Chapter 104
Taking a long, impatient stride, Christian closed the distance between them in a blur of predatory grace. His hand seized the nape of her neck with rough possession, bending her back over his powerful arm. The other hand claimed her breast, squeezing with dominant hunger as his mouth descended like a starving wolf. He latched onto her swollen nipple, sucking hard.
Fleur cried out, her voice breaking on his name. "Oh God, Christian—"
Her fingers tangled desperately in his thick, dark hair, pressing him closer, craving more of the sharp pleasure that shot straight to her core. The mate bond flared hot between them, amplifying every sensation until she felt drunk on him.
His teeth grazed the sensitive peak before biting down just hard enough to tear a scream from her throat. The flash of pain melted instantly as his warm tongue soothed the sting, slow and deliberate. Every thought in Fleur’s mind dissolved, leaving only the sweet, burning ecstasy her devil of a mate could summon.
"Fuck, baby... you’re so damn sexy," he growled against her skin, frustration and raw need thickening his voice. "I can’t control myself around you." The wolf inside him raged at his own weakness—she had awakened the beast he tried so hard to leash. "Now you’ll bear the consequences of provoking a demon."
He attacked her other nipple with even greater ferocity, teeth and tongue driving her wild. A surge of feminine triumph flooded Fleur’s chest. She had brought this powerful alpha—this crazy werewolf—to his knees. For a fleeting moment, she reveled in the power she held over him, the way she could make him forget his cold distance and burn only for her.
But her joy was short-lived.
Christian rose with a low snarl, scooped her up, and tossed her over his broad shoulder as if she weighed nothing. His long legs ate up the distance toward the staircase.
"Where are you going?" Fleur gasped, blood rushing to her head, her eyes level with the flexing muscles of his back and the tight, sculpted curve of his ass.
SMACK!
A hard, stinging slap landed on her bare bottom.
"You know that pretty tongue of yours will always get you into trouble," he grunted, never breaking stride as he carried her upstairs.
"But... what did I do?" she asked innocently, though the bite of her lip gave away her mischief.
SMACK!
Another sharp spank made her yelp. His voice dropped to a husky growl. "You should have thought twice before calling me here and provoking the wolf. Never play with fire, baby."
She opened her mouth to tease him further, but the words never came.
His heavy hand rained down on her already tender ass in a relentless rhythm, turning the soft flesh a deep, glowing red. His fingerprints bloomed across her skin like a brand. He didn’t stop until they reached the bedroom, her plump cheeks throbbing with delicious heat.
With a forceful push, he tossed her onto the bed. Fleur’s heart hammered as she looked up at him, a rabbit caught in the gaze of its predator. Her body tingled with anticipation, ass burning, core aching.
"Come here," he commanded, voice low and authoritative.
She obeyed without hesitation, crawling toward him on the sheets, every movement deliberate and sensual.
Christian’s hungry gaze devoured her naked form. He caught her chin, tilting her face up so their eyes locked—gold-flecked wolf eyes meeting her wide, trusting ones.
"Good girl," he murmured. He yanked his silk tie from around his neck and gathered her wrists, binding them securely behind her back. The smooth fabric tightened, heightening her vulnerability.
"Christian, what—" she started, panic flickering.
"Shhh," he whispered, pressing a finger to her lips, then leaning close to her ear. "I warned you not to play with fire. Afraid now, little mate?" His tone was dark velvet, teasing. "Do you regret summoning me?"
Her breathing grew ragged as she considered the delicious danger. Could she truly trust him with her body and heart—completely at his mercy? The answer rose from the deepest part of her soul, warm and certain.
"I’m not afraid of you, Christian," she breathed, biting her lip seductively.
He cursed softly, the wolf stirring visibly in his darkening eyes.
"Then tell me, sweetheart... what do you want?"
"I want you," she whispered, voice thick with desperate need.
"Good." A predatory growl rumbled in his chest. "Now you’ll get everything you asked for."
He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, folded it, and tied it carefully over her eyes, plunging her into darkness. Her heartbeat spiked with a heady mixture of fear and intoxicating excitement. Without sight, her other senses sharpened dramatically—the mate bond humming louder, the air thicker with his intoxicating, spicy-wild scent.
The bed dipped as he climbed over her. His warm breath ghosted across her skin, raising goosebumps everywhere his hands roamed. Feather-light touches traced her curves, worshipping and teasing every inch of her body until she trembled uncontrollably.
His wet tongue licked a slow path up her throat, then nibbled her chin. Her lips parted on a moan as he traced their shape before claiming her mouth in a frenzied, devouring kiss. Tongues tangled, teeth clashed, and their shared hunger burned brighter than the moon.
His lips soon left hers, traveling downward in a scorching trail. Blind and bound, every sensation was magnified. She cried and moaned as his wicked mouth kissed, licked, and sucked every sensitive curve. When he reached her thighs, strong hands parted them wide. Fleur screamed in ecstasy as his mouth descended on her dripping pussy, devouring her with rough, possessive hunger.
Her back arched violently off the mattress. Her legs kicked wildly until he pinned them beneath his powerful body, holding her completely open. Thick, calloused fingers parted her folds and plunged deep inside her slick heat. The combination of his relentless mouth and thrusting fingers overwhelmed her. With her hands tied and eyes covered, her body had become impossibly sensitive, every stroke and lick pushing her closer to the edge of oblivion.
The mate bond sang between them—primal, unbreakable, and utterly consuming.
