Submitting to Her Mate: Drake (Cowboy Wolf Series Book 3)

by BJ Wane

  A shudder went through Roz as she closed the one inch separating the tip of her breasts from pressing against those thick, taut muscles, the pulsating fire between her legs obliterating all hesitancy and other feelings. She was desperate to take what she could get from him, regardless of what attitude change he might undergo afterward. One day at a time. That was her new motto.

  “I remember, and I’m fine with whatever you… Holy crap, what’s that?” she gasped, catching sight of an intriguing webbed contraption hanging in the corner.

  “A fucking swing,” he replied without looking then jerked a thumb over his shoulder toward the opposite corner. “That’s a spanking bench. Ready to back out now?”

  Ripples of excitement stirred Roz’s imagination as she recalled her conversations with Master Jace, and the website pictures of his club. Drake’s dominant personality had come through loud and clear from their first meeting, but she had refrained from adding to her obsession by speculating on whether he exerted that dominance during sex.

  Picturing herself bound on either apparatus, Drake standing before her eyeing her nakedness with that feral gleam he had exhibited a few times, sent her body into a heated meltdown. Leaning forward, she grinned with titillating expectation, brushing her nipples against his chest.

  “On the contrary. I’ve spent the last year fantasizing about such things and the men who enjoy using them. You’re not going to scare me off, Drake.”

  Reaching up, he removed his hat and sent it flying onto a small sofa along the wall, the only furniture in the secluded room other than a wide desk and the bondage equipment. His lips tightened with resignation, but lust flared in his vibrant eyes, a sign that sent her pulse skyrocketing.

  Bracing both hands against the door on either side of her head, he leaned down, halting with his mouth hovering above hers. “In that case…” he muttered before taking her lips in a hard, possessive kiss.

  Trembling from head to toe, Roz latched on to his rigid biceps for anchorage against the onslaught and opened for the thrust of his commanding tongue. Their mouths clung, her lips moving under his as she greeted each tongue stroke with quivers of longing, her moan slipping into his mouth on an echo as she basked in his take-control aggression. She tried holding him close, but her puny grip was no match for his strength when he pulled away to issue one more warning.

  “I like it fast and hard, on my terms.”

  Roz nodded, doing nothing to hide her eager acceptance of his announcement. “That works for me.”

  Instead of leading her toward the bench or swing, he surprised her by reaching down and loosening her jeans, his gaze never shifting from her face. Her breath snagged as he yanked the denim, along with her panties, down to her mid-thighs, then spun her around by the shoulders.

  “Red is your only safety net. Remember it, brace your hands against the door, and leave them there.”

  God, she really got off on that dark, commanding tone. “I’ll try,” she replied, keeping her face toward the door. The abrasion of his calloused palm ghosting over her buttocks drew goose bumps, and her honesty. “But you’ve already fried my brain, so I give no promises.”

  Drake huffed a laugh, the sound warming her. “You don’t play coy. I like that about you, baby.”

  I like the way you call me baby in that deep, rumbling voice. Keeping that tidbit to herself, Roz stuck her butt out with a wiggle. “Is that all you like about me?”

  “No.” His quick, penetrating finger thrust pushed her to her toes with a gasp. “I really like how wet you are already. That’s good because I don’t intend to drag this out.”

  He didn’t give her time to respond, let alone think as he swirled his finger inside her pussy with teasing brushes against her clit. The rasp of his lowering zipper sent a quiver down her spine, adding to the head-spinning arousal clenching her pussy around that invading, pumping digit, her nipples aching for a similar touch. Holding her breath as he rustled a condom package, she braced for his thick possession then jerked in astonishment when he pulled his damp finger from her sheath and coasted between her buttocks and over her anus.

  “Drake!” Rippling pleasure from that light touch shook her, along with the last remnants of her will. She’d refused her previous lovers access to that private area yet seemed powerless to deny Drake anything.

  Sliding his other hand around to clasp her hip, he pressed his mouth to her ear, working the bulbous head of his cock between her pussy lips. “Last chance, Roz. Red?”

  “Oh, hell no.” Not with her body burning up and a much-needed climax hovering, ready to explode. “Don’t you dare stop now.”

  Drake’s low curse vibrated in her ear, but she set aside the pang of hurt his continued reluctance produced. There was no place in her life right now to let herself care enough about him, or anyone else, for their opinions to matter.

  “Then take a deep breath,” he warned before surging inside her with one, deep-rooted thrust that pushed her upward onto her toes.

  All coherent thought fled, her breath whooshing from her lungs with his aggressive pummeling of her quivering body. Heat exploded in a rush of fiery pleasure, her inner muscles spasming around his thick girth, her legs going weak at the knees, and she struggled to remain upright. Drake’s heavy breathing grew as labored as the driving force of his cock. Awash in the spiraling sensations gripping her, Roz basked in the stretch and burn of his size, enjoying how he made no concessions for his snug fit.

  “I hope you’re with me, baby,” he rasped with a rapid increase of his jackhammer thrusts, “because I’m not waiting.”

  A giggle burst from her. She even liked that admission of inconsideration. It was a good thing she was right there with him, her pussy squeezing his dick with a spurt of cream and the first contractions heralding her climax.

  “I’m good,” she managed to gasp a second before her lower body erupted into pleasure so intense, she saw stars.

  “Fuck.” Lowering the hand still braced on the door to latch on to her other hip, Drake held her tight and immobile for a series of pounding strokes, battering through her tight clutches.

  Roz was in heaven, reaping more from fucking with Drake than she’d dared to imagine. Lost in the quaking throes of ecstasy, she was barely cognizant of the jerking release of his orgasm. Enthralled with her own response, she fought the return to full awareness until he pulled from her still trembling depths and stepped back, removing his body heat.

  “Hold on,” he grumbled, his tone gruff.

  Afraid he would pull away when that first round had only taken the edge off her needy arousal, she ignored his order, turned around, and leaned against the wall. Her body still vibrated with small pulses of pleasure, her chest heaving as she worked to calm her breathing. She made no effort to pull up her clothes as her gaze followed him to the trash where he disposed of the condom then yanked up his jeans. As he padded to her, his stare traveling to her still puffy labia, she slid a glance toward the fucking swing.

  “Don’t even think it, Roz.”

  From Drake’s closed expression, she guessed this would be her one-and-only chance with him, and she wasn’t about to let the opportunity end without pushing for as much as she could get.

  Using one finger, she traced over her damp folds then slowly pushed between them. Slick, warm muscles closed around her penetration, drawing a ripple of pleasure down her spine. “I’m still wet, ready, and willing for more. C’mon, Drake.” She dragged her finger out of her pussy, leaving a damp trail across her labia. “Show me how the swing works. I promise I won’t pester you for more after tonight.”

  She held her breath as indecision chased across his face. Her heart executing a slow roll when he reached her, his jaw granite hard, eyes dilated with renewed lust.

  “I’ve never met anyone like you.”

  He didn’t sound happy about that, so she asked, “Is that good or bad?”

  “I don’t know yet.”

  Roz didn’t care as long as it meant getting more
time with him. Drake took her hand and tugged her toward the swing, her heart tripping along with her step as she followed with willing eagerness.

  ****

  The recognizable but undefined flicker of desperation that crossed Roz’s face ripped away the last of Drake’s resistance. Despite knowing he was getting in over his head, admitting it, and not liking it, he was powerless to stop the downhill spiral of his defeat. The stark need reflected in her blue eyes, even after that rigorous fucking, matched the ache still throbbing in his balls and gripping his chest. He hadn’t been prepared for the depth of his hunger, and that did not bode well for keeping his distance going forward after tonight.

  Regardless, he was powerless to resist the plea on her face, or to ignore her brazen seduction. Maybe she would shy away from his next order.

  “Strip.”

  Who the hell do I think I’m kidding? The swift catch of her breath from behind him as they stood before the fucking swing, then the rustle of her clothing as soon as he released her hand put a quick end to the ridiculous thought. He braced himself then turned and got his first look of her bare breasts, their soft fullness tipped with light-pink nipples more enticing than he’d imagined.

  Unable to resist, he palmed the underside plumpness of one side, pressing his fingers into the velvety flesh and stroking his thumb over the puckered tip. “Your breasts are as responsive as your pussy.” Sliding his gaze upward, he gave her the honesty she deserved. “I like that.”

  “I’m glad,” she replied, shoving her jeans down.

  If Drake thought his mate’s nudity was difficult to withstand, he’d failed to consider the whole, enticing, naked package. His mouth went dry as she toed off her boots and kicked aside her clothing, all without moving around enough to dislodge his hand from her breast.

  I’m doomed, and I’ll take my brothers to task for it tomorrow. Tonight, he would give her what she wanted and pray for enough control to put his own rising needs on hold. Grasping her waist, he lifted her onto the swing, the sudden sway and awkwardness forcing her to grab for the dangling arm restraints.

  “Is this your first time with bondage?” he questioned, running his hands down her smooth thighs.

  Roz nodded, the jerk of her head sending her layered hair swishing around her face, the red streak bright against the dark-brown tresses even in the room’s dim lighting. “Yes.”

  “Good. Honesty is the most important thing when exploring alternative sex. We’ll start with one arm and one leg.”

  Lifting her right wrist, he made short work of securing the padded cuff around it before dropping his hands to her rounded shoulders then coasting down her silken body. Her nipples seared his palms, her abdominal muscles rippling against his roughened skin, her thighs spreading with ease as he pressed them apart. Cupping under her left knee, he raised her leg, levering the limb out to the side and up to chest height, unsure of how limber she was. Attaching a cuff around her ankle, he kept an eye on her face, alert for signs of stress or insecurity.

  Drake wasn’t surprised when she yanked on her bound joints and a smile blossomed across her flushed face, her eyes glowing with excitement.

  “This is so cool,” she breathed with another tug on the restraints.

  “I’m glad you think so,” he drawled, unable to prevent the tug on his lips. It wasn’t in his best interest to encourage her, but he’d already acknowledged the futility of continuing the fight tonight.

  Standing between her splayed legs, he reached forward, wrapping his hands around her breasts, squeezing and kneading until her breathing turned to pants and she lifted her right foot onto the webbed seat, letting her knee fall outward. With only a fraction of his canine’s heightened sense of smell, he caught a whiff of her arousal, the tangy odor filling his head with a euphoric rush. Clenching his jaw for support, he tweaked her nipples with a tight pinch and tug, her shuddering reaction another sign of submission to light pain-induced pleasure. He pushed that revelation aside and left her breasts to palm the insides of her thighs, drinking in his fill of her creamy, pink slit.

  A body-gripping spasm of need ripped through him as he struggled to rein in both his wolf and his own arousal. It had been a mistake to think that beast would be satisfied for a while with one fuck.

  “What’s wrong?” Roz eyed him with unease.

  Smoothing out his features, Drake bent forward, raising his eyes to her face with his mouth hovering above her swollen flesh. “Does my hunger bother you, baby?” he answered in a seductive purr. Blowing on her damp labia, he dropped his eyes and slid his left thumb inside her wet heat.

  “No way. Just ignore me and do your thing. Please.”

  The pleas got to him every time. One lap up her spread seam sent a raging ball of blistering heat careening through his system, engorging his cock to press uncomfortably against his zipper. He suffered with the discomfort instead of loosening his jeans, unable to risk pushing beyond his control. Going deeper, he licked circles around her clit then jabbed in and out of her pussy, her mewls of drenched pleasure filtering through the roaring filling his head.

  When he switched to applying his teeth to her puffy nub, she almost jerked off the swing.

  “Holy crap! Do that again,” she gasped.

  Frowning, Drake lifted his face enough to drill her with a laser sharp glare. “I don’t take orders from submissive partners. Didn’t I warn you this would be on my terms.”

  “Yes, yes, you did,” she nodded vigorously, “and I’m good with that, but my outburst is your fault for being so good at that. How ’bout if I say pretty please?”

  Mirth hovered around her lips, but her eyes conveyed the same wildness and longing he’d fought against since their first meeting. There was no sense in both of them suffering because of his issues, and, damn it, he liked her quirky sense of humor.

  “Try to behave.” Drake gave her a pointed look then returned to feasting on her succulent flesh.

  ****

  Roz searched for something to hold on to with her free hand as Drake’s scratchy jaw abraded the tender skin of her inner thighs and his tongue returned to torment her clit. Discovering the freedom bondage offered when she’d tested her restraints was another heady experience to wallow in tonight. Since the binds left her no choice but to take what he dished out or end this with one word, there was no need to fret over second-guessing her every move, or his. Her mind was clear to indulge in this hedonistic pleasure without guilt.

  Drake sank his teeth into her clit, the sharp sting ricocheting up her core, and spreading to her nipples. A tortured groan spilled from her throat as she eyed his dark head between her pale thighs, the stroke of his tongue over the throbbing appendage a soothing balm to her battered senses. Grappling for extra leverage against the onslaught, she reached for the dangling line on her left to grip. It was a no-brainer what to do with her unbound leg—keep it out of his way.

  “Crap!” She wasn’t prepared for another sharp nip on her most sensitive flesh, her hips bucking with the new pain until he eased it with another tongue swipe. Roz mewled, writhing against his marauding mouth as he teased her with merciless aggression, going deep with one finger, sucking hard on her clit, and licking sensitive nerve endings. She arched as tiny convulsions sprouted then swore when he backed off until they died down. Sobbing from the tortuously slow build-up, she pleaded and cursed him, broke out into a sweat as he drove her up then denied her full release.

  “Please.” Her voice wobbled, her body on fire, quaking for release.

  Trembling from the dichotomy of riotous sensations he whipped up, she let the raw sexual need take command of her senses and begged. “Please.”

  He growled against her flesh, the vibration of the rough sound seeping inside her. Lifting his head, he pinned her with that wild, feral look in his eyes that never failed to stir an odd longing inside her.

  “Please what?” With his eyes on hers, he licked up her gaping pussy. “This?” He added another finger, powering into her with three qu
ick thrusts, his wicked grin producing a clutch in her abdomen and around her heart. “Want me to take it up a notch, like this?”

  Removing his fingers, he dug them into her thigh, dipped his head, and drove straight for her clit. Her breath lodged in her throat, trapped so she couldn’t breathe except for ragged gasps as he bit, licked, and drew on the bundle of swollen nerves. Ripples of pleasure erupted up and down her vaginal walls. Roz burned, pressing against his mouth for more as he alternated between delivering a pinch of pain with a softer, soothing caress until the equally stimulating, opposing sensations blurred. Drenched in mindless ecstasy, tossed into an uncontrollable frenzy, she splintered apart on a shaken cry of relief.

  Roz came down from the euphoric high by slow degrees, quivering in the aftermath of the intense sensations still rippling through her body. Drake shifted away from her convulsing, saturated flesh, running his hands up and down her thighs, his breath hot and heavy against her skin. She struggled for air, wanting to say something, anything, but couldn’t seem to get her mind to function. Even her memorized stash of animal fun facts had deserted her. Was it the new experience of bondage along with the decadent position that was responsible for that off-the-charts response, or the man who seemed to have some strange effect on her she couldn’t deny or stay away from?

  “What have you done to me?” she whispered on a shaky laugh as he released her hand and leg and eased both limbs down.

  Drake’s heated gaze turned dark and troubled, his glistening lips tightening as he assisted her off the swing and, to her surprise, held her close. The only thing that could have made her welcome his embrace more was if he were naked. She sighed against his chest, trembling as his rough denim brushed the tender skin of her bare mound.

  “Whatever it is, I did it to myself also. I need to get downstairs. Are you all right?”

  There was reservation as well as concern in his voice, and Roz didn’t want him to feel either of those emotions. She couldn’t afford to let this infatuation get out of hand, go any deeper than lust and liking, and worried it was starting to do both. But, damn, it was hard to pull away now that he’d given her what she’d been pushing for and still craved. The bulge of his erection against her thigh hindered her attempts to get herself under control.