Chapter Twenty-Three
Rylee
Ipush his shirt over my shoulders and let gravity do the rest. Perhaps I want to prove to myself that I can fully trust someone.
Yet, the thought of Ezra cuffing me to the bed gives me chills in the best way.
I want to give him everything. My soul, my body, and my submission.
He’s changed how I think of myself, and he hasn't forced it or asked me to change. It’s natural with him, and my fox is urging me to give him control.
“What is your word?” he asks.
“Captive,” I reply.
“You know the rules. Any hesitation, say it,” he orders, brushing my hair back behind my shoulders. “I will not be mad. Your safety is a priority. Once you are in the cuffs, if you have a second of doubt, tell me, and I will take them off. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Ezra.” I wait, standing in my underwear and bra.
“Thank you, baby,” he says softly, running his knuckles down my cheek. “I promise never to abuse your trust or do anything that scares you.” He stares at me, and I hold his gaze. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” I gasp as he lifts me into his arms. “Your wound.”
“It’s healed.” He carries me to the bed and gently places me in the middle of the mattress. “Arms up.”
I reach above my head, and he leans over me.
My heart beats faster as he puts on one cuff, not because of the memories, but in anticipation of what's to come. He pauses, looking at me, and I grin. His lips twitch as he buckles the other cuff. I curl my toes as the chain rattles. He’s attaching me to the headboard.
“Mate,” I rasp, and he glances down.
“Are you alright?” He frowns, pausing.
“Yes.” My eyes water, and I realize this is a moment I didn’t think I would ever experience. “You are mine, and I am yours.”
“Yeah, baby.”
“Continue.”
He finishes securing me and stands straight. “Beautiful.” He skates his fingertips over my shoulder and down my arm. “So soft.” He presses his hand to the bed, lifts his leg, and crawls over me. “I want to mark it again.”
“Ezra,” I groan, and he licks my side.
He moves one leg between mine, pressing against my inner thigh, and I widen my legs. He nips my skin as he leans over me. I shiver.
“My good girl,” he whispers, looking up at me. “Are you ready for more?”
“Yes.”
He smirks and glides his teeth across my stomach. Sucking in, I lift my back from the bed. He’s teasing me, and I love it. His laughter tickles my skin. I groan as he slides his fingers under the edge of my underwear, and I lift my hips.
“Do you want something, Foxy?” He caresses me, back and forth, back and forth.
“You know I do,” I moan.
“I can smell how much you want me,” he rumbles, biting the fabric. “Makes me want to eat you.” He uses his teeth to drag the lace down my legs. “Do you want that?”
“Please.” I lift my legs to help him remove the fabric.
“I want to taste you.” He cups my knees, pushing my legs further apart as his palms travel up.
Stopping at the crook of my thigh, he tilts his head and touches the tip of his tongue to the corner of his mouth.
“This is mine.” He drags his thumb over me and then presses my clit. “Say it,” he demands.
“It's yours,” I say.
He settles on his heels and dips his head.
Words escape me as he replaces his thumb with his mouth.
I wrap my fingers around the chain. His hot breath on the sensitive skin adds to the level of pleasure.
I’ve never had a man go down on me. The fascination has never been enough to convince me to ask.
I’m glad I didn’t. Ezra is the only man who gets all of me.
I know any other experience would have been disappointing.
He wraps his arm under my hips and holds me to his mouth.
I turn my head, pressing my lips to my arm as he slides his finger inside me.
My body wants fast, but my mate knows how to prolong my pleasure.
The heat rises more as he slowly glides in and out.
He licks my clit, slowly, over and over again.
Being restrained takes away the pressure of having to think about my next move.
I am at his mercy, even though I could say my word, why would I want to?
He tightens his arm, urging me closer, and takes me higher.
The mating heat that I have tried to ignore explodes.
There is no holding back, trying to suppress it, and I don’t have to.
Ezra will take care of all my needs. A pull begins in my stomach, and my body tingles.
He eases back as if he knows I’m on the edge.
“So good,” he growls, licking his lips. He kneels, removing all contact, and pushes his shorts down. Throwing them to the floor, he smirks and crawls up my body, rubbing his wet mouth along my skin. “Are you close?” he asks, hovering above my breasts.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Let’s get you closer,” he says, lifting his hand. He traces the fabric covering me, dipping his finger underneath, and pulls. Dipping his head, he licks my breast. “Gorgeous.” With a twist of his fingers, he unclasps my bra and pushes it away. He slides his cock over me as he sucks my nipple.
The slow pull of his mouth adds to the overwhelming sensation of being claimed.
He takes me as he does everything else, with care, determination, and love.
I press my head into the pillow, gasping.
There is magic floating in the air. The universe knows what a momentous occasion this is.
Our bond is not about sex, but a joining of our bodies, hearts, and minds.
“Ezra,” I moan as he switches to my other breast.
“Not yet, baby,” he hums, biting gently. “I want you soaked.”
“I am,” I whine, pulling my cuffs.
“More,” he demands, pressing our hips together, yet not entering me.
“How much more?” I don’t know how I can take more. I’m on fire.
“Hold on for me,” he rasps, dragging his mouth up my neck. “How bad do you want it?”
“Bad enough to beg,” I groan.
“Hmm…” He sucks the skin under my jaw. “I would love to hear begging from your lips.” Coasting his mouth over my chin, he pauses, his lips barely brushing mine. “Let me hear.”
“Ezra, please.” I lick my lips, my tongue touching his mouth. “I need you inside me. Now,” I pant, and he grins.
“That's all?” He bites my lip.
“I want to mark you. Bind you to me forever,” I continue, and his eyes narrow.
“Say it again,” he demands.
“Mark you. I love you, and need to bite you…fuck,” I cry as he thrusts. “Yes.”
“Yeah, baby.” He straightens his arms, balancing on his knees, and moves slowly and steadily. “Fuck, yeah. You feel so good. Take your mate.”
“Yes, Ezra.”
“Feel how we were made for each other,” he growls, and I match his rhythm. He kisses me, deep and consuming.
I forget about the cuffs, the past, and everything except my mate and this moment.
The storm of desire rises inside me. He has built it slowly, and I’m teetering on the edge.
He gradually gains speed and eases back from our kiss.
Pressing his cheek to mine, he curls his back, keeping our connection.
“Mate, I’m coming,” I whimper as I fall.
“Foxy,” he rumbles, lifting his head.
“Neck,” I gasp. “Mark.”
“Do you want to complete the bond?” he grits out, his gaze locked with mine.
“Yes.”
“We belong to each other.”
“We do.” My lips part as I ride the wave of pleasure he gave me, and my teeth descend.
“Give me your mark.” He tilts his head, holding his neck close to my mouth.
There is no hesitation. My teeth slide into his skin, and I suck.
The air is thick and heavy. A celebration of our mating, sparking electricity in the air.
Ezra growls low, and I feel him coming inside me.
My orgasm continues, the taste of his blood setting me off again.
The bond snaps into place, and I can feel everything he is more clearly.
It was waiting for my decision to complete our bond.
“Mate,” I hiss, removing my teeth. Licking the blood from them, I swallow and retract them.
“Shit, baby.” All movement stops, and he stays deep inside me. “I feel everything.” He stares at me, his expression awed. “I knew what a stunning woman you are, yet, feeling the depth of your character is another level.” He kisses me gently. “You love me.”
“Yes,” I say softly.
He closes his eyes, exhaling roughly. “I will work every day to be worthy of your beauty.”
“You already are,” I say, and he looks at me.
“I need your arms around me,” he says gruffly. He slides slightly out of me as he reaches above my head.
I stare at his handsome face. I’m satisfied and bonded to this wonderful man. Everything that I have been through has led me to this place, my family, and my mate. He is devoted to me, and I to him. This is how love is supposed to be.
He rubs my wrists gently, lovingly.
“I’m good,” I whisper, and he looks at me.
“They don’t hurt?”
“Nothing hurts.” I smile slowly, and his expression eases.
He pulls out of me, and I hiss. Wrapping his arms around me, he rolls to his back and drapes me over his body. I tuck my arms against his sides, caressing him with my palms.
“Thank you, baby,” he says gruffly.
I prop my chin on his chest. “For what?”
“For trusting me. Loving me.” He brushes his fingers over my cheek. “I had no idea I could feel like this.”
“I know.” I lean into his touch. “Our foxes want to meet.”
“They will,” he whispers. “Running with you will strengthen our bond even more.” He drops his hand and bands both arms around me.
I press my cheek to his chest. “I don’t need to fight anymore.”
“What?”
“I used the sport as a way to push my demons away. I don’t need it anymore.” I lift my head, meeting his eyes. “I have you.”
“Don’t do that for me. I’ll support whatever you want.”
“I keep imagining you in the ring. I would hate it, seeing you bleed.”
“Baby—”