Page 70 of Blade

“You…” Sounding like he wanted to laugh again, Henley went back to barely rocking against me as he kissed my neck again. “You were like that before too. You’d…you’d stretch out on me and you’d stay right there with me. I…I loved that part even if it was confusing.”

“Because you knew I was your mate.” Nibbling on the slim column that seemed wonderfully sensitive, I smiled as he whined and tried to buck against me. “The physical side is important, but when I was stuck, just being with you like that was enough to make my shifter side incredibly happy.”

Probably because Henley just hadn’t been in the right form for my shifted side to see him as truly sexually compatible.

Moaning, Henley nodded against me as he kissed the base of my neck. “I…I was happy too. You were right there with me and…and it felt right.”

Knowing he’d felt that bond even when he had no idea if we’d ever get me free had emotions prickling at the back of my eyes, but I pushed it back and focused on the needy man in my arms. “It was perfect, and this is just going to make it even more amazing.”

He’d feel steadier and happier to start…and because I was going to make him feel so good he’d never forget it.

Starting with kisses and skin-to-skin contact that would ease more of the stress he’d been carrying.

But he immediately started whining when I relaxed my hold. “No…tighter…”

My needy boy shook his head but calmed when I purred against him again. “That’s…cheating…I…”

Responded very well to it was probably what he was going to say, but I distracted him by nibbling on him again as I slowly worked his shirt up his chest. “Oh…that’s…”

Good enough he was willing to stop calling me a cheater.

He even sat up and raised his arms so I could slip the T-shirt over his head, but his gaze was foggy like he was distracted and couldn’t focus. It was much better than his previous anxiety. Henley tried to say something but it was lost in a moan as I ran my hands up his chest and over his nipples.

The bond was probably amplifying the sensations, and I loved the way his head fell back and his eyes closed. “That’s my good boy. You’re going to relax and let me touch you.”

The purely human sites I’d found put a significant amount of emphasis on repeating verbal consent as people continued in a new scene, but I could feel how much he wanted my touch. I’d know as soon as something bothered him, so I took charge and kept up the possessive touch that he seemed to love. “Sir…I…”

Whatever he was going to say was lost in another breathy moan as I circled the pads of my thumbs over his nipples. “Yes, this is what I wanted. Your body and those moans.”

Arching his chest out, it was a silent plea for more so I pinched them, giving them just enough of a sting to have pleasure rushing through him. I could smell how much he loved it, but I flicked the tips to get his attention. “Sounds, mate. Let me hear how it feels.”

I’d never been rewarded quite so well for being bossy, but my mate’s needy whimper went right through me and filled me up like never before. “Good boy. That’s my sweet mate.”

This time the word didn’t conjure up feelings of stress or thoughts of the future. He sighed again and his face smoothed out as I rewarded him with another pinch to his tender nubs. “That’s…please…yes…”

“Good boy.” Rolling the tips between my fingers, I let him writhe for me as I flooded him with painful pleasure. “Yes, rock for me. You’re so hard, aren’t you?”

I’d have killed for another hand, but just using my words to tease his cock got a shiver from him and his legs tightened around me. “Should I give it some attention? Soft and gentle, of course. I’ll just barely stroke it.”

Driving him crazy with the threat of being too sweet had him scrunching up his face and trying not to shake his head. It jerked too much and he was too dramatic for me to have missed it, though. “Please…touch me…more…I…”

Sending spikes of painful pleasure through him chased away more of his ability to think but he fought to get the words out as I pinched his nipples. “I need…harder…I…please.”

The words were clear but he made it even more obvious by reaching for his dick.

“No.” The stern voice a Dom I’d found online said to use seemed to send shock through him but it was quickly followed by another moan. “Who does that belong to?”

Whining, Henley forced his head up and his eyes open, looking wonderfully drunk on the pleasure filling him. “You, Sir.”

“That’s right.” Giving his nipples one more firm tug, I released them as his eyes tried to roll around like dice. “But since you knew the answer to that right away and showed me what a good boy you are, I’ll play rough with it. How does that sound?”

Blinking, Henley was fighting to think through what I was saying and what I was implying. “If…if it belongs to you, then you’ll…you won’t be too gentle?”

He was brilliant even when his brain was only half working. “That’s right. But if I have to share with you then I’m going to be nice with it.”

The logic was confusing enough that I knew why he frowned, but he must’ve liked something in it because he quickly nodded. “It…it belongs to you.”

“Good boy.” Kissing his cheek had him blushing but his embarrassment quickly shifted back to desire as I started exploring lower on his torso. “I’m going to take good care of it.”