Meeting his intoxicating stare straight on, I reach back, unhooking my bra, and his glare is there, burning fiercely, as it flutters to the ground. The air brushes against the pucker of my nipples, and my tummy fills with heat when I slide out of my panties and then toss them at him.
He catches the thin fabric in one hand, raises them to his nose, and inhales my scent.
God, I melt right there. The intensity and power oozing from him, those eyes…there’s no hope in hell I’m going to control him. But I can’t give up and succumb to him yet. Tonight I’m having all of Micah. The real Micah, not the man he created in the shadows of pain. And I haven’t reached that Micah yet. “So…” I move to the bed and pick up the bundle of black rope. “Tell me, what would you do with this?”
He pinches his mouth shut.
Stubborn man!
But I’m ready to battle tonight. Hell, I’ll fight with everything I have, because Micah wakes me up and makes me feel alive. I want to do the same for him. For always. Watching the way his shoulders tense up, I set to make it impossible to ignore me, and playfully drag the rope across my breasts, spotting his glare vanish, and his lips part. “Would you rub me like this?” I practically purr.
He gives me a slow nod, those deep eyes following my every move.
I unwind the bundle of rope and then wrap the binding around my wrist. “Is this how you would tie me up?”
“Yes.”
I note the slight tremble of his hands, when I gather the rope and circle the bundle around my taut nipple, giving him a moan to tempt him. “Why do you want to bind me?”
“To force you under my command so that your mind goes quiet.” He scrapes his teeth against his plump bottom lip, and I notice his visible deep swallow. One look a little lower and I see the bulge of his erection through his pants. “To make you not think of pleasing me, only of what you feel.” All that power is flowing out of him, nearly in my reach and freed from years of being hidden by shame. Warm wetness spreads out between my thighs as his murmur slides across me. “To own your pleasure.”
My insides are quivering in anticipation. I release the rope and pick up the nipple clamps. “What about these little things…” I hang the ball chain off my finger, feeling the cooler air brush across my puckered nipples. “What would these do to me?”
“Those give me four hands, instead of two.”
“Really?” I raise my brows, intent on making this moment more playful, and to cut through the tension filling the air. “Now, that sounds interesting.” I turn to the mattress again, leaning down, giving Micah a good look at my naturally hanging breasts. His low, throaty groan encourages me. “And this?” I pick up the black leather flogger and slap the tails across my palm. “What will this do to me?”
“Heat your skin, sensitize it.”
I slap my thigh with the leather tails. “And this?” I slap again, harder this time, leaving red marks, showing the force I can handle, demanding he see that he can’t break me. “What would this do?”
“Draw heat to where I want it.”
The deepness in his voice, the power there, and the way he’s visibly trembling for me sends the flogger falling out of my hand, onto the bed. My agreement seeps into the air between us, a thick heavy wave of reassurance he needs from me. “I’m yours, Micah. Let me give you everything.”
I see the exact second he accepts a small amount of his desires. He’s standing a little taller, chest puffed out, chin high, eyes directly on his target…me.
He takes one step…then two…closing the distance. Then my naked skin is against his hard, clothed body and his finger is tucked under my chin. “Why do you want this?” he asks firmly.
“I don’t want half of you,” I reply, breathless. “I need all of you.”
One brow arches while he keeps my chin in his grip, but uses the other hand to glide up my inner thigh. When his finger slides against wet flesh, a slow, dangerous smile arches his mouth, telling me he’s realized I’m not lying and that I want this. Badly. “All of me, hmm?” He takes my hand, tugging me away from the bed to the center of the room and begins to circle me. Slowly. Like a hunter sizing up his prey.
In that second, I feel a shift come over him, as if the final unbreakable wall is crashing down. The change from a man who fears his dominance to one who allows it to overtake him, a wolf finally accepting his place as alpha in the pack. I sense the difference all over my skin and throughout my tingling body. The hairs on my arms rise up, and I’m taking notice of his every move, hearing my heartbeat bang in my chest, as he drags his finger slowly down my spine. “Tell me, when did you buy all this?”
“Last night.”
A low rumble hums from his chest and he moves to my front, running a finger from my chin all the way down my chest to the top of my pubic line. “How did you know about what to buy? Experience?”
“No, a friend helped me.”
“And who is this friend?” he asks, dra
gging his touch back up again to trace over my jawline.
I nip at his finger. “That’s not for you to know.” I really don’t want him to know that after Juliet and I talked, she took me to a sex store and explained everything there, showing me how things felt by using them on either my hand or arm. There are some things Micah doesn’t need to know, that will forever be my dirty little secret.
“Hmm…I see,” he murmurs, grasping my chin. His eyes zero in on me the way he does, making me feel like he is seeing me fully, completely. “I need to know you have no doubts about this. None at all.”