Without the use of his hands, he had to f**k into her with his tongue, his mouth pressed against the flesh of her pu**y hard and he used every bit of himself he could. No one could say he wasn’t taking the job seriously. A whimper escaped her when he lapped up the honey from her inner thighs and down over her perineum and the star of her rear passage and back up to her clit.

Over and over until she panted with her need to come. Her ni**les were hard as her fingers passed over them. “I’m touching my ni**les, Ben. Imagining your mouth on me here as well as on my pu**y.”

He groaned and sagged against her for a moment and she smiled as she watched.

Until he sucked her clit into his mouth, abrading it with his teeth very gently. It was the last bit of sensation she needed to push her into climax. Back bowing, a growl of pleasure rumbling from her, she came, pressing her pu**y into his face.

But he didn’t stop until she reached down with an exhausted hand and caressed his shoulder and murmured for him to stop. He did, his head resting on her thigh until she managed to undo his blindfold.

He looked into her eyes and held her gaze. In that moment he gave himself to her more than when he’d let her bind his wrists. She understood. He accepted the bond between them and while she was sure there’d be more fights, many, many more fights between them, she also knew there’d be no moments of doubt about what they were to each other.

Leaning down, she reached around him and undid his wrists. But instead of surging to take back over, he waited until she smiled and said, “Go on then. Take over.”

With a laugh, she found herself on his shoulder as he stood and then turned, tossing her to the mattress and diving after her.

His mouth met hers as his body covered her. Her taste slid from his mouth into her system, changed by adding his unique flavor to it.

“You’re a wicked, wicked little domme. That was f**king amazing, Tegan.” He spoke into her mouth before he kissed down her throat and to her ni**les. “And now you don’t have to imagine my mouth here,” he murmured before biting down just this side of pain.

Tegan arched with a gasp.

“But I’m not a switch. I’m the wicked, wicked dom and there’s only room for one of us in bed.” He chuckled and moved to his knees, pulling her thighs up and plunging into her without preamble.

Stars lit behind her closed eyelids as her body convulsed around his invading cock.

His hands slid down her torso over and over like he had to feel every single inch of her skin.

“I’ve missed you, Tegan. Missed feeling like this with you. Missed your voice and the way you smell. Missed the feel of your skin beneath my hands.”

Tears pricked her lashes as the depth of loneliness she’d felt since their fight five days before welled up. He gasped, caught in the pull of it, pressing deep into her body, his gaze locked with hers.

The hands sliding over her br**sts and stomach found her hands and their fingers locked as he f**ked into her body with ferocity and overwhelming tenderness all at once.

“Mine,” he whispered and she nodded.

“Mine,” she echoed.

He changed his angle, bringing his pubic bone over her clit, mashing against it with delicious friction as she spun out, letting the pleasure go and giving it to him through the link.

She heard him stutter a curse and thrust deeply as he came.

Chapter Nine

“We have to figure out the living situation, gorgeous.” Ben watched her as she pulled on her boots, strapping a knife to her calf. “I’m going to pretend I don’t see that.”

“Good, don’t look at this either.” She pulled on an under-arm holster and slid a sidearm into it.

“That cannot be legal.” He stood and held out a hand.

“What’s the hand for?”

“I want to see it.”

She gave him one of those explosive sighs of hers and cocked her hip. “To try and do something stupid like take it from me or because it’s a fabulously cool handgun?”

He laughed, unable to help himself. Funny that he’d ended up with a woman who was as rough and tumble as he was but who liked to be tied up and flogged too. Perfect.

Well except for the whole werewolf thing.

“The latter.”

Tegan handed it to him, butt first and he looked at it, trying not to oooh and aaaah. It was, exactly as she said, a fabulously cool handgun. And totally, absolutely illegal.

“Look, I know. I know, Ben and I’m sorry, I really am. There are going to be times when our worlds intersect. I’ll try and keep it to a minimum but if we’re going to live together and share our lives you’re going to see more things that are illegal in your world.”

He handed the gun back to her and she put it back in her under arm rig and pulled a zip-up sweatshirt on over it.

“I know. We’ll work it out. As long as it’s confined to wolf stuff, I can deal. We know, the human authorities do, that you’ve got your own system of laws and enforcement. I can accept the guns and knives and all the other stuff as long as it concerns your world. Humans on the street outside my house? Our worlds intersect and we’ll have to work that out.”

“You can’t kill a fully changed werewolf with regular bullets unless you use a lot of them. The ammo for this weapon is special, made to take down werewolves. Now, if a human got in my way and tried to hurt me or those I protect, I will use this on them. I’m not switching out to a regular handgun because you’d feel more comfortable. My job involves hurting or possibly killing people who pose a threat. You know that. As for the other, the humans on the street outside your house? Okay, we can work it out.”