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He withdraws, a centimeter at a time, and I suck in a breath through my nose, blinking the tears out of my eyes. When just his head is in my mouth, I run my tongue around it and suck eagerly, addicted to the taste of his pleasure. Then he pushes back in, just as slowly and repeats the process. Each time he pushes past the back of my mouth, I sink deeper into relaxation, my mind going blissfully blank. All that matters is how good it feels to be able to do this for Lan.
When he pulls back completely, I whimper and almost protest. He scoops me up in his arms and I cradle against him, breathing him in. He lays me on the bed like I’m delicate and fragile, running his hands over my skin, removing my bra, and turning every inch of me into an oversensitive mess. He leaves me there and I watch with curious contentment as he walks towards a door, admiring his hot ass and naked back. He has scars, but rather than detract from his beauty, it makes him more intense. Like they’re hints to the savage he claims to be.
Lan disappears into the closet for a brief moment, returning with a small black duffle bag in his hands, his eyes setting me aflame. He says nothing as he stands at the side, setting the bag on the bed, and opens it. He pulls out neatly tied lengths of black rope before moving the bag to the floor.
“Wrists, baby girl,” he says, and I offer them without hesitation, earning a small smile from him. It makes me beam, and I wiggle with giddiness as he binds them together firm enough the rope bites before guiding them over my head to the headboard. I watch as he weaves the rope between the metal slats, a question erupting before I could finish thinking it.
“You don’t have any hooks set up for this?”
Lan stills, and I worry that I’ve upset him. But he gives a final tug to the rope at the headboard and runs his nails down the tender skin of my inner arm and meets my eyes.
“I’ve never had a woman here before.”
My mouth opens in surprise. He hasn’t? I know we’d intended to meet at Lush, but to never bring a lover home? Hope builds inside of me that my feelings are returned. There’s so much between us that I have to figure out—especially concerning my father and Lan’s original intentions with getting close to me. But for now, right here, with his confession, I’ll embrace us.
While I’m left befuddled with my thoughts, Lan’s clever hands bind each of my legs. He’s moved my heels back towards my butt and tied rope around my thighs and shins, forcing them to stay bent.
He takes a step back, and my stomach tumbles as I watch him tug at himself idly while inspecting his work. His eyes devour every inch of me, and in spite of being bound to his bed and unable to move my legs much, I have never felt so powerful. So sexual. So desirable.
His gaze finds mine and he smiles, a full smile baring his fangs, and it’s breath stealing. It should be illegal for someone to be so sexy.
“There are so many things I want to do to you, Little Bird,” Lan says, his hand still slowly working himself. “But for now—” he reaches down and retrieves a scalpel from the black duffle bag. He holds it up so I can see, the light glinting off the cold metal, the edge of the narrow blade a deep black. He inspects it, moving it around. “I knew you were special. I couldn’t play with you using anything that’s touched someone else. You require your own toys, and only the best. This blade is high carbon steel, the edge set with rare obsidian. It will take years of carving your delightful skin before it even begins to dull.”
Lan looks back at me, his pupils blown wide and cock hard. “Is that something you want, baby girl?”
A hot bolt of fear strikes my stomach and I shiver with need. I’m so wet I can smell it. I let my knees drop to the side, arching as I lean my head back, baring my throat to him. “No,” I groan out, allowing fear and lust to color my words. “Please don’t, Daddy.”
“Too bad, baby girl,” Lan drawls, his voice dark and sinister. Squeezing my eyes shut, I shake my head and struggle against the bindings on my wrist. The bed dips, and I bounce and see he’s leaped onto me, holding himself over me like the wolf who’s caught his prey at last. He kisses me savagely and abruptly, pulling back as fast as he’d come. “You want to make me happy, don’t you?”
Unable to speak, I nod, and strain to look for the scalpel. Then he’s got his mouth on my throat, his fangs sinking deep and harsh, and I scream.
Chapter Nineteen
LAN
Bright, delicious blood floods my mouth and I drink deeper from Wren, her scream sharp and perfect in my ear.
Before tonight, I’d appreciated the state-of-the-art sound-proofing Ambrose had installed years ago for many reasons. The house is over a century old, but as the clan grew, we grew tired of hearing each other’s activities in the bedroom. Now, I’m doubly thankful that Wren’s screams are for me and me alone.
I pull away from her, letting her blood spill down my lips and over my chin.
“Fuck,” I grunt out, the sight of her bound to my bed under me making my cock throb. Blood is smeared around the bite over her fair skin, her rapid pulse sending more oozing out and under her slender neck until it absorbs into the blue-gray pillowcases. I’m not going to change these cases until the scent of her blood is gone. Or, better yet, I’ll keep her here and never sleep without her taste on my tongue or her scent in my nose.
I may not remember exactly what it is to love a woman, but I know what I feel about the one I’m straddling. Complete possession. She is mine, forever. There will be no other person that gets to touch her, taste her, fuck her.
Idly, I caress her nipples with the back of the blade until they are hard and she’s whimpering.
“I want to carve my name into you,” I murmur before bending down to capture one of those tempting nipples between my lips and sucking hard. Wren mews and arches up against me, so I reward her by biting the nipple hard between my teeth until she shouts. I give the other nipple the same treatment. When I’m done, Wren’s pretty pink nipples are dark and swollen.
I trace the scalpel over the swells of her breasts, nothing more than a ghost touch, not ready to slice into her quite yet. Wren shivers under me, goosebumps flowing over her flesh, and I smirk, my eyes going to hers. Her pale green eyes are blown wide with desire and need.
“Would you like that, baby girl?” I ask, and shift back, teasing her all the while with the blade. “Have my mark on your skin for all time?”
She nods eagerly, her eyes stuck to the scalpel as I move it down and circle her navel.
I strike, faster than she can expect, and slice the scalpel across the inside of her thigh. The blade is sharp enough the pain response is delayed and when she finally gasps, the cut is red with blood. I do it again on the other side, moving slow enough she can see it coming. Can anticipate the sharp bite of the blade.
Her whimper is delicious and I can’t resist dipping down to lick the blood from her pale skin. She moans, the scent of her arousal thick in the air.
