Anger mixed with arousal. He snapped at her, surprising himself. “I am not your sub, mate. Undo these now before I shift and break them myself.” She pulled back and climbed up his body in a sexy crawl.

She leaned close and he saw the flickering of anger there. “Do it and I’ll stop. We do this my way or we don’t do it at all.”

Lyonis twisted his hands against the thick rope. He could shift and tear these things off easily, but a part of him held back. He saw something in her eyes, some gentle beseeching look. She looked so vulnerable, and then in a blink it was gone.

Lyonis gritted his teeth with the need to take, the need to tear through the shackles and master her. Somehow he tampered it down because of that fragile look in her eyes. He needed to learn what it was, needed to fix it so she may wholly accept him as her mate. She should never have to look at him with those broken eyes again.

Leaning forward, his lips a breath away, he growled, “Then sit on my cock, sica tawicue.” Her eyes flared with heat and desire.

He didn’t expect her to listen, but she did. She climbed over his hips then began to torture him in a way that would surely kill him.

Her lithe body, supple with muscle and curves, tan from sunlight, leaned against him, her mouth searching for his throat. He tightened instinctually, arms flexing against the binds as her lips and teeth found his throat. At the first bite, he was shaking with the need to toss her down and mount her. Her bite was an Alpha’s bite, dominating, meant to put him in his place. She opened wide and bit down, sinking her teeth in until his skin filled her mouth. Did she even realize what she was doing? She released him and only then could he breath normally again.

Her tongue licked a path down his chest where she scattered kisses across it. Lyonis slammed his eyes shut at the feeling of uselessness, at the helplessness that assaulted him; it went against everything he was.

She found his nipple and kissed it until it hardened under her soft, warm lips. She teased it with her tongue and his cock raged against her inner thigh like a throbbing pulse. He growled at her, a reprimand but he only felt her smile against him.

“Touch me,” he said huskily. She moved to the other nipple and flicked it until his balls weighed heavily between his legs.

“I am.” He could hear the smile in her voice and wanted to snap the damn rope. A part of him recognized that she needed this. Needed him this way. With shaking arms, he kept still as she kissed across his chest, stroked up and down his sides and stomach.

“Lovely,” she breathed. A part of him was thrilled that his mate was finally, willingly, touching him.

“My cock,” he choked. God he needed her touch there more than his next breath. Her soft laughter breathed against his neck as she pressed her lips there. Soft, warm hands enveloped his cock and his breath froze in his lungs. She squeezed him in her double-fisted grip then stroked him up and down.

“Is this what you wanted?” she teased. Lyonis almost groaned. Who was this playful vixen? He didn’t know but he was starting to like this side of her.

“Not exactly.” She squeezed the head of him and wet her palm with his leaking cum. It was incredible even as it bordered on painful.

“Oh?” Her voice was sweet as an angel’s. “How so?” She reached further down and cupped his sac in her palm, rolling and molding the flesh to her hand. It was on the tip of his tongue to respond but then she started pumping him faster. He bit his lip hard to keep from blowing his load right there.

“Sit on my cock now, Willow, before I tear through these fucking ropes and take you how I want.” Her eyes lit up with heat, her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

“And how do you want it, Lyonis?” He did groan this time, his balls pulling tight at the sound of his name from her. God, was that the first time she’d ever called anything other than Alpha? He liked it—a lot.

“I want to toss you on your hands and knees and take you with your hair in my hand, your ass cradling cock.” He watched the desire glow in her eyes and triumph filled him. She did want that. He planned to deliver on it too.

She worked his cock faster, the moisture from the leaking tip smoothing the way. Breathing became difficult as his release neared. The sight of her bare above him, breasts shaking, nipples hard, sent him even closer to the ledge.

“Going to come,” he growled, throwing his head back, body tightening like a bowstring. Her soft pants teased his ears; her soft thighs quivered and tensed tightly on either side of his. She kept pumping him as his cock grew thicker in her hand. A harsh groan left him as his cum boiled in his balls and started to shoot up through his body.

Then her hands were gone. Gasping, shaking on the verge of release, Lyonis glared at the hungry satisfaction in her eyes. His release flowed back down, his cock a stiff mass in front of her.

“You little—”

Her soft hands settled on his chest then she lifted her core above him. Poised above him, she nestled his hard tip at her core. They both hissed as she slowly sat on him. He felt her tissues spread to accommodate him. She was wet and hot, soft everywhere it counted as she planted him to the hilt. His retreating orgasm reared up again, threatening to shoot inside her.

“Willow,” he choked. He pulled against the bindings, desperate to move her, to throw her down and take her.

She moaned a beautiful blush blooming over her chest and neck. Her thighs started pumping then, working his cock in and out of her. Lyonis’ body flexed hard beneath hers to stave off his release, but she would have none of it.

She took him faster, dragging his cock through her soft sex repeatedly; muscles tightened, milking and teasing him to spill inside her. She was beautiful to watch. A sexy little tease moving above him with soft-lidded eyes, a wild mess of golden hair around her shoulders.

Her hands reached him to grip his hair. The sensation was erotic as the strands almost pulled to the point of pain. This new position sent wild, hot thoughts scattering through his mind. She was in charge, but he was supposed to be. The savage side he kept tampered down for her this whole time roared awake like a bear waking to an intruder.

He pumped his hips savagely against her. A delighted, sexy cry left her as his flesh slapped against hers. He growled with fierce triumph as her flesh quivered around him with the onslaught of her release. The hands in his hair tightened into desperate fists.

Suddenly, she tore her hands away from him, sitting up straight on him and burying him deep so he couldn’t thrust without tossing her around. Her smile was naughty as she looked at him.

Panting she said, “I don’t think so.” Sweat dripped down his temples, palms wet as he fisted his hands.

“End this,” he demanded. She smiled at him all too easily, sending a warning off in his head.

Then she braced herself with one hand on his chest and started rolling her hips against him. The drag and tug on his cock sent him panting, made her breathing deep and heavy. Her sex pressed hard against him as she rolled and thrust against him.

In a piercing cry, she tossed her head back in a flash of golden hair.

“Fuck,” he groaned as her sex started squeezing around him. Her little fingernails dug into his chest, thighs digging tight around his own. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen as she shivered and trembled on top of him .

Her pussy stroked him in the perfect way. Grinding his hips against her, he groaned long and hard as his cock started pulsing.

Yes! Finally!

As his seed boiled and shot up, she suddenly came off him, the scream of denial was on the tip of his tongue. But she knelt down and started pumping his cock with her fist. She opened her mouth and darted out her tongue to lick his swollen head. Lyonis couldn’t hold it any more. He shouted as cum started shooting into her mouth. His heart raged a thunderous beat as she stroked him fast, wringing long surges from him and coating her tongue with it.