She grasped a handful of his shirt and pulled his face down to hers. She kissed him. And then she let go.
He looked dazed.
She picked up one of the chains and snapped the cuff over one of his wrists.
Startled, he looked down at it. “Wha—?”
She had his other wrist encircled before he could finish the word.
“What are you doing?”
She kissed him again. “Shh, Cole. Let it happen.” And something leapt inside her in perverse pleasure, his words coming out of her mouth.
His eyes narrowed. “Wait a second. I’m not sure if I—”
She cut him off by tugging on the chains. They were looped over a pipe in the ceiling, and when she pulled on the ends, Cole’s hands stretched up over his head, elongating his body, lifting him and exposing him. She secured the chains against the wall, so that he was held in place.
Cole’s eyes darted wildly around the room, and his breath came in short gasps.
She went to him, pressed her body against his, stroked his cheek. “It’s okay, beautiful.”
He shut his eyes. “Is this why you wanted to come here?”
“No.” She backed away, folding her arms over her chest, surveying him. “I didn’t plan this. It just seems… right.”
His hands wrapped around the chains above him, and she saw him struggle against them. Just for a moment, as if he was testing their strength. He gave up almost immediately, sagging against them, beaten. He opened his eyes and gazed at her.
She smiled. “I’ll be back. Sit tight.”
He let out a strange, strangled noise. “You’re leaving me?”
“Not for long,” she said in her most soothing voice. She flew up the stairs, her whole being thrumming with power and excitement. This was the allure, then. Having someone at her mercy. Having someone rely entirely on her for everything. It was heady.
She rustled through Cole’s kitchen, opening drawers until she found a pair of scissors.
And then she went back to him. The muscles in his arms stretched and strained above his head. They were smooth and hard and beautiful.
She held up the scissors so that he could see them.
Something very nearly like fear flitted across his expression.
“Relax,” she said. “I’m not going to hurt you.” She moved closer, and she fingered the hem of his shirt. She put the scissors to the fabric and sliced through it.
Cole exhaled sharply.
She looked up at him. His face was so close to hers.
She cut straight up his shirt, all the way to the collar.
It fell away from his chest, hanging like curtain, baring his body. She took him in, all the lean angles and smooth flesh. His compact, wiry frame, skin hugging tight to his muscles. The trail of dark hair over his flat stomach. And the scar from where the bullet had gone into him. It was newly healed, pink scar tissue against his smoothness.
She ran her fingers over it.
Heat was gathering between her legs. He was so enticing like this, and the sight of him roused thrills within her.
“Dana,” Cole rasped.
She smiled at him. “Shh…” She finished cutting his shirt, running the scissors through the sleeves so that she could pull it away from his body.
Now his upper body was bare, and she walked around him, trailing her fingers over his shoulders and back.
He shivered, and goosebumps rippled over his skin.
She pressed her body into his spine. She reached around to touch his chest, his stomach. She pinched one of his nipples.
He stiffened, but he didn’t make noise.
She walked around to face him, and he was the most stunningly gorgeous thing she’d ever seen, half uncovered and bound. She kissed him, letting her tongue dart into his mouth, and she was surprised by the force of his response.
She moved away to kiss his jaw. “You’re mine, Cole,” she murmured.
He exhaled again.
“Say it,” she prompted.
“I’m yours.” His voice was gravelly, unsteady.
Her hand snaked down his body. “Are you hard for me? Is this turning you on?” She cupped him. She smiled in satisfaction. “Good.”
He swallowed, holding her gaze with his own. “What are you going to do to me?”
She smiled wider. There was apprehension in his voice, but there was something else underneath, something playful. He was enjoying it.
That made her enjoy it even more.
She unbuttoned his pants.
He tensed in anticipation.
She unzipped him. Then yanked his pants and boxers down in one quick motion, pushing them down around his ankles. She knelt down and tapped on his bare calf, and he lifted his foot to allow her to remove his clothes. She remembered that he’d used this move on her before, that she’d been tied up with her own bra, and he’d stripped her naked.
Now she’d removed all of his clothes. She stood up to look at him.
The gray light filtered into the basement, illuminating the hard swells of his muscles. He was exquisite.
And his cock stood up straight, pushing out from his body, so hard and swollen it almost looked painful.
“Mmm…” she whispered. “I think I like you this way, Cole. All stretched out and showing me everything.”
His breathing quickened.
She stared down at him. The head of his penis was red and huge, almost purplish, and he was thick and straight and engorged. She liked the obviousness of his arousal, how easy it was to see that he wanted her. And she liked that he was entirely at her mercy at the moment. The juxtaposition of his strength and his vulnerability gave her delicious shudders. She put her fingertips against his hips and traced circles over him, each one coming tantalizingly closer to his erection.
He groaned.
“You want me to touch it, don’t you?” She gave him a teasing smile. “Ask me nicely.”
“Please?” He arched an eyebrow.
She shook her head. “I don’t know. As we’ve already established, you’re a very bad man, Cole. You don’t deserve good things.”
“I guess not,” he murmured. His dark eyes captured her own.
Her own sex pulsed. She was getting wet, and he hadn’t even touched her. She felt aroused by the power, and by the fact that she was so obviously affecting him.
Carefully avoiding his shaft, she let her fingers trail lower, running her fingertips over the sensitive skin of his scrotum.
He threw his head back, gasping.
She touched him there again.
He moaned.
She held the sack in her palm, gently massaging it.
Cole’s breath grew labored.
She eased her fingers back further, exploring past his balls.
And his eyes snapped open. “Wait. Dana, what are you—?”
“Shh,” she said, grinning. “You’re going to let me do this, and you’re going to enjoy it.”
“No,” he said. “I don’t want you to—”
But her fingers were already pushing between the cheeks of his ass, and she was gently prodding, searching until… there. She pressed it with her finger, not penetrating him, just pushing on him.
He made a mangled noise, trying to angle his body away, but she was holding on.
“Calm down, beautiful,” she breathed. “It’s okay. Relax.”
“Fuck,” he rasped.
She pushed her finger a little harder, just barely inching into him.
He grunted.
And she fell to her knees in front of him, wrapping her lips around his cock, pulling him inside her at the same moment she pushed into him.
Cole let out a shuddering sigh, but he relaxed right away, and there was no more resistance from him.
She sucked on him, loving the sensation of his silky skin against her tongue, and she fingered him.
And he groaned and writhed as she did it.
She pulled back, running her tongue over the tip of him. Gazed up at him
in satisfaction. Probed him with her finger. “You like this, don’t you?”
He was breathing so hard he could hardly speak. “Y-yes.”
She slid her mouth back over him, and she felt electrified with power. Knowing that she had the ability to reduce him to this. He was hers, and he was vulnerable, and he was destroyed by the pleasure she gave him.
She transferred some saliva back to his opening, eased her finger further inside, so that she was taking him and receiving him both at the same time.
His hips rotated against her ministrations, driving himself further into her mouth, then driving her finger further into his body. He seemed to have come undone. He’d surrendered to her, and he was controlled by his arousal, by his own desire for gratification.
It excited her. Her body was tight and ready. She was damp between her legs. Her clit was throbbing.
His cock was rigid in her mouth. She could feel that it was getting bigger, and she hadn’t realized it was possible for him to be this hard, this large. His whole body was trembling, tensing.
Oh, hell, he was going to come, wasn’t he?
She released his cock, extricated her finger.
He whined, gasping.
She stood up.
“Dana, please.” He gazed at her through half-lidded eyes. There was hunger in his expression, torment.
She only shook her head. “Not yet.”
He groaned.
She went back to where the chains were secured and loosened them. They went slack, and he tumbled to the floor in a heap.
She helped him lie down, back against the cement floor, and then she secured the chains again. His arms were still above his head. He was still bound.
She straddled his waist, making sure to keep clear of his stiff shaft, which glistened from her attentions to it. She looked down at him.
He licked his lips.
She pulled her shirt over her head. Unsnapped her bra. She touched his lips. “You want to come, don’t you, beautiful?”
“Yes,” he said into her fingers.
“Me first.” She leaned forward and fed him one of her breasts.
His lips closed over her nipple.
Bliss shot through her. She moaned.
She let him lick her, suck her, and then she gave him the other nipple, which he went at eagerly. She felt the scrape of his teeth, and she made a clucking noise in the back of her throat. “Gently,” she admonished.
He complied.
She went back and forth, making him work her into a frenzy. Her breasts felt heavy. Her sex was drenched. She was aflame, hot all over.
She scooted her pelvis forward, putting the button of her pants in his face. “Undo it.”
“Dana…” he breathed. “My hands…” He tried to move them and the chains prevented it.
“You have teeth.” She raised her eyebrows.
He let out a chuckle. “You’re kind of evil, you know that?”
“I learned from the best.”
He did it, tore her pants open with his mouth.
She removed them, and then she placed her aching, dripping slit against his mouth.
His tongue swept over her clit.
She cried out, bucking against him.
His next lick made her convulse.
She was too turned on, too bothered, too excited.
He made a circle around her sensitive flesh, and she was unleashed, jerking against him, moaning as her pleasure slammed into her and took her apart. She exploded, wracked with bliss, waves and waves of it going through her. Until she was shuddering over him, every part of her twitching.
Aftershocks still going through her thighs, she slid down his body. Her mouth found his, and her wet opening captured his engorged cock.
She moaned.
He moaned too. His hips came up to thrust into her, deep as he could get.
Their mouths and tongues locked together, their bodies writhed below the waist.
He was too far gone too, and he barely lasted three strokes before he was erupting into her, growling into her mouth.
She felt him pulsing in her, and the last part of her own orgasm answered in an echoing pulse.
He was still kissing her, his tongue running over her bottom lip. She sucked his tongue into her mouth. She released him.
“Cole,” she gasped. “My Cole.”
He let out a low, satisfied breath. “I love you.”
And she sat straight up.
His cock was still inside her, and it gave one last throbbing pulse.
She put her fingers to her lips.
Cole turned his head to the side, closing his eyes. “Shit,” he muttered.
He’d just said it again. But this time he wasn’t delirious. He was probably in an altered state of consciousness, though, so maybe…
She got off of him, and she went over to free his hands from the chains.
But once his hands were unbound, he just pulled them down against his body. He didn’t make any move to get up, and he didn’t look at her.
She gathered up her clothes and ran upstairs.
Away from him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
When Cole came up the steps, he had his pants on, but his chest was still bare.
Of course, Dana had cut his shirt off of him, so she guessed that was a lost cause. She was sitting on the couch—the couch where he’d fucked her for the first time—and she had her knees drawn up into her chest.
Cole crossed the room and went to his backpack. He rummaged through it until he found another shirt, which he pulled on. He looked at her.
She looked at him.
For several seconds, they just held each other’s gaze.
And then he looked away.
“Listen, Dana, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
“I love you, too,” she said. Shit, she’d just said that.
He took a step backwards, as if her words made it impossible for him to keep his balance.
She hugged her knees tighter to her chest.
“You don’t… You don’t have to say that,” he said.
“I mean it,” she said, but her voice was strange, and she was more frightened by saying that out loud that she’d been of anything in her life. She was in love with Cole. After everything he’d done, she loved him.
There was definitely something wrong with her.
He swallowed.
“And I don’t want you to go away and leave me alone,” she said.
He sat down on the couch next to her. He put his head in his hands.
“I want us to be together,” she said. “All of us. You, me, and our daughter.”
“Could that even work?” he said. “That couldn’t work.”
“How do you know that?”
He gave her a look of wild terror, and then he pulled her into his arms, and his mouth was fierce on hers.
She molded herself against him, and suddenly they were a tangle of arms and legs on the couch, twined into each other as they kissed.
He pulled away. “You want me around?” It was like he couldn’t believe it.
She smiled. “Yes.”
He smiled. “God, I want that too.”
Her heart was going to burst. It felt strange, and it felt terrifying, but it felt right too, deep through her—her body, her wolf, her heart, her soul.
They stretched out, feet at the bottom of the couch, Cole’s arm around her, her face buried against his shoulder.
His hand smoothed over her back. “I want to know her, Dana. I want to be there. It’s weird, because I never thought I’d ever want anything like that, and I don’t know if I’m wanting it the right way, but I want it. I want both of you.”
She snuggled close, the feeling of rightness embracing her, making her feel buoyant. “Well, that’s what we’ll do then. It’ll be the three of us, and we’ll be together.”
He squeezed her tighter. “I’m afraid I’ll fuck it up.”
“You won’t,” she said. “You’re different than you
used to be. I’m different too. And that’s why we have to be together now, because we don’t fit anywhere else except with each other.”
“You really think that?”
“I do.”
He was quiet, slowly rubbing her back. Then, in a wondering voice, “I’m going to be a father.”
“You already are a father.”
“Not really,” he said.
“Cole, just because your father was a bad man doesn’t mean that you’ll hurt Piper. You’re nothing like Jimmy.”
He peered at her. “Are you sure about that?”
“Yes,” she said. “Even when you go off the rails, you do it the opposite of him. He wanted lots of women, you only want me. He needed power. You need…”
“You,” he said. “I need you.”
“You have me.”
He kissed her forehead. “This can really happen?”
“Yes,” she said.
And they just held each other.
* * *
Cole held Dana close as he turned on the phone. He found himself unwilling to let go of her. What she’d done to him in the basement had broken him—but in a good way, because when he was hurtling through space, completely out of control, she’d caught him, anchored him, and now…
He’d never felt so near to her in his entire life, not even when he’d been inside her body. This was a different kind of nearness, and he felt it in the same way he felt that he loved her. It was alien to him, but it wasn’t uncomfortable because it was so pleasant.
For her part, she didn’t seem to want to let go of him either, and that doubled the sweetness of it. It amazed him, because the sweetness was already infinite, but with every moment that he saw she was happy too, it got more intense, and he’d never felt anything quite like it.
“I love you,” he whispered to her again as the phone powered up.
She kissed his cheek. “I love you, too.”
Hearing her say that was probably the most amazing thing in the universe.
They both peered at the screen. At first, it was blank, but then, as the phone connected, a notification for a new text message flashed.
Cole selected it.
Deedee says you can call her. Use this number, it read. The number followed.
“Is that good?” said Dana.
“Very good,” he said. “If she’s trusting me to have her number beforehand, it’s a good sign. She’s making herself and her location vulnerable.”
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