“Fuck. I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight than you tied up and on your knees before me. Are you with me, Tegan?”

Looking up from his c**k and into his face she nodded, licking her lips.

“Good. Suck my cock.” Taking a step forward, he held himself at an angle where she could take him into her mouth.

His taste burst though her, lighting up all her nerve endings, making her feel so alive it was shocking. She had to have more of him. Eagerly she rocked herself back and forth, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could, over and over.

“Yes. Oh yes, Tegan. Your mouth is so good. Keep me nice and wet. Oh yeah, that’s the way.”

She fell into a dreamy rhythm as she sucked and licked his cock, wanting to bring him as much pleasure as he’d given her.

Ben looked down at Tegan and while she might have been the one physically on her knees, she’d taken him emotionally to his. The sight of her here—bound for his pleasure, her lips wrapped around his cock, that gorgeous hair tumbled about her shoulders—spoke to him.

He was forty years old. She wasn’t the first beautiful woman he’d topped or been with naked but he’d never, ever felt this level of intensity for anyone before. Not even Sarah had made him burn this way.

A deep, nearly feral need burned within him for this woman and he had no idea where it came from but he could not get enough of her. The taste of her honey still coated his lips and hands and he wanted more.

When her eyes opened and she rolled them up to catch his gaze he sucked in a breath and pulled away from her, delighting in her disappointed pout.

“I need to be inside you, Tegan. Are you still with me?” He wanted to be sure they were on the same page. Later on he’d rely on her use of the safeword more but he wanted to know her better first, know her limits and her likes and dislikes. It would take a while for them to both get comfortable with each other completely.

“Oh God, yes. Please.”

He smiled. “Let me help you up. I want you to ride me with the ropes on.” He helped her to stand and then got on the bed, taking her weight as she got on after him and moved to straddle his body.

“Wait, let me get a condom.”

She shook her head vehemently. “No. You don’t need one. I’m not at my fertile time and we don’t carry STDs. Please.”

Like he was going to argue with that?

She straddled him and he held the head of his c**k so she could sink down on him, and each let out a long, shuddering moan as he filled her completely.

He watched the muscles in her thighs bunch and flex as she pulled her body up his c**k and then ease back down. Her br**sts swayed slightly with the movement, nicely framed by the rope. His hands burned to touch her and he gave in, sliding his palms up her thighs and belly, over the rope to her ni**les, pinching and rolling them until she writhed on him.

“Such sensitive ni**les. I’m tucking that away for next time. I wonder if I can make you come just from licking and playing with them?”

Her only response was a desperate whimper.

But he was already close from paddling that ass to a pretty shade of pink, seeing her honey rain down her thighs. And he’d eaten her sweet pu**y until she’d come screaming into the blankets. By the time she’d undressed him, his c**k literally throbbed for her.

The forty minutes he’d taken to bind her had sent her right into ropespace and he’d gotten off just watching, feeling the rope in his hands, against her skin, listening to her breath slow. And then she’d sucked his c**k like she was starving for him.

Ben was quite sure he’d never been so f**king turned on in his entire life. Wetting two of his fingers, he found her clit, still swollen and begging for attention. Slowly but surely, he teased it with the tip of his finger, adding a bit more pressure each time until she rocked forward, grinding herself against him. When he gently plumped her clit between his thumb and forefinger, her head fell back and she bit her bottom lip as he felt her pu**y begin to clutch and flutter around him with orgasm.

He took over then, thrusting up into her, holding her hips as he did to get as deep as he could until climax burst through him with blinding intensity as he emptied himself deep into her, naked c**k to naked pu**y.

But it kept on, wave after wave until he felt as if he’d surely drown in her and when he opened his eyes, the world shifted and he saw a look of utter wonder on her face just before he lost consciousness.

“Shit!” Tegan didn’t want to break free of the rope but she was worried about Ben so she reached down and pulled her wolf toward the surface enough to muscle through the ropes. Hands tingling and arms asleep, she pulled herself off his c**k reluctantly and shook herself to get feeling back while saying his name.

Jumping out of bed, Tegan rushed into her bathroom, coming back with a wet washcloth that she pressed over his face until he began to return to consciousness.

Smiling at him, she kissed his forehead. “Are you all right?”

“Did you just f**k me into unconsciousness?” Startled, he sat up and saw the rope.

“Sorry. I broke free, I was worried about you. We can go to Monk’s together and buy some new rope. Are you feeling better?”

“What the hell happened?” He put a hand to his forehead and then looked at her, realizing how different he felt. “Tegan?”

She took a deep breath. “Well, uh, do you want a drink first?”

“Did you just change me into a werewolf?”

She rolled her eyes. “I’d never do that without your permission! Okay, so the short of it is, you and I have just mated.”