Ruthless Creatures (Queens & Monsters, #1)(71)

He takes my hand and moves it lower, so I’m cupping his balls. I gently squeeze them, earning me a soft moan. He threads a hand into my hair and grips the back of my head, flexing his hips in time to the strokes of my tongue.

When I glance up at him, his eyes are closed. His lips are wet and parted. Deep furrows cross his brow. Every muscle in his stomach is clenched.

He’s just as close as I am.

He whispers, “I love your mouth. Christ, that feels incredible.”

When I squeeze his thigh, he opens his eyes and gazes down at me. His pupils are dilated so wide, his irises are nearly obliterated.

He pulls my head back. His cock pops out of my mouth. He kisses me ravenously, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth, then pulls me up onto the bed with his hands under my armpits.

Pushing me flat onto my back, he kisses me again, palming my sex and squeezing.

“I love this cunt, too,” he says roughly against my mouth. He slides a finger deep inside me, making me arch and moan. “And these beautiful tits.”

He lowers his head to my breasts. He sucks on a nipple, swirling his tongue around and around before gently biting down.

I shudder in pleasure, sinking my hands into his hair and pushing my chest closer to his mouth.

Into my ear, he says gruffly, “I love every fucking perfect part of you, all of you, inside and out, and I’ll never let you go, no matter what happens. Do you understand me?”

His voice is ragged, edged with desperation.

I open my eyes and find him gazing down at me with searing intensity. His face is flushed. He’s more emotional than I’ve ever seen him, his heart blazing in his eyes.

When I nod, he kisses me again, deeply, making a sound of pleasure low in his throat.

Then he breaks away and stands at the edge of the bed, looking down.

“You’re not to move or make a sound.”

His voice has changed. It’s dropped lower, becoming harder and darker. His expression has changed, too. It’s closed off. Impenetrable.

He’s in full Alpha mode.

Trembling, my skin on fire and my heart beating like mad, I nod again.

He moves to my dresser and yanks open a drawer. Not finding what he’s looking for, he yanks open another. He reaches in and pushes panties and bras aside, then turns to me, holding a pair of my stockings.

“Lie on your back in the middle of the bed.”

I scramble from the edge of the mattress to the middle, then lie down. Kage walks back to the bed and stands there looking at me, his hungry gaze roving over my naked body.

“Put your arms over your head and spread your legs.”

If my heart keeps doing what it’s doing, I’ll either pass out or die. In the meantime, I lift my arms, rest them on the pillow over my head, and slide my legs farther apart.

Kage wraps one of my stockings around my wrists and ties the ends together. Then he lifts my arms and uses the other stocking to tie my wrists to the slatted headboard of the bed. He tests the strength of the knots, jerking them until he’s satisfied that they’ll hold.

“Is the pressure too tight?”

“No. It’s okay.”

“Good. Tell me if it gets uncomfortable.”

He leans down and kisses me. Then, very lightly, he slaps me between my spread legs.

I jerk in surprise and gasp against his mouth. Heatwaves of pleasure rush out from my pussy, rippling through my body.

“Color?”

Panting, I whisper, “Green.”

Gazing into my wide eyes, he fondles me, pinching and stroking my soaked folds until I’m breathlessly squirming against his hand. Then he lightly slaps me again, making me moan like a porn star.

It feels incredible. Hot, intense, and incredible. I want him to do it again, but don’t dare ask.

He knows anyway.

“You could come like this, couldn’t you?”

I nod vigorously.

His lids drop. A dangerous smile curves his full lips. “Good girl. But next time. This time, you’re not allowed to come until you’re stuffed full of my cock and I tell you to.”

He gives my throbbing pussy another tweak with his fingers, then rises and heads back to my dresser. As he opens drawers and looks inside them, I move restlessly on the bed, pulling against the ties.

The sensation of being restrained is both terrifying and intensely erotic. I trust that Kage won’t hurt me, but there’s still a primal element of fear at being tied up. Being helpless.

I know that’s part of what’s making it so exciting, too.

He’s going to do with me as he likes, pushing me past my comfort level until I put the brakes on. The thought of what he could do—what he might do, if I let him—is driving me insane with want.

I’m one big raw, exposed nerve, electric and vulnerable.

I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

Then Kage turns around and my heart stops dead in my chest when I see what’s in his hands: a black silk scarf.

I know exactly what he’s going to do with it.

He murmurs, “You should see your face. Color?”

“G-green.”

He walks toward me so slowly, the anticipation builds until I almost scream. Then he bends down and plants his hands on the mattress on either side of my head.

“I adore you. Ready?”

Swallowing hard, I nod.