My brain was fuzzy, on the edge of blacking out from the adrenaline and the pain.
“Say it,” he demanded as he pushed deep into me.
So. Fucking. Deep. And so much harder than before.
I whimpered beneath him, my body shuddering in painful pleasure.
His fingers dug into the cut he’d made on my back. “Say it!”
I yelped at the sudden sting, the sharpness of it clearing my mind. “Please, kitten. Make me come.”
His bright blue eyes shone with goddamn triumph as he sat back up and drove deep into me, rewarding me with more pleasure than I could handle.
He didn’t even touch me. He didn’t need to. I was so desperate, so worked up, I’d come untouched.
Byron’s teeth sank into my shoulder, the pain only heightening my orgasm, and his thrusts turned violent as he chased his own release, his teeth still buried into the soft spot on my shoulder like I was his new favourite chew toy.
I collapsed into the bed, struggling to catch my breath. My chest heaved beneath Byron and I felt weightless. If Byron wasn’t lying on top of me, I think I’d just float away.
He soothed the bite mark with his tongue, humming as he did so. The sound of it reverberated deliciously through me and I lay there for a moment, just enjoying the softness of his touch.
“Such a good boy,” Byron said as he rolled off me and sliced off the cable ties.
Pins and needles shot straight through my fingers as I started to wiggle them.
“You like it when I call you that, don’t you baby,” Byron said as he traced the tattoo on the bottom of my throat. “Maybe I’ll get you a collar.”
I blanched. “No fucking way.”
He smiled as he continued to swipe his finger around the base of my neck. A deep rumble rose from somewhere inside my chest and that should probably have embarrassed me but then again, Byron had just fucked me using my own blood as lube. Pretty sure dignity wasn’t something I had anymore.
“That sounds like a challenge, baby.”
“I won’t wear one,” I replied, but even I could tell my refusal was barely half hearted.
“We’ll see,” he chuckled. “Now, let me clean you up and sort your wounds. Unless you can heal them?”
I shook my head. “Unfortunately, that’s not how my magic works. There’s a first aid kit in the bathroom.”
He pressed a kiss to my latest bite mark and disappeared for a moment before returning with the kit. His touch was soft and gentle as he sorted the wounds on my back, and it wasn’t long until his gentle touches lulled me to sleep.
Chapter Seventeen
Byron
“Oh, my gosh. You guys?! You look so stinking cute together,” Astrid beamed as I walked into her shop with Wilder. I was holding his hand, and I’d refused to let it go. I liked the way it fit in mine, like a perfectly sized little puzzle piece that was just for me.
Things felt like they’d shifted last night. Wilder was more open to me being a permanent fixture in his life—not that he ever really had a choice—but it showed promise.
I was high this morning. On adrenaline and endorphins and all the good things because of Wilder. My body was vibrating with the need to show him off because he was mine and I wanted the whole world to know that.
“We are, aren’t we?” I replied to Astrid since Wilder had lost his voice somewhere behind his flushed cheeks.
“Yes,” she replied before turning to Wilder. “You look happier than the last time I saw you. I’m glad.”
Jealousy stabbed me sharply in the chest. Last time? Were these two friends?
“I am,” Wilder said with a simple shrug of his shoulder. “And thank you for the business card.”