RONANThe silk was a cool, firm pressure against my wrists. I tested the bonds, not to escape but to feel their strength. Wren knew her knots. They held fast, securing my arms to the ornate headboard of our bed. The stress of the last week (a border dispute with the Silver Creek pack, a failed harvest along with endless weight of leadership) had settled deep in my shoulders, a knot I couldn't untangle. Then Wren had proposed this. Her request. Her game.I lay on my back, naked watching her. She stood at the foot of the bed, a vision in soft black lace and sheer stockings that ended in delicate garters. But it was the ears perched in her hair and the fluffy tail swaying gently behind her that completed the look. My kitten. She wanted to play but tonight, she held the power. I was here for it. I needed to let go, to let her take control.She crawled onto the bed, her movements fluid, predatory. The mattress dipped with her weight. She didn't touch me yet. She just looked, her eyes dar
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