The Viper's Nest (Kit Davenport #4)(33)

Guess his hand is getting a solid workout tonight.

I’d sent her to my room for two reasons. One, to maintain the balance of power. She was in my domain, and I was in charge. But two, for the slatted headboard of my bed.

Taking my time, I poured a small glass of scotch and sipped it while I looked out at the full moon shining over the still lake. Kit needed to sweat for a bit, let the anticipation drive her nuts, and in the meantime I needed to shore up my defenses against my mental beast.

Sex with Kit always tested me, and this was no time to slip.

Downing the last sip of my whiskey, I placed the crystal glass into the sink and made my way slowly through to my bedroom. Anticipation was riding me so hard I could practically taste it, so when I paused in the open doorway to my bedroom and found my Kitten exactly as I’d told her to be, my breath caught.

My teeth grabbed hold of the inside of my lip, biting down hard to regain composure before speaking. She didn’t move a muscle while she waited, even though she knew I was there watching her.

“Good girl,” I finally praised her, stepping farther into the room, kicking the door shut behind me, and pausing beside the bed to look down at her. As directed, she was on her back with her legs spread wide, offering me an unobstructed view of her cunt. Her hands rested on her naked belly, and she looked up at me with eyes alight with excitement.

Dirty bird really is my perfect match. I haven’t even tied her down, and she’s already so turned on she could probably come without me even touching her. Maybe something to try another day.

Giving her a look that told her quite clearly not to move, I opened my bedside drawer and pulled out the handful of black silk scarves I’d stashed there for this very reason.

“Give my your wrist,” I commanded, and she complied. As I tied her wrist to the slatted headboard using a basic column tie, she shivered. Her nipples tightened to sharp points, and the skin of her breasts puckered with light gooseflesh. It wasn’t cold in my room at all, so it could only have been from excitement—or fear. But Kit’s gaze was heavy with desire, and I knew there wasn’t a single drop of fear in her when she was with any of us... even Austin.

Not speaking, I moved around the bed and repeated the tie on her other wrist, then leaned over her and kissed her lightly on the lips before tying another scarf over her eyes.

“But—” she began to protest as I obliterated her view, but I clicked my tongue at her in warning.

“Hush, Kitten,” I murmured. “Just relax.” A sigh gusted from her perfect lips, and I allowed myself a grin now that she couldn’t see me. “And don’t speak unless I ask you a question. Understood?”

Her lips tightened, and I saw her fight back her natural reaction to tell me to go screw myself. Instead, she uttered two perfect words. “Yes, sir.”

My dick got even harder, if that was even possible, and I took a moment to control my breathing once more. Stepping back around to the foot of the bed, I admired the view before me. I’d not bothered tying her ankles because I was about damn ready to explode if I didn’t have her soon.

There was plenty of time to build her into this sort of game anyway. After all, once she did change me, we would have eternity together.

My fingers worked the buttons of my shirt loose, one at a time, then I folded the garment and laid it over a chair. Next was my belt, and I watched as Kit’s pussy clenched at the sound of my buckle.

Shit. Hurry the hell up, you bleeding fool. You’re about to blow it in your trousers like a gawky thirteen-year-old.

Hastened by my sage thoughts, I finished stripping and placed my knees on the foot of the bed, watching Kit’s breath catch as she felt my weight on the mattress.

Sweet gods, this woman is perfect.

I dipped my head low to kiss up the inside of her thigh, inhaling the sweet scent of her arousal as I went. My breath feathered across her waiting pussy before I moved further up the bed to rub my hard length against her scorching groin.

She gasped in the most delicious way as my tip pressed against her wet heat, and I palmed one of her perfect tits. Half of this game I was playing tonight was about the anticipation, but even I could admit when I was in over my head.

And I was. Way over my head.





13





KIT





River’s warm hand cupped my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers while his rock hard shaft sat poised at my opening, teasing me but not proceeding any further. He was fucking killing me, and the bastard knew it too.

If it were any of the other guys, I’d be bucking my hips and thrashing, demanding they give me more.

But this was River. Alpha. Sir.

Any attempts to control this situation would not pan out well for me, and I was well and truly turned on enough to let him do whatever he wanted, so long as he did it soon.

I bit my lip—hard—just to try and keep my pleas silent. He’d told me not to speak, and I wasn’t in the mood for any more drawn-out foreplay. I’d had enough of that in the hot tub and just now while I’d waited for him. Just lying there on his bed, naked and exposed, had gotten me so aroused I was an aching ball of need when he finally joined me.

Now, after having him tie my wrists and blindfold me, I thought I might go insane from wanting him. It took everything in me not to press him faster, but I was so well rewarded for my composure.