Cuffed and Mated

by Penelope Wylde

  Heat rushed her system and colored her cheeks. Breathing hard, she parted her lips and let out a small whimper. Now that he had her restrained, the idea of not touching him didn’t sit too well. The way every shaft of light caressed him made her jealous. Her fingers itched to touch him too.

  He stroked the pad of his thumb over her sensitive buds that pulled a gasp of delight from her. “Don’t play with me, wolf. You want this?” She bowed her body until his hands clasped around her firmly. “If so, don’t tease. That would be cruel.”

  “I’d never want to hurt you, Aleaha, especially like that. Trust me?”

  All humor set aside, he looked to her for the answer she knew would either build him up or tear them apart.

  “With my life.” Peacefulness relaxed his body and extended to include her. Realization dawned. The strength of her words held more power for him than any of her supernatural abilities.

  The smell of wild berries hit her senses. Warm silk drizzled over first one breast, then the other, his cock bobbing. She licked her lips.

  “Please, Sheriff, can I suck your hard cock?”

  “You’ll get what you want. Be patient.” Kneeling over her, he cupped her breasts, working the oil over every part of them in a slow sensual glide. In a strained voice, he said, “I love how your body responds to me. The fire you have inside calls to my wolf and makes me howl to have you near.” He increased the friction, letting the weight of her breasts pull her nipples from his fingers with a tight pinch. She withered beneath his hands. Power surged in the depths of her core and she could barely breathe for the onslaught of pure lust that surged through her veins. “You’re about to come, aren’t you?”

  “About to combust!” She thrust her breasts into his palms, arched her back and let the moan caught in her throat slip out. “Do it again—pinch my nipples like that.”

  “Demanding, aren’t we?” When their gazes locked, she saw a heady mixture of desire and love.

  “Please, Rebel.”

  He moved her close to the edge of the bed, not pulling too hard on her cuffed arms but close enough to have his cock only inches from her greedy mouth.

  He gave her what she wanted and then tugged on the buds as he guided his shaft to her lips. Currents sizzled through her body and the second the soft tip of his cock touched her lips, jolts of energy sparked.

  She gasped cheeks burning. Slowly he parted her lips with his thickness.

  “Aleaha,” he growled under his breath. She loved how he watched her slip every inch of his cock past her lips in one slow glide until he hit the back of her throat.

  “Suck my cock, baby. Let me see how hungry you are for me.” His come tasted salt-sweet on her tongue and she swallowed around his enormous girth making him groan.

  A growl rumbled from his chest.

  Tied up, her motions were limited. Fingers buried in her hair, he pulled out of the warm depth of her mouth only to slowly slide back in until he hit the back of her throat once again. She hollowed her cheeks and applied a soft suction that elicited a tighter grip on her hair. “Damn, you have a wonderful mouth that knows how to suck me.”

  She could make him come like this, right here and right now, but she could tell from the glittering look in his eye he has other plans.

  He tipped his head back and her heart swelled with pride at the pleasure she gave him. He pumped his hips again, this time a little faster. He tightened his hand around the base of his pulsating cock and he stroked it as he pulled out, leaving only the tip between her lips. A spurt of hot come hit her tongue. Greedy for more, she sucked harder until she got her prize.

  His fingers worked her engorged peaks as he pushed deeper then pulled out all the way.

  “More, I wasn’t done.” She gave a pout with the full power of the quivering lower lip and all. “Any more and I would have been.” Lips parted as if hungry, Rebel leaned over her and captured a nipple. Sweet goddess, pleasure exploded behind her eyelids and she was on the verge of her second orgasm of the night.

  With her nipple still prisoner in the warm crevasse of his lips, Rebel slipped between her legs. Anticipation seeped into every pore in her body and she watched him devour her one lick and nibble at a time. The bulbous tip of his cock slipped between her dripping wet folds with every movement he made. The sweet torture held her captive, frozen in place.

  Wanting. Needy and horny.

  With a juicy pop, he released a candy-hard nipple.

  Cuffed and at his mercy, she felt ashamed by how his commands made her pussy clench and hot girl cum spill from her core. He made her feel alive and she’d waited for what felt like an eternity for this precise moment between them.

  Before tonight had all be hot sexy, but this was much more.

  Rattled and breathy, she cried out as he straightened, poised his thick shaft at her entrance and pressed forward.

  “Watch.” He parted her folds with two fingers. Inch by inch he slipped into her. He held her attention with his fiery gaze and for seconds on end, time stood still. Tangled webs of magic flowed along her body and fed into him. Mesmerized, she wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles. Braced against the barred headrest and with his support, she bowed her back, driving him deeper.

  Flesh strained around his thick cock, the burn delicious and welcomed.

  Strong, rough hands anchored around her waist, he pulled back only to drive home with a hard thrust.

  He did it again. And again.

  Soon it was all she could do to hold on and not trip over the edge, but she didn’t want this to end. Not yet.

  “Kiss me.”

  Rebel stilled, wrapped an arm around her waist and bent to claim her lips. Hot sizzling molten lava was ice compared to the heat he fed into her on contact. Her heartbeat tripled and she ached to reach out and touch him. She pulled at the handcuffs.

  Smiling, he broke their kiss but didn’t pull away. “Not yet, my witch. You trust me?”

  She nodded, not trusting her voice.

  “I need to hear the words, love.”

  “Yes. Yes, now let me touch you.”

  “Soon. Right now, I want you turned around and on your knees. I want to see your beautiful ass in the air.”

  He slipped from her wet channel and helped her turn and face the headboard. Only what she saw instead left her speechless.

  Indigo waves of energy consumed them, spiraled along their skin until they appeared as one. Then she noticed his eyes. A kaleidoscope of red, violet and blue. Spellbound, she couldn’t look away. “So beautiful.”

  Rebel positioned himself behind her, the weight of his heavy cock nestled between her ass cheeks. With an arm wrapped around her waist for support, he pulled her back into his embrace.

  With a hand to her thigh, he pressed. “Open for me.”

  She caught his attention in the mirror. Gazes locked, she slid her thighs apart as he guided his cock along her seam, skimmed along her asshole, rimming the entrance in a slow promising tease before dragging the head to the velvety clutch of her tight pussy.

  She gave a deep moan as he buried himself to the hilt, balls hitting against her clit. Her pupils dilated and her lips parted with a husky moan. Tremors quaked through her pussy and the need to come washed over her. Her legs trembled, only the support of his arms holding her against his chest kept her upright.

  “Not yet, baby. Look at me.” She flicked her eyes to his in the mirror that hung over the headboard. With a flick of his wrist, he freed her hands. “You want to be my family?” He pulled out and slid home in one slow stroke. She wrapped her fingers around the bars, pushed back and clenched her channel around him before pulling away to create a tension as much in her core as around his shaft. “Goddesses, that’s good.”

  “Fuck, Aleaha, don’t make me come yet.” His head fell back and she couldn’t look away from the pleasure she saw on his face. His hold around her waist tightened.

  His fingers slid into her hair. “Yes. If I’m only so lucky.” Her words drew h
is attention. All but a few shards of red remained, in the depths of eyes so ice blue she felt captivated by their brilliance. The preternatural glow only added to their beauty.

  He thrust in, hitting the bundle of nerves buried in her womb that sent a shockwave of pure erotic pleasure through her veins and poured into her system instantly.

  “My witch.” He skimmed hands down her back and parted her cheeks. Warm air hit her ass and she knew his eyes took all of her in.

  Pleasure of a different kind coursed through her at his endearment. He pulled out and thrust home, picking up the pace. Friction rocketed her senses out of this world. Eyes screwed shut, the colorful bursts of magic exploded just as Rebel stiffened behind her. His shaft pulsated and hot ribbons of semen coated her channel sending another wave of ecstasy to crash over her.

  “Then take me now and forever. Say you will, please put my wolf and me at ease. Say yes.”

  She stiffened.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “That’s not the first time I’ve heard those words.”

  Rebel pulled back. “Please tell me the truth. Are you spoken for, Aleaha?” Anger collided with hurt and welled in the pools of his bright blue eyes, but he held himself still, his cock buried in her. “Tell me and I’ll beg and plead for you. Fight.” His arm tightened around her in a possessive hug. He bowed his head over her shoulder and gathered her hands in his to place tender kisses along her knuckles.

  “You would do that for me?”

  “After tonight, I think I’ve discovered there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

  “And there’s not a creature I wouldn’t slay or spell I wouldn’t cast to have you as mine, Rebel Donovan.” As strange as it sounded, she felt more connected now than any sacred joining of hearts at a witch’s wedding could ever give her.

  She splayed her hands across his where he held her close to him. Heartbeat after heartbeat hammered in her chest. “But I confess. The words were not spoken to me as much as they were ‘shown’ to me.” His brows pinched in question in the reflection of the mirror.

  “Earlier tonight before all the fun having, I had a vision. Of you, and I think myself. You were holding me, much like you are now and whispered those words to me right before you said to forgive you.” She tightened her pussy around his cock and shimmied her hips in a tiny movement.

  “For hurting you.” His words were more of a statement than a question.

  “How did you know?”

  “Because you foresaw something that has been weighing on me since I met you.”

  “What would that be?”

  “Like I said earlier, you’re my one sin away from going straight to hell.” Warm liquid trickled down her thigh, and she gave a heavy sigh. Languid and still dazed by her release her muscles were relaxed, but Rebel held her steady.

  “My wolf saw you as our mate from the first day your sister introduced us.”

  “And now?”

  “And now, I don’t know how to tell you I can’t reign in the instinct to claim you much longer. The thought of losing you, of not taking you as mine is driving me crazy. Screw our fucked-up laws.”

  “I’m yours for the claiming, let everyone know who I belong to, Sheriff.” She leaned into his embrace, his chest against her back and her weight on his thighs and gave him a saucy wink in the mirror.

  He tilted her head to the side with the soft pad of his thumb. “Please forgive me.”

  This time she didn’t have to ask why.

  Aleaha tipped her head farther to the side and held his gaze as his lips touched her skin. He showered butterfly kisses up the arch of her neck and then retraced until he came to the dip in her neck as he gently rocked his hips.

  Fangs tore into flesh. Pain bloomed along her shoulder and a shot charged full of adrenaline burst through her unsuspecting body. She gasped, froze, and clasped her fingers around the brass bars for support. Her chest rattled with a flood of shaky breaths, and then her vision filled with images that came with a myriad of emotions that poured over her, drowning her until she couldn’t breathe.

  Unable to focus, she managed to catch a glimpse of a young boy crying, then of a gravesite. Then again of the same boy, only a few years older, experiencing his shift for the first time, and all alone. Fear clogged her throat and burst through her then that faded for a strong resolve of indifference until nothing existed. The boy became a man that didn’t know how to love or be loved. She’d heard from her coven sisters that when a shifter took a mate it was all or nothing. Minds forged and synced with their mates and created a bond no magic or time could ever break apart.

  Her eyes shot open and landed on him. He watched, the same pain she felt shining back at her.

  “There’s no room for that pain in your life. You have me now. You’ll never be alone again.”

  “I know. I can feel the truth of your words in my soul as you speak them, my witch.”

  “You can feel me too?”

  Rebel nodded. “And I can hear your thoughts, know when you are in danger and know when you need me.”

  Holy shit.

  She gave a brief smile. Then he knew all her kinky fantasies and still wanted to be with her.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you how to control it where I only receive what you want to show me or have me feel.”

  “Never.” She didn’t even have to think about it. “Well, maybe like when I’m out doing against-the-law shady stuff, but truly, I never want to hide a thing from you.” Aleaha angled to face him then stopped dead.

  “Holy goddesses divine.” She sat forward and pried her eye open with two fingers for a better look in the mirror. “When did that happen?” She took in several views from all sides and angles of her face.

  “Same time mine did.” Rebel stroked a thumb down the side of her face and paused at the bite mark that marred her ivory skin. “Does it hurt?”

  “No, but I can feel the power that entered me, your power. It’s fusing with mine and kinda leaves a surplus of energy that tingles just below the surface.”

  “We’ll have to do something about that, and I think all that energy makes you look ravishing and ravishable. All flushed and ready for me.”

  She laughed. “Is that even a word?”

  “How about we make it a word?”

  With her fingers wrapped around the headboard for support, she sashayed her hips. “I think I look good in anything of one Rebel Donovan.”

  Before she could blink, he had her turned, thighs spread around his and the thick girth of his shaft wedged between her swollen pussy lips. Her head fell back against the mass of pillows as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, hauling him within kissing range.

  “So does this mean I get to take you home for a visit down south? My mom and aunts will absolutely love to meet my new husband.”

  Rebel froze and a sly grin splayed across her face. “Ya know, all that can come much later if I can get my turn.” She dangled the cuffs from her finger with a wicked glint to her new baby blues that gave away all the wicked little ideas she had playing in her mind. She picked one particular fantasy and focused on the image. His face lit up and a deep growl came in response to the image he saw.

  Five seconds in and she already loved how this mated thing already suited them.

  His mouth curled up into a wicked smile. “I think we can work something out, my playful witch.”

  Her magic hummed along the surface of her skin to coil around them. Rebel pulled her closer and rested his forehead against hers, at ease with her powers as much as she was with his. “You, my darling Aleaha, have given me the best gift of all and have captured my heart in return.”

  Absolutely nothing could go wrong from here on out. Her world was complete.

  She groaned into his ear as he pulled her into his powerful embrace. He slid into her, bumping against her clit and sending her spiraling into another soul-shattering orgasm that has her toes curling.

  “You’re my forever.” He growled deeply mak
ing her skin tingle with anticipation for what the future held because if there was one thing she knew for certain it was that she would never be alone and nor would he. Her love could only grow for the sheriff, her wolf, her husband.

  His hand spread possessively over her back as he angled her hips to take him deeper. In the back of her mind, a small trickle of fear of those who could break them apart tore at her inner peace.

  “No one will ever take you from me,” he gruffed next to my ear and she felt the power of his words down to her soul.

  She leaned back to meet his gaze. “That sounds like a promise.”

  “It is,” he whispered. She lost herself in a kiss so hot her insides felt singed. “A promise you can take to heart, baby.”

  And she did.

  THE END

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  Chapter One

  Katriona

  The familiar jingle of the evening news drowns out the sizzle of fries being lowered into days’-old oil and a group of rowdy teens out for a late Friday night meal. They’re shoved back in the back far corner where they think no one sees them lighting up. It’s about the biggest excitement this place will see until three in the morning when the less-than-upstanding citizens of Chicago stop in for a heavy dose of coffee and our famous cherry pie. It’s the only claim to fame this crappy small-time diner at the corner of forgotten and nowhere downtown Chicago has going for it.

  Honestly, I don’t pay too much attention to who I serve. I keep my eyes on the tips that help me cover rent, and I don’t mind working graveyard and serving men with massive leather coats big enough to cover a small arsenal and enough bad hoodoo vibes to send anyone with a lesser constitution scurrying out the door.

  And if Sally needs me, I’m there. I’ve been working at her diner for a year and some change now, and she’s the only one who took a chance on a too-skinny girl with no home before I even graduated high school. In fact, I wouldn’t even have that slip of paper packed away in my only suitcase if it were not for her. So I clock in when she needs me and serve pie and the house special to anyone willing to walk through those doors. It’s that simple and the least I can do.