Semua Bab Slave to the Wolf King: Bab 91 - Bab 100

~ CASIMIR ~ “Promise me you won’t hurt me, Cazz.” “Kitten, I’m going to give you nothing but pleasure so that the next time we’re together, you’ll remember. And you’ll ask for more.” Her heart raced even faster, but there was a simmering heat in her too. “Okay then. Okay. Show me.” To answer, I took the curtain rope and wound it twice around the bedpost, then yanked it tight, before folding the long end in half and reaching for her arm. Jesse’s eyes widened, but she gave me her hand, extending it so I could loop the fabric around her wrist in quick efficient tugs that ended with her wrist knotted expertly in the curtain-rope, positioning her hand higher than her head, but still able to move the limb up and down so it wouldn’t grow too tired. Then I turned her to face the foot of the bed and reached for the curtain on the other side. When I looped that around the opposite post, Jesse watched me nervously. So I slipped up behind her, warming her back with my body as I extended her

~ CASIMIR ~ I had to hold her thighs tightly, sliding and teasing rapidly with my tongue until her breath rushed out of her and her knees tightened against my jaw. “Stop! Stop!” she hissed, jerking and bucking. I chuckled and pulled back far enough to speak. “That’s only two. We’re still—” “Cazz, please… please…” she panted. “I want to touch you.” “Soon, Kitten,” I rasped, fighting my own battle then. The scent of her was rich and heavy in the room and my body was urgent. Demanding her. I’d wanted women before, but there was something about her—each time she gave up her own will, each moment she trusted me… the power that coursed through me grew. And the need for her increased right along with it. She was trembling, shaking in my arms, her skin flushed and rosy. Her hands gripping the restraints. With whispered reassurances that she was safe, I lifted her enough that she could unhook from my shoulders and lower her legs, then helped her stand again on knees as unsteady as a newb

~ JESSE ~“Cazz… please,” I hissed through my teeth minutes later, my head sinking back as I fought to speed him up, but he resisted.He chuckled mercilessly—and breathlessly—holding my hips tightly and keeping the steady pace, lifting and guiding me, thwarting all my attempts to force him to move faster, digging my heels into his back, pulling him with my legs. But he was too strong.He was fighting for control, though. I could see it. Feel it in him. His hold on the bond had slipped and I was feeling him clearly—I could measure the rising tide of his pleasure—which only increased mine—his determination to hold himself back, and his battle with the call of something primal in him that wanted to give me exactly what I wanted.But so far, he was winning that fight.Both our bodies were slick with sweat, and the only sound in the room that was louder than my ragged breath was his. As we moved together I could feel the glittering promise of another orgasm blinking on the horizon, but I’d

~ CASIMIR ~ Images flooded my mind from Ghere—his memories of the grainy, human footage from CCTV in a human city street as a team of Reapers swept a woman up and into one of the vans, while a group of human men looked on from across the road— —then much clearer, colorful video that appeared to be from a phone but taken from a distance so it was shaky and blurred, zooming in on one of the clusters of young men out in the forest… And one of them looked very similar to one of those men on the street in the other video. It was hard to tell because the clothing was different. But the set of his shoulders, and that backwards baseball cap… Were they the same man? Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

 ~ JESSE ~ I swallowed hard and blinked out of the vivid memory. It stunned me a little when Cazz hesitated—scared me that he might get aggressive like he had when I’d accidentally called the pack at the Den. And yet… he hadn’t turned it on me. Hadn’t blamed me. He had asked me a question like an adult, and then… persuaded me. And honestly, I had been nervous, but his assurances had given me hope that maybe this wouldn’t be a bad experience. And now… now that I saw what he was doing, I would follow him over that particular cliff any day of the week. There’d been something very unexpectedly intimate about being so helpless. And I could feel