Bound in Sin (Bound #3)(10)

What was a little pain? Sometimes, it could even make the pleasure sweeter. He’d learned that lesson long ago, but he just told her, “You won’t.”

Her mouth went back to his throat. Kissed the skin. Sucked lightly along his flesh.

Damn. He held onto his control with every ounce of strength he had. But her body was wet, soft, and smooth. Her silken legs rubbed against his. Her breasts–tight with those pebbled nipples–pushed into his chest.

Then she licked at the blood on his throat.

His teeth ground together. His cock was so aroused that he felt like he’d erupt any minute.

Only in her.

She moaned low in her throat and licked him again. Again. She sucked his flesh once more, and he felt the score of her teeth on him.

Okay, this is it. She’ll slice into me, but it won’t last long and–

And her teeth sank into him.

Fuck, f*ck, f*ck!

This wasn’t about pain and degradation. This wasn’t about a vamp’s bite tearing and slicing prey.

It was about pleasure.

Because that was all he could feel then. A white-hot burst of pleasure that seemed to fill his veins and course through his body. So much pleasure that his control shattered in an instant. There was no holding back.

There was only…Paige.

He lifted her up against that tiled wall. Spread her legs.

Her mouth was still on him, lips, tongue, teeth…

His fingers slid over her core. Pushed inside her sex. So wet. So hot. She clamped down on him and held tight.

The water thundered down over him. Steam surrounded them.

In her.

He positioned his cock. Stroked over her clit. Loved her ragged moan.

The head of his cock pressed into her. Her sex stretched, straining around him. He wanted to see her, wanted to pull back–

But he couldn’t.

Drake drove into her as deep and as hard as he could. And it was just like he remembered. Tight. Hot. Heaven.

He pulled back. Thrust deep. Again and again. He lifted her up, positioning her so that she had to take all that he gave her. There was no hiding or holding back, not for either of them.

His fingers kept stroking over her clit. The way he knew she liked. The way that would make her–

Scream.

Paige lifted her mouth from his neck. Her eyes were wide, wild, and her lips were flushed red. The scream of pleasure slipped past those red lips even as he felt the contractions of her orgasm around his cock.

So good.

He kept thrusting. Faster. Harder. Rougher.

The wolf liked it rough.

So did the man.

She wrapped her legs around his hips. Wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

And she kissed him.

This time, the pleasure was his. A deep, wrenching pleasure that washed over him as he climaxed inside of her. The release blinded him and f*cking seemed to gut him as it went on and on, hollowing out his body.

When the climax ended, he didn’t release her.

Because he wasn’t letting her go, not ever again.





Chapter Five


Dawn didn’t bring light. The polar night had come to Alaska weeks before, and now they were lucky if even a faint twilight would brighten the day.

Just darkness. And more darkness to come.

It was the kind of darkness most vampires loved.

Paige knew that she had never been like most vampires. Hell, she wasn’t even a particularly good vampire.

After dressing, she carefully crept toward the bedroom door. When she’d opened her eyes, she’d been alone. The sheets beside her had been cold. Alone.

It wasn’t like she’d expected Drake to stay with her, just holding her in those quiet hours. Cuddle time wasn’t so big with vamps and werewolves, she got that.

But had the guy really needed to haul ass so quickly? Would it have killed him to just stay with her for a little while?

Her hand pressed against the wood of the closed door. She could still taste Drake on her tongue.

And feel him between her legs.

The sex had been as good as she remembered. Actually, way better than good. Drake had always been one fantastic lover and–

Someone was screaming.

The screams tore through the house, echoing, and her body tensed in instant response.

She’d screamed before, for Drake, but those screams had been about pleasure. This time, the cries filling the air were from pain.

Paige yanked open the door. The screams and yells and shouts to “Stop!” had her racing down the hallway.

Faster, faster she went. She bounded down the stairs, taking three at a time, and Paige realized could she smell blood.

Her fangs were already coming out.

“Stop, dammit, stop!” A man’s ragged plea.

She rushed down another flight of stairs, one that led to some kind of basement or–

A line of werewolves blocked her path. Paige stumbled to a halt just seconds before she would have barreled into those guys.

The screams continued, coming from a room directly behind that living wall of werewolves.

What the hell?

Her gaze darted over the men. She recognized the two werewolves who’d escorted her in…jeez, had that just been last night?

The smaller one–the guy who’d made the mistake of touching her before–shook his head. “He doesn’t want you going inside.”