What the Cuff? by Celia Kyle

Author:Celia Kyle
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Tags: General Fiction
Publisher: Summerhouse Publishing
Published: 2012-08-28T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

Caleb's cock throbbed from unsatisfied arousal and ached with the need to be inside Lyssa. So long…so long he'd waited for this moment and he'd be damned if he ruined everything by making love to her like a two-pump chump.

He rolled from the bed, away from the temptation of her bound body and searched through the bedside table's drawer.

"Hey!" She protested, straining against the silver and steel holding her captive. "What?"

He sifted through the drawer's contents, the vibrators and dildos, small tubes of lubricant and condoms…searching. He seriously should have organized this drawer long ago. Finally, he found what he'd been looking for and held them up for her inspection.

"Scissors?" she squeaked.

A little afraid. He liked her like that. A little off-balance, unsure. Lyssa was always in control, always. And now it was his turn to take the reins.

"Yup. I'm getting you naked, but I'm sure as hell not going to let you free. Not yet." He smirked at her and knelt on the bed, soft mattress dipping beneath his weight.

"Caleb…I'm not sure about this." Her worried statement ended on another squeak and he smiled wider.

With tender hands, he tugged her dress down, pulling the material taught. "What aren't you sure about, Lyssa?" He opened the scissors, placing the material between the two blades. "Being with me?"

He watched her watch him and waited for her answer, breath caught in his throat. He knew what he'd heard moments ago, but with Lyssa, and her wolf, she could change her mind in half a heartbeat.

She shook her head no.

"Did the wolf decide I'm not your mate after all?"

She growled in response and his cock twitched. Damn, he was a twisted fuck. A man who got off on his woman growling at him, basically threatening bodily harm for his question.

He closed the scissors over the silken material of her dress and the blades cut through it like a hot knife through butter.

One snip and he readied the blades for cut number two. "You have a problem with me? Me loving you?"

Lyssa snapped at him then, pulling the chains taught, chest thrust forward while her neck strained toward him, teeth biting on air.

He leaned forward and kissed the tip of her nose, just to piss her off a little. "Okay, so what's the problem, baby?"

He closed the scissors again, slicing through more fabric, inching his way up the swath of cloth she called a dress. As thin as it was, he likened it to a nightgown more than something to wear to the office. Higher he went, exposing more of her pale flesh to his gaze. With each inch, his cock throbbed harder, aching to fill her. But not yet.

Upper thighs exposed, he licked his lips. Soon, soon he'd get up close and personal with the downy covered pussy that had teased him moments ago. He'd lick and nip her labia, tongue searching for her tiny clit, and he'd suck and lick her so good. Make her come so hard for him.

On edge, he didn't dare touch her skin for fear of losing the thread of control he still held.

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