Chapter 32
DON'T TEMPT ME
NIA
Luke pulls me against him, refusing to let me leave the recess he's created under his front. His muscular arms wrap around me and I grab his wrists, holding him as I rest, entirely comfortable in his hold.
“Did you sleep well, sweetheart?”
He doesn't give one single fuck about how well I slept. The man is insatiable and he didn't care if I was exhausted after yesterday. Luke definitely didn't care that my tiredness left me unable to walk and was more than willing to do almost all the work while he fucked me.
I roll over and he lets me move, grinning as I stretch against him. His lips roam over my face, planting featherlight kisses that are so soft they tickle and leave me wanting more.
Lyall stretches out and then decides she’s had more than enough excitement already, leaving me to enjoy whatever games Luke and I want to play. I can’t feel Lawson either, and I assume Luke’s wolf is still sleeping, presumably resting after all the excitement of yesterday.
“I asked if you slept okay, Nia.”
I give in and giggle. “We both know that wasn't what you were asking, Luke.”
A deep and raspy grunt rolls off his chest as he draws back. His bright blue eyes contrast with his bronze skin but both catch the light as the sun creeps into the bedroom.
“Are you sore?”
His hand dives between my thighs and I grab his wrist, earning a harsher growl from Luke.
He glares at me with an intensity that steals my breath and I pull his hand away, hoping he'll understand that I'm not saying no. I’m saying I want to be brave and try something new, but my nerves get the better of me and I sigh instead of speaking.
“I hear you, sweetheart. But I'm going to lose my fucking mind if you don't start talking to me.”
Luke means through our bond and I nod. I push his arm back and his eyes darken, and he only relaxes when my finger starts to trace the lines of his markings.
They're different from mine. Bolder. Harsher.
More striking. The inks that adorn his body paint a picture that screams you'd better not fuck with the man who wears these symbols.
“Did you want to?”
“Obviously, pretty girl. I’m never going to stop breeding you.”
I drag my nail over his chest, tracing the outline of a marking as it follows the contour of his muscles.
“I meant something else.” I bite my lip and wonder how long it’s going to take him to catch up with me. “Something new?”
Luke’s eyes burn brighter than gas that lights a stove and his breathing hitches as his excitement spreads into me. His hand moves to grab mine and I stare, comparing the size of my wrist against his as I wait for him to save me from myself.
“You want pain?” he asks, his voice laced with a darkness that sets me on fire. “You’ll need to trust me, Nia.”
I nod and my cheeks burn as Luke watches my every move and I can’t bring myself to meet his gaze. Moments ago, I felt brave enough to take this step for him, but now I’m floundering and wondering if I’ve bitten off more than I can chew.
“Stop overthinking this, sweetheart.” He turns my chin until I’m left with no choice but to meet his gaze. “You know you want this, Nia, and I know you like it when I hurt you.”
His lips meet mine and steal a fiery kiss as he forces his tongue into my mouth.
Luke rolls me back as his kiss deepens and he demands I meet his frenzy with a desire of my own, refusing to let me be until I’m as worked up and breathless as him.
My back arches as his hands move over me and I moan into his mouth as he grinds against me, sinking his weight as he wedges himself between my legs.
“Ready?”
I shake my head.
“Too bad,” Luke smirks, leaving nothing to the imagination. “Don’t defy me, Nia. I’ll turn your ass scarlet if you do.”
He pulls back and I stare up as he holds still, putting every goddamn muscle on display.
Luke’s body is perfect and its lines and curves highlight his powerful and ferocious frame.
His muscles drip off him and he’s spent a lifetime honing his perfect body, and the man I used to loathe is making damn sure I take it all in and know that he won’t be holding back.
“Luke,” I mumble, sitting up as he heads toward his closet. “You will be…”
“I will be as much as you can take.” He turns and his face lights with lust. “You’re going to give me everything, Nia. Until I’m sure you know who owns you.”
I follow the shadows as they move across the room. “Just don’t hurt me.”
His laugh is dark and dangerous, and Luke emerges from the closet with a length of rope and a smirk that means I’m in trouble. He stalks toward me and if it were anyone else, I’d be doing everything I could to get away from the violent predator closing in on me.
But this is Luke.
And we’re not the same as we used to be.
I’ve changed a shitload. He’s changed a lot less. But we’ve changed into something right and I know he won’t harm me even if he hurts me.
“Such a slut.”
Luke dangles the rope as he walks over and I focus on him, trying not to move a goddamn inch. My breathing quickens to match my heart rate and the blood runs straight through my clit, making it pulse with every goddamn beat.
“You just have that in your closet?”
“I have a lot of interesting things in my closet, sweetheart.”
Fuck. Me.
My pussy clenches and my clit burns too hot to handle. I squirm as the pressure between my legs is more than I can bear. The tension in my core is uncomfortable as well, and I stare at Luke, turning green with jealousy as a feral possessiveness takes hold.
“Easy, kitten,” he says, smirking. “The other women didn’t mean a goddamn thing and I won’t be fucking anyone else again. The toys are yours and yours alone, Nia—now turn the fuck around so I can have some fun with my perfect little fuck toy.”
I cool a little, glaring at the rope as he prowls toward me, every inch the predator closing in on his prey.
“What if it’s too much?”
“You don’t need a safe word, Nia. I know you and I’ll be reading you the entire time. Now turn around before I have to punish you for being a disobedient little slut.”
I swallow.
“I will not ask again, Nia. Turn. Around.”
My eyes take one last look at the rope and I slowly, tentatively turn, resting my head against the headboard as an electric excitement ripples over my skin. Luke’s staring, transfixed, and I don’t need to turn around to know that his eyes are full of lust and he’s already moistening his lips.
“Such a pretty whore.”
It sounds like a threat.
The kind that has me on the edge of a dangerous kind of thrill that makes me want more. The heat in my chest makes my lungs burn and my fingers trace the carved wood of the headboard, searching for purchase even though I know there’s none to be found.
“On your knees, Nia.” Luke’s weight makes the mattress move and I shuffle around awkwardly, uncertain that I’m doing any of this right. “All my perfect little fuck toy needs to do is stop thinking and start doing. Move your hands apart, sweetheart, and don’t make me ask twice.”
I stretch my hands up and out as Luke growls, irritated I’m not responding fast enough.
He’s as on edge as I am and his arousal spreads into me, making me rise until it’s practically impossible to contain.
My legs tremble and the ache in my pussy is almost as embarrassing as the mess I’m making, soaking the bedsheet with my wet.
Luke groans as he moves closer and his cock nudges against my ass.
I move and he grabs my wrists, moving them further apart and pressing them onto the headboard.
His breath licks against me and my core shudders, trembling with every slight sensation.
My senses are heightened and Luke damn well knows it, playing me with a skill that leaves me breathless.
His hands slide down my arms and I whimper against him, my reaction perfect if his deep and primal groan is any indication. His tip bounces against me as his cock twitches and I sense we're both on edge, both clinging to control.
“Let go, Nia,” Luke breathes in my ear. “Trust me to keep you safe. Give yourself to me.”
Fuck, my pussy trembles and I practically come.
Luke doesn't miss it, his cock jerking harder and his hands grab one wrist as I ease, dropping my weight a little as I relax. He ties the rope, slowly. Meticulously. He's careful and I watch as he makes sure the knots are tight and comfortable, secure but not too restrictive. Not yet.
The rope is softer than I'd expected and Luke smiles, kissing me deeply and yanking my head back to claim my mouth. I rise, matching his dominance with my submission and we're both breathless when we part, both panting through swollen lips.
He's quicker with the second wrist, but just as careful.
My arms stretch out and he pulls my wrists down, testing the strength of the binding.
More than that, he's showing me what he's done, letting me experience the feeling of restraint and realize I can't slip free.
I tug myself and Luke lets me explore, his hands providing constant reassurance as I play with the rope, working out how hard I can pull and exactly how much freedom I have.
It isn't much.
I'm on my knees and can rise and sink a bit. I can shift slightly to the left or right, lean back, or tip my head. The tie might be simple but it's effective and my arms are held outstretched, parallel to the mattress.
“Such a slut,” he teases, his fingers moving up my arms. “Are you ready to have some fun?”
I doubt it matters if I think I am or not. Luke knows when I'm ready and he's invariably right. He'll be paying as close attention to my thoughts as my body and I shut my eyes, exhaling as I accept everything that's happening.
“Good girl,” he praises and my insides flip. Luke's mouth bites my shoulder and I throw my head back, caught in pleasure and pain and everything in between. His nails scrape down my spine, following the lines of my marking and I scream, overcome by sensations I can't control.