“Torger. Stop!” Isy ran a hand over his chest, her touch only calmed him a fraction as his fears ran rampant. He wanted to scream out for help. His brain wouldn’t shut off as more nightmares inundated him, with images even. He was panicked and cornered and unsure of how he’d get out of it. Isy could turn out to be the killer. Even more absurd notions bombarded him, yet he didn’t utter a single word. None of the formed sentences or phrases could get past the lump that had increased in size in his throat.
“Torger, you’ll hurt yourself. Stop!” Isy’s voice came from a distance. It was garbled and low. All he heard was his name. Isy pressed her lips to his. The world stopped and tipped on its axis as all thoughts came to a screeching halt. His arms relaxed and his legs stopped moving. His heartbeat slowed. He couldn’t breathe but didn’t care. Their lips moved together in a slow dance. When he opened his mouth, her tongue slipped in to twine and glide against his, teasing and taunting him. She pulled back and gave him another peck before running a hand over his face and then into his hair. “Better?”
Torger nodded. “Better,” he croaked out. Heat filled his cheeks at how he’d acted. A sense of embarrassment took hold.
“Good. You sit tight while I placate the gossip hounds at the door.” She slid off of him before he could respond. All he knew was that his brother and Jagger had probably heard what was going on and came to check but didn’t want to intervene in case it was a good thing happening.
He could only groan and hope she would hurry back to him.
* * * *
Isy climbed off the bed feeling a bit shaky. She’d never seen anyone so scared about being tied down before. But then again Torger was used to giving orders and being in charge. It was understandable that letting go of control would be extremely hard for him. There had been moments when he’d struggled to get out of his bindings that she thought he would go and hurt himself in the process. Sweat dotted her brow as her heart returned to a normal beat. Her dragon had been going ape shit. The sight of Torger so terrified had led to its own anxiety for the health of her mate. Isy had barely been able to keep her head clear with all the emotions swirling through the air. As she moved away from him, she decided to give him a bit of time to himself, just to relax into being cuffed to the bed. She’d only redo his ankles if he wanted her to. Isy hadn’t blindfolded him yet. He’d been too scared for her to do that. As she opened the door, Urban and Jagger stumbled into the room.
“Jesus! I’m blind! Oh my god! I’m blind!” Urban shouted and stumbled away, banging into walls as he went.
“Alcohol! I need alcohol. I’ve seen Torger’s dick.” Jagger groaned. “I’m not gonna be able to forget that. Where the fuck is the good stuff?” He moved toward the kitchen as well.
Isy shook her head. “If you hadn’t been leaning on the door like a bunch of morons you wouldn’t have seen jack shit. Now go investigate and leave us in peace. We don’t want to be disturbed unless it’s an emergency. And your blindness and stupidity is not the end of the world.”
She slammed the door shut and began to laugh. Torger’s deep chuckle joined in, filling her with relief that she hadn’t traumatized him. Isy returned to the bed and settled down between his splayed legs. She took him in. Even in the darkness of the room she could see he was a well formed man who, despite an atrocious diet remained in tiptop shape. She hadn’t been lying when she’d told him he was gorgeous. Seeing him live, in person, and naked was a hell of a lot better than all her fantasies and imaginings combined. Despite the late winter going on outside, he had a tan. His abdominals were well defined with tight ridges and shallow indents. Torger had thick, athletic thighs, a testament to how much he ran in wolf form. His chest was dusted with light brown hair. The mounds weren’t too large and his nipples were tight rose red peaks that tempted her to take another taste of them. He had a thick corded neck, square jaw covered in brown stubble. Shoulder length blond hair formed a halo around his head. Sharp cheekbones, a crooked nose and navy blue eyes completed the look.
It was the face she’d seen a thousand times in her mind and interviewed. Looking at him never got old. “You really are beautiful, you know that?” She reached out and ran her hands along his sides, reveling in the ripple of muscles and sinew under hot, smooth skin.
“Can a man be beautiful?” he asked, humor still in his voice.
She smiled. “He can if I say he is. Do you feel better?”
Seconds ticked by as she waited for his answer, hoping he had calmed down.
“Yeah. I’m better. I’m just used to being in charge, you know?” He gave her a small, sheepish smile.
“I understand, which is why I’m taking control for you. Torger, you think too much, especially when you’ve got a case going on. You need to let go. Trust me, please.” Isy waited for him to say he did. Her heart sped up just a bit.
“I trust you. I just needed to relax. I feel pretty stupid. Especially since Itchy and Scratchy won’t let me hear the end of it now. But I’m okay, I promise. You can tie down my legs if you like.” This time his grin was wider.
Relief came over her. “Okay, but if you feel any panic or fear, let me know.”
“I will. Now get on with it, woman,” he growled.
She smacked his thigh. “Don’t call me woman.” Isy turned around and reattached the cuffs around his ankles before grabbing the blindfold. She trailed the stringed ends up his leg, tickling his inner thigh with light passes. Isy bent down and placed light kisses along the soft flesh. She could smell his musky masculine scent, with a hint of arousal as she moved up his leg. Moving over his distended cock and hardened balls, she trailed ends of the scarf along his side, across his stomach and up the other side with slow wipes, making sure to give him only a hint of the sensation before moving on. With those touches she kissed him, sucking on the skin lightly before lapping away any pain. Isy took her time. She wanted Torger to concentrate on only the sensation, make him dependent on what only she could give him. It was important to her that his mind let go of all stress and his body relax. When she got to his nipple, she circled the strings around the tightened tip before sucking the bud into her mouth. Salty, with a hint of mint rolled over her taste buds as she tongued, flicked and circled his nipple. He rewarded her efforts with groans and moans of encouragement as his body squirmed underneath hers.
She transferred her attention to the other turgid bud. Torger yanked against his bindings. That didn’t worry her in the least. Isy could feel his lust weaving through the air. The spice of the emotions rolled over her tongue, adding to the taste of his skin. She moaned as she nipped and sucked the skin along his neck. His pulse leaped under her tongue. The steady rhythm entranced her. To feel his life made them seem closer. Their hearts seemed to be beating at the same time. She sucked harder, wanting to mark him as hers. All mine, she thought with each tug until he grunted and she pulled back. A small ring of dark red marred his bronzed skin. Satisfaction purred through her at the sight. Isy continued on her path until her lips met his. She slid her tongue into his mouth, teasing and tempting his tongue, tickling the roof of his mouth before she moved her face back and placed light kisses all over his face.
“Isy, please, need to feel you against me.” He grunted as he moved under her. She felt the burn of his flesh through her clothes. Her own skin felt tight. Her pussy lips were thick and her clit throbbed with the need for stimulation. Each movement she made caused her nipples to brush against her bra sending a shower of sparks straight to her sex. She moaned and slid over to the side of him. Rather than address her clothed state, she explored his right arm. Isy kissed and nipped the flesh over his bicep, circling her hands around the muscle. She could feel the contraction and hardness underneath the skin.
“So strong,” she murmured as she trailed nips and kisses up his arm. “You take on so much pressure. I’m going to take care of you.”
Isy climbed over to his other side to show the other arm the same attention before she got off the bed and stood up.
She chuckled. “You don’t give the orders here; I do.”
Isy got back on the bed and grabbed the blindfold. “And right now, you’re going to have to close your eyes and let me have total control over you.”
“Didn’t I let you tie me down?” He did as she asked and shut his eyes, but a smile remained on his lips.
“Good, wolfie.” Isy made quick work of tying the kerchief over his eyes before she got off the bed once more and went back to the trunk. She rummaged around for candles. It was too dark in the room, despite being able to see him clearly. Golden light would make him look even more seductive than he did now. Plus, she liked setting the atmosphere.
She found what she was looking for and began placing them around the room. “Where do you keep the matches?”
“What the hell do you need matches for? Isy, I’m not into fire play.” Torger began to struggle again, much to her annoyance.
“Stop. Calm down. I’ve found your candles and I want to light them. Now, matches, where are they?” she demanded. Isy went over the nightstand, flicked on the light and looked in the drawer. “You need another nightstand. Where am I supposed to put my stuff?” Isy stilled after she realized what she’d said.
“How much shit do you have? Geez, already taking over. Why not just put your clothes in my closet too? The matches are in the armoire, middle drawer.” He settled back down, much to her relief.
She went over to the armoire, grabbed the lighter and lit the wicks. Now that the room was aglow, she focused on Torger. He was temptation in manacles. Unable to fight it anymore, she had to feel him skin to skin. Without preamble, Isy stripped off her clothes and climbed back onto the mattress. For a moment, she sat on her heels between his splayed legs and looked her fill at him.
His cock lay against this stomach, flushed and thick, just waiting for her kisses, licks and sucks. She nearly groaned aloud as the pulsing in her clit increased. “Goddess, so perfect.” Isy licked her lips, got up onto her hands and knees, and crawled forward. Laying down on her stomach, she reached out and trailed a fingertip over the thin line that bisected his testicles into two sacs. He rewarded her with a shiver, and his legs shook around her.
Isy moved forward and licked along that strip, tasting the salt of his skin. He gave her another groan and shifted. She reached up and took hold of the base of his cock and began to work his shaft in slow pumps as she sucked one of his sacs into her mouth. Rolling the egg around, she teased and sucked it with strong pulls.
“Isy,” he grunted. “Please.”
His heels dug into the mattress as his legs shook. She transferred her attentions to the other sac as her hand worked over his cock, increasing the speed, pausing to swipe her thumb over the crest and smear his pre-cum over the thick rod. Up and down, she worked him again as she teased his testicles and even went down to his anus, giving him light, gentle flicks.
He didn’t protest to her ministrations in the least.
“Goddess, please, suck me,” he groaned.
“Not yet,” she murmured as she kissed her way along his inner thigh, tracing the tip of her tongue over the skin that separated his torso from his leg. Barely any hair there. She sat up again and looked at his groin. His cock rose up from a neat thatch of medium brown hair curls. Temptation, pure and simple.
“I can’t believe I’m here and doing this,” she said in a hushed tone, edged in desire.
“And I can’t believe that you’re moving so slow. Suck. Me,” Torger growled.
She chuckled at his impatience and gave him a smooth, slow stroke, ran a finger along his slit and lapped up the moisture. Saltiness rolled over her taste buds and she moaned. “Yum.”
“Yeah, yeah, yum. Suck. Me,” he groaned. His head thrashed on the pillow, and the bed shook under her.
“You’ve tasted yourself?” She couldn’t resist teasing him, and she really did want an answer.
In the dim golden light, she could see a crimson flush on his cheeks and along his chest. “Once. I was curious,” he insisted.
She laughed. “So cute. I did that once, tasted myself,” she confessed. Isy watched his reaction and grinned when he let out a louder groan.
“Damn it, get your pussy over here and let me taste you. You can suck me at the same time.”
The idea wasn’t a bad one, and they’d both get pleasure from him. Did she dare? “No, at least not yet,” she said. “I like where I am right now.”
Isy gave him another stroke before moving forward and lapping at his slit. More of that saltiness filled her mouth as his musk increased. His hips surged forward, and she shook her head. “I’m in control. Let me give you pleasure.” Isy waited for his response.
“Fine,” he grumbled and stilled.
She took the bulbous head of his cock into her mouth, letting her tongue trace over every dip, along the underside of the rim and again at the small opening to lap up more of his desire. Isy gazed up his body. Tension and need flitted across his face as she sucked and teased the crest. She took more of his shaft into her mouth, sliding her lips down the stalk. He was heat and velvet in her mouth, stretching her lips almost to the point of discomfort. She worked her hand up and down from the base to where her lips were to give him extra stimulation.
Her eyelashes fluttered before they fell down, and her world was seen through a slit. Isy focused her entire attention on giving him pleasure and matching his movements with her own. He pumped his hips in short pushes, pulling back as she bobbed her head up. They moved in opposition with each other as her hand continued to stroke him. Isy gently scraped her teeth along the underside of his cock. From what she knew, most werewolves liked pain with their pleasure. Torger, thankfully, was no different. He growled, and his hips shoved upward, sinking more of his dick into her mouth until the head hit the back of her throat.
She didn’t mind in the least and swallowed him down, allowing the flex of her throat to add to the pressure. Up, down, lick around his cockhead and back down. Tension shook through his body. His muscles bunched and flexed as he struggled with his bonds. His heels dug into the mattress as he groaned and moaned out his pleasure. She could feel him getting closer, the very air heated, filling with his desire as sweat beaded on her brow and misted over her back.
Her own need increased. The more pleasure she gave him the higher her arousal increased. Being in charge didn’t matter so much as being able to take care of his needs. All her being was focused on giving him the best blow job he’d ever had.
Chapter Ten
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Torger thrashed his head as he fought not to pull on his bindings. The chains rattled with each movement. The swirl of Isy’s tongue over the crown of his dick and the glide of her lips over his skin sent ribbons of heat outward, wrapping his body up in fire and need. Electric shocks buzzed around his balls, at the base of his back, and up and down his spine.
Everything in him fought not to try and take control, rip the cuffs, grab Isy and roll her onto her back and drive into her until he was balls deep inside of her. Allowing her control seemed to be a mistake, yet he couldn’t bring himself to do anything about it. Delicious sensations filtered through his body, lighting up every nerve ending and fiber of his being. She scraped her teeth along the delicate skin of his shaft, setting off more sparks. Tension grew to envelop him; he was so close to climax. His balls ached for release, and his heart threatened to burst out of his ribcage. Breathing became a difficult thing. He wasn’t sure how to do it. Grunts, groans and moans filled the air as his wolf howled within the closer they got to coming.
“Isy,” he panted. “Please.” Torger was now begging, and he didn’t care one bit how it would look.
She released his cock with a pop.
“Please,” he said again, his voice a deep, rough gro
wl he didn’t recognize.
“Please what?” she asked as she dipped her head to delicately trace her tongue around his cock, flicking the V at the base of his crest.
Torger’s toes curled as another blast of heat and pressure filled his body. He gritted his teeth, trying to remember what it was that he was doing. His thoughts had shattered completely. She repeated the action and he swore.
“Please, what, Torger?” She blew on his sensitive flesh. Fingers of desire scratched at the walls of his stomach as his muscles clenched. Sweat drenched his face, chest and arms.
He licked his lips as he tried to figure out what she was asking and what he was supposed to say. “Please,” he tried again. “Come.”
“You want to come?” she asked as she flicked her tongue over his slit.
He nodded. “Yes,” he rasped out.
“Okay.” With that single word she lowered her head again and took him back into her mouth, swallowing him down in one gulp. Her throat clenched around him as her hands gently massaged his balls. He let go the wave within and gave himself up to the tension until it exploded, taking him down until he was consumed in fire. Electricity buzzed around his balls, up and down his spine and around his head as he came, his body shaking. Isy’s mouth continued to work his cock until she swallowed every drop of his seed.
Silence filled his head as he floated on a cloud of bliss. He felt the bed shake but couldn’t give a hoot about what was going on. She pulled off the blindfold. Torger hissed as he felt the press of Isy’s overheated body against his. He looked up and saw her breasts were perfectly placed over his face. If he could, he would have lifted his head to suck one thick nub into his mouth, but he didn’t have the energy. All he could do was stare. His arms were lowered from their overhead position, and Isy massaged his shoulders and each arm in turn right down to his hands. There wasn’t even the sensation of a thousand ants crawling over his skin or the painful prickle of holding his arms in a position for too long.
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