Page 180 of Knight’s Retribution

“You know I want this, fuck, so badly, but if you’re just doing this because of the attacks in the city…”

She shook her head, her dark hair moving around her narrow shoulders. “I won’t lie, that is part of it, but that’s not the main reason. I miss you. I want to be close to you. I already know you’re the only male I will ever want, and after talking to the other females, I’m positive this will help me. It’ll help us.”

He stepped closer, not touching her but so close he could feel the heat of her body through her clothes. “You understand that if we mate, it’s forever. You will live forever by my side, you’ll be stuck with me…for eternity.”

She nodded and pressed her hands against his chest, pushing him toward the bed. “I want that. I want an eternity with you, Rocco. From the first moment I met you, I knew you were it for me. I want what we had back. I’m not letting Diemos control me anymore. I just want you.”

How could he argue with that? Why would he? The backs of his legs hit the bed. “And all I want is you.”

She blinked up at him, a fucking gorgeous smile on her perfect lips that reached her eyes and lit her up, and a tear streaked down her cheek. “Then get naked.”

He sucked in a breath, and the scent of her desire for him had him reaching back and yanking off his shirt. Kyler tackled his jeans, tearing open the button and zipper and shoving them down. She dropped to her knees and undid his boots, helping him get them off. In seconds, he was standing there in his boxer briefs and nothing else.

“What are we using to restrain me?” he asked, more than a little growl in his voice.

Kyler moved to the corner of the bed and kicked something out from under it. An adjustable iron shackle. One end was bolted to the floor and at the end of a chain was an iron cuff. There was one at each corner of the bed. “Will they be okay?”

“You got those from Silas as well?”

She nodded, her cheeks turning pink. “He bolted them down for me. Does the idea of being restrained worry you? I don’t want to do anything that might make you uncomfortable or turn you off.”

He was shaking his head before she even finished speaking. “First, it’s you. I trust you with every part of me, Ky. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again…you can do anything you fucking want to me. Fuck, I want you to take from me. And second, making you feel good is all I need, that’s what turns me on. Knowing that this will help you feel safe, that you can let go, yeah, it’s…shit…” He shuddered as hunger like nothing he’d ever experienced rocked through him. “Baby, just thinking about you taking what you need from me to feel good is making me so hard I can’t fucking think straight.”

She was breathing faster, harder, her scent, her hunger for him surrounding them. A growl crawled up the back of his throat, and at the sound of his loss of control, the heat in her eyes cranked way the fuck up.

“Lie on the bed, Rocco,” she said huskily.

Yeah, Christ, the way she said that, so fucking hot. He didn’t need to be told twice and climbed on, lying on his back like a starfish, waiting, desperate for her to tie him the fuck down. She climbed up, and the heavy rattle of chains filled the room as she secured the first one around his wrist.

“Not too tight?” she asked.

He watched her and his vision went red for a split second, his demon joining him, watching Kyler. Her eyes went a little wide, not missing it.

“It’s okay,” he rasped, his chest filling to fucking overflowing. “My demon side is…he’s so happy, Ky. I’ve never felt him like this, calm, so fucking calm. You’re here, you’re safe, you’re mine. He knows it too. He loves you as well. I’ve spent my entire life fighting the demon side of me, until you. We worked together to get you back, and when we mate, the darkness in me will be solely focused on keeping you safe.”

With shaking hands, she secured the second cuff. Then looked into his eyes, into the eyes of his demon. “Thank you,” she whispered to his inner monster. “I love you too. I love both of you.”

And fuck him, his demon whimpered and purred, the heavy vibrations moving through him.

She smiled. “He heard me?”

“Oh yeah,” Rocco said, voice now blended with the fucker rubbing up under his skin like a contented house cat.

Kyler moved to his ankles and quickly secured them, then stood back, taking him in.

“Okay?” he asked.

Her hands gripped the bottom of her sweatshirt, and she tugged it over her head. “I’m more than okay.” She moved back to him in only her T-shirt and jeans and sat at his hip, resting her hand on his stomach.

Just that touch had him groaning.

“Will it be…different, from what we’ve done before?”

“Yeah, it’ll be different.”

She dragged her hands down his abs and he arched, wanting more. Wanting her to touch him, stroke him, pet him.

“How?”