Ruthless Creatures (Queens & Monsters, #1)(57)

He complies with my demand, swiftly unbuttoning his shirt. When he drops it to the floor and stands there bare chested, I take a moment to admire him before I remember what I’m supposed to be doing: looking for holes.

I quickly find what I’m looking for. On the outer part of his shoulder is an ugly red gash from which blood is still leaking.

“Sit,” I order, pushing him toward the bed.

He sits on the edge of the mattress, then grasps my hips and gazes up at me as I stand between his legs and inspect the wound, grimacing.

He murmurs, “My own personal nurse. You should take off your shirt, too.”

He slides a hand up my rib cage and squeezes my breast.

I’m wearing my typical sleepwear of boy shorts and a soft cotton T-shirt with nothing beneath. He thumbs over my nipple until it’s taut, then leans in and gently bites it right through the cotton.

It feels incredible, but we’ve got more pressing matters to deal with.

“I need to clean this, Kage. Quit distracting me.”

He nuzzles my breasts, inhaling the scent of my skin. He whispers, “I missed you. I haven’t been able to breathe since I left.”

A fizzy starburst of joy explodes inside my stomach, but I hold firm.

“Compliments will get you nowhere. I’m gonna get some antiseptic—”

He grabs me, tosses me onto the bed, and presses the long, hard length of his body against mine, settling his bulk between my spread thighs.

“Later,” he says, his voice husky with need. “Right now, I need to fuck you. Every night, I’ve been dreaming about the way you sound when you come. My dick has been aching for you for weeks. I’ve been aching for you. I think you’ve put a spell on me, little witch.”

He kisses me again, passionately, his hands dug into my hair.

I’m torn between wanting to clean that gash in his shoulder and wanting to feel him inside me. It’s a battle that lasts until he shoves up my shirt and starts sucking on my hard nipples, back and forth, one after the other.

I give up with a grateful sigh and slide my fingers into the thick mess of his hair, arching up against the hot, demanding pleasure of his mouth.

He’s right. I can clean him up later.

At the moment, he doesn’t seem to be in danger of bleeding to death.

Propping himself up onto his elbows, he slides my shirt over my head. Then he presses my arms to the mattress and slides the shirt up farther, until it reaches my wrists. He does some kind of Houdini magic trick to tie my wrists together with the shirt.

Now I’m bound, gazing up at him with wide eyes and a galloping heartbeat.

“My captive,” he whispers, his eyes hot. “Move your arms, and I’ll punish you.”

Shivering with desire, I lick my lips. “I revoked my permission for you to spank me, remember? I said you’d have to let me do that to you first.”

He smiles. “There are so many other ways for me to punish you, beautiful girl.”

My voice goes high. “Really? Like what?”

“Try me and find out.”

I swallow. Take several deep breaths. Attempt to not pass out.

Chuckling, Kage lowers his head to my breasts again. He lavishes them with attention until I’m squirming and panting beneath him, wanting that clever tongue of his somewhere else.

He works his way down my body, kissing my belly and hips, squeezing my flesh, fondling me with his big, rough hands. He nuzzles his face between my spread thighs, inhales deeply against the crotch of my boy shorts, then exhales with a soft groan.

My cheeks flame. I clench my hands to fists, trying desperately not to start panting.

He slides off my shorts, tosses them to the floor, then French kisses my pussy.

When I groan, delirious, he makes a humming noise that reverberates all the way through me.

“Tell me you missed me,” he whispers, licking me like an ice-cream cone.

“You know I did. Oh…oh…”

He slides a thick finger inside me. “How much?”

“So much. Oh god. Please don’t stop that. That’s amazing.”

“What, this?”

He pushes his finger in deeper, then sucks on my clit, swirling his tongue around and around until I’m moaning, helpless, telling him in a garbled rush how much I love it. How much I need it.

How much I need him.

“Do you want to come on my cock or my face first, love?”

Love.

I sob, rocking my hips. My heart expands inside my chest until there’s no room for anything else. Not even my lungs. I’m so full of emotion, I can hardly breathe.

When I don’t answer him, Kage crawls up my body and takes my face in his hands. He kisses me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth.

I taste myself on him. His heart pounds against my chest.

He says raggedly, “Are you my good girl? Are you mine?”

My eyes drift open. He hovers above me, beautiful and intense, his eyes fierce with craving.

A thrill goes through me. I feel like I’m flying and falling, both at once.

My voice comes out in the barest of whispers. “Yes. I’m yours. I’m all yours. Please fuck me.”

He reaches down between us, unbuckles his belt, and fumbles with his zipper. “Say it again.”

“Please fuck me.”

“No, not that.”