battle for dominance and submission as they
tested each other’s boundaries and responses.
Kaitlin flopped backwards on the
bed, her body aching nicely from Rhys’ ministrations. They’d spent the better
part of the past four hours having sex and she’d learnt some things about
herself she’d not know. Like the fact she liked being tied up or handcuffed.
Rhys collapsed beside her on his
front.
Her eyes were caught by the deep
red welts on his body where she’d dug her finger nails into his back, along
with every other inch of available skin, and bit her lip. She’d never been so
animalistic in bed before. Not during their previous couplings and not with
Tito, either. She’d bit and scratched Rhys at every opportunity and his body
showed every single wound.
It unnerved her.
He turned his head a fraction until
he was looking at her and gave her a sexy smile, his amber eyes smiling
tenderly.
Glancing away from him, she looked
across the room to the lights of the city spread out before them through the
floor to ceiling windows.
His hand covered hers, lightly
stroking the skin on the back of her hand. “What’s up, Kaitlin?”
With a soft exhalation, she
gestured to the marks on his body, “I can't believe I did that to you.”
Rhys’ body shook as he chuckled. “Cat,”
he said softly. “This is the work of a mate. It seems your puma is finally
coming around to the idea of us together.” He grinned devilishly, “Did it never
occur to you that that was what all that rolling around and my domination of
you was about? The puma wanted me to prove that I was worthy. If you’d have
won, well…you’d have been free to walk away; an Alpha female.”
Strangely, it made perfect sense.
There was one thing that surprised her though; the fact that the puma had
channelled through her instead of taking over did. Did it mean that now she was
out from under the control of her father that she and the puma would sync
properly?
“So, it’s perfectly normal?”
He nodded his head against the
pillow, a smile playing about his lips. Rhys’ gaze dropped to her throat, his
eyes heating, “It’s perfectly normal to want to place your mark on something
you consider yours.”
Kaitlin’s pulse raced as she
recognised the look. Tilting her head towards him, she bared her throat and
turned her shoulder towards him, offering him her neck to mark.
Eyes growing heavy lidded, he
pushed up and turned to face her. His hands brushed her hair out of the way and
his index finger traced the column of her throat feather-light. “This will
hurt; are you sure?”
Locking her gaze with his she
nodded.
Rhys pulled her closer and lowered
his lips to her throat. His tongue lightly traced her skin and then she felt
the press of lengthened incisors. A sharp cry left her when they punctured her
skin and she gasped for breath as they sunk deep into her flesh. They were
quickly removed and she felt the gentle press of lips against the wound.
Damn, that hurt but it was worth it
for everyone to know she belonged to Rhys.
Chapter 12
Kaitlin awoke early the next
morning and slid out of bed, trying not to wake Rhys who was spooned around
her. She slipped out of his arms and heard him mutter in his sleep as he
reached out to pull her back against him but she quickly rolled from the bed to
her feet and paused, watching him. He shifted restlessly for a second before
stilling, soft snores leaving him.
She smiled and snatched up the
clothes she’d arrived in yesterday realising she hadn't grabbed anything else
before they’d left her parents’ house.
She’d have to shop. She couldn't
wear the same things all the time. Kaitlin grimaced at the thought as she
pulled the t-shirt over her head before tugging the jeans on too.
Creeping on silent feet across the
room she let herself out into the hallway and headed to the far door. Listening
at the door, she didn’t hear anything and crept inside, her bladder ready to
burst as she
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