Just as the man stood straight, heading right for them, a black Navigator pulled right in front of them. The doors opened and two very pissed off looking men stepped out. Oh, fuck. Cecil was about to get them killed.
Dakota and Maverick approached their windows.
“Get out,” the Alpha commanded Blair.
Blair slid out as Maverick took his place. Shooting a glance at the Hummer, the guy was nowhere to be seen. Blair climbed into the passenger side of the Navigator as Dakota climbed into the driver’s seat.
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Not a word was spoken as they drove home.
Well, damn. He didn’t even get his burger and fries. Dakota silently marched him straight upstairs.
“Take your clothes off.” Dakota directed. “Everything.”
“Man,” Blair bit out under his breath as he did what he was told.
Cecil owed him big time for this. Dakota looked like he could chew nails. Wasn’t good at all. He’d take a horny wolf over a pissed off one any day, but it looked like he was getting both right now.
“Lie on your back and put your hands above your head.” As Blair did exactly that, Dakota went to his closet, coming back with two belts. Oh, shit! Was he about to be beaten?
Dakota secured his wrists to the bed then pulled on them to make sure they were tight. “Do they hurt?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Dakota reached down and pulled up one of Blair’s legs, his canines extended, Blair’s cock slapped his lower stomach as it came to life. Dakota grazed his calf, skating his teeth from ankle to knee, sending goose bumps racing up to his cock.
“Bite me, please.” Blair whined in a sex-induced voice.
“If my mate wants to be a felon, he takes the punishment. No biting.” Dakota nipped but didn’t break skin. Blair was going crazy, he wanted his mate to sink his teeth in. No biting?
“Then I want a lawyer. I plead not guilty. Now bite me, dammit!”
Dakota just chuckled, continuing his nonaggressive assault. Blair tried to push his leg into Dakota’s mouth and force him to break skin, but Dakota was way ahead of him.
“Behave.”
“Where’s the fun in that? Please, mate, bite me.”
“No.”
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“Then untie me, tease. I can’t take this.”
“No.”
Blair began to struggle, pulling his arms down, trying to pull the belts free, but Dakota had secured them firmly. They weren’t budging. Dakota slapped his thigh hard, and Blair keened. It sounded so needy.
“I said behave.” Dakota crossed his arms over his chest. “You do understand what you did today put yourself and the Alpha’s mate at risk not only for kidnapping, but any other potential threat?”
“No.” Blair’s voice was all innocent.
“Ah, my mate adds another charge. Lying.” Dakota reached for the nightstand, grabbing a thin piece of twine and began to tie precise knots around Blair’s cock and balls. “Now, you will not come until I allow it.”
Dakota bit down hard into Blair’s thigh muscle, Blair screamed.
He could feel his balls swelling, and his cock was throbbing. Dakota raised his head, reached across and bit into the other thigh.
“Please, oh, please. Let me come. I’ll promise anything you want.” Blair knew he would give Dakota the moon if he would rip that damn rope off of his cock. The pain sent him to new heights, but he couldn’t find release. He would have to remember to steal another car.
Dakota sealed the wounds and kissed his way up to Blair’s ass crack then thrust Blair’s legs back and nipped his ass cheeks. Blair was still begging.
Blair watched as Dakota stripped his clothes off and grabbed two more belts. He tied them around Blair’s ankles and secured them to the headboard as well. Blair felt like a human contortionist.
He watched as Dakota grabbed something pink out of the drawer and the bottle of lube. He craned his neck to see, but with his legs pulled over his head, it was impossible. Dakota climbed off the bed, standing at his shoulder.
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