpha couldn’t swallow a cock like that without a little soreness, though it’d fade within a minute or two.
A low growl of my own rose out of my throat, muffled into more of an unsexy gargle by the gag.
But I heard Rob suck in a breath, and his hold on my hips tightened convulsively, the tips of his sprouting claws digging in.
He’d draw blood like that, and my brain buzzed, my body thrilling with it.
My own claws itched at my fingertips. I flexed my hands, wishing I could rake them down his back, mark him up as mine the way he could mark me as much as he liked.
This time he didn’t talk about it, except for saying, “Lube, Finian,” in a tone of irresistible command.
Not that I wanted to resist. The sound of a zipper rang out in the quiet.
The second his fingers found me slick and wanting, he lined up, slid his hands under my ass to hold me at the right angle, and thrust into me, all at once, too thick and too hard, trusting my werewolf body to let me take him in a way no human could have without being torn apart.
With my sight removed, I had to imagine him: teeth bared in a snarl and fangs starting to drop, blue eyes overlaid with a sheen of golden alpha glow, gazing down at me as he drove inside me.
Even knowing that most of my face visible under the gag and blindfold would be marred by that blotchy mess of a birthmark couldn’t bother me, not when he was using the clear evidence of how much he wanted to rearrange my insides and make me scream.
Every motion lit me up, drawing me tighter and tighter, my muscles shaking, until his thrusts went quick and jerky and his knot grew, tying us together.
He came first, his cock twitching deep inside me.
I’d come so thoroughly when he sucked me off that it took me longer, but he worked his knot into me, rolling his hips, and reached down to grasp my cock and balls in his big hand and squeeze.
I saw stars behind the blindfold as I came a second time.
Rob slumped down over me, propping himself on his elbows on either side of me and resting his forehead against mine. He could’ve kissed me if I hadn’t been gagged.
How much would I give for a kiss? To taste his lips after all these years.
I’d traced their outline with my eyes so many times as an adolescent, during that year or two before he left but after I’d begun to understand why I had that fluttery feeling in the pit of my stomach every time he smiled or bumped my shoulder with his or took off his shirt to go for a run.
Werewolves of all ages and genders shrugged at casual nudity; our clothes didn’t shift with us, after all.
But seeing Rob naked was always different.
If he’d stayed, maybe he would’ve started to see me that way after I grew up a little bit and the few years of difference in our ages didn’t matter anymore.
Instead, he’d left me for twenty years, and now I had him on top of me, his cock and knot lodged inside me. Tied together inextricably, at least for the next few minutes. Ironic might or might not be the right word. I’d have to ask Alanis.
Tied together, like I was to the bed…
For a second, I almost lost my nerve. Right now I had Rob draped over me all warm and secure. There was really nothing on Earth for feeling safe like having your very own—temporarily, anyway—alpha wrapped around you, it turned out, and I’d be ruining it if I carried out my plan.
Something twinged under my ribs at the thought of losing even this little taste of happiness, such as it was.
“Don’t think so much,” Rob whispered. “I can feel your gears grinding.”
Yeah. Okay. Nerve restored. Condescending fucker.
Feel these gears grinding, Rob, and suck on it.
Setting up a trigger for the intricate spellwork I’d added to the leather restraints had actually been quite simple in theory, because they already had a nonverbal command built into them.
For safety, you had to be able to get out of them without being able to speak.
A specific pattern of tugging would open them—although given how unlikely it’d be for someone who’d started panicking while bound to remember that, and the possibility that someone would be bound against their will, ahem, Rob—they really responded more to intent…
as I’d thoroughly verified for myself the last time.
Laying in a sufficiently elaborate set of multi-step instructions to accomplish my goal once I pulled that figurative trigger had been a lot harder, though.
Now, I thought at them, pushing magic through my skin and into the leather, letting my power seep into the whorls and channels of the spell that I’d spread all the way along and through the straps.
Obviously Rob hadn’t noticed me doing it, or he wouldn’t be here.
To a non-magic-using eye, it’d look like I was simply polishing them. Do it now.
For a moment nothing happened, Rob and the straps and I all poised in breathless silence.
And then the magic I’d imbued in them burst forth in a flurry of motion, the straps slithering off of me quickly enough to burn my skin and then whipping through the air.
Rob shouted and cursed, pushing himself up, but with his knot stuck in me, he didn’t get very far.
With the last bit of coordination I had left after getting my brains fucked out, I wrapped my arms and legs around him, clinging on for dear life as the restraints fastened themselves to Rob’s body in the reverse arrangement they’d been on mine (working out where each end had to go had taken me longer than I’d have liked to admit) and flipped us both up in the air and down again, the world’s most awkward giant pancake.
We crashed onto the bed in a chorus of Rob’s furious, futile attempts to order the restraints to let go, my yelp as his knot tugged way too hard on my tender anatomy, and a splintering snap as at least one of the boards under my mattress broke.
I took advantage of Rob thrashing around trying to get out of the restraints to pull my arms out from under him, sit up on his hips, and tug the gag out of my mouth.
That first taste of unfiltered air was heavenly, even though I could hardly breathe for how big his knot felt pushed into me at this angle.
Rob finally stopped moving, having obviously figured out that I’d disabled the straps’ usual commands, including the tugging failsafe.
“Don’t,” he said hoarsely as I tossed the gag aside and reached up to the blindfold. “Finian, please don’t. I could break the bed frame and get free, but not without hurting you. So I’m asking you. Don’t. Please.”
His tone sent shivers down my spine and made goosebumps pop up all over my arms and legs. My breath came in short bursts.
Fucking gods, he could, couldn’t he? I should’ve thought of that. Reinforcing the bed with magic would’ve been smart… but too late now, it was already broken.
So were a lot of other things. My trust, for one. My faith in love. It sounded corny and melodramatic, even silently admitted in the privacy of my head, but I hadn’t been the same since Rob left.
Fuck him. So he’d begged me. So he could’ve gotten out of my trap if he’d been willing to leave me bleeding on the wreckage of my bed. That didn’t mean I owed him anything. Fuck him twice.
I reached up and pulled off the blindfold.