Monday, September 10, 2012
50 Shades of Gray Wolf
Posted by Pat C.
She nodded. Biting her lower lip, she held her silence while he bound her arms over her head with the leather leashes from the pet store. He attached the last leash, a slim chain, to the studded collar she wore as her sole article of clothing. He jerked on this leash to lift her head. She couldn’t see his face, due to the blindfold he’d tied over her face, but she could smell his arousal, hot and musky and male. It mingled with her own blast of eager heat, and she bit down even harder on a moan.
Her captor sniffed her ass, and chuckled. “Ready to go, I see. Remember, you asked for this.”
Their mutual panting, and the crinkle of paper, were the only sounds in the room. With no warning the rolled-up newspaper struck Evie on the ass. “Bad girl. You’re such a bad little bitch.”
Yes yes yes, she yipped in her head. She squirmed on the bed and bit the pillow to keep from crying out. Just when she thought her ass would catch fire, the spanking stopped. She held her breath and waited.
She’d begun to wonder if he'd left the room when he said, “What do I do now?”
The tone of his voice told her he’d broken character. She took her cue from that and risked speaking. “Whatever you want. That's the idea.”
“I’m not sure how to proceed from here. You know I’m a front man.”
“Then turn me over. Do I have to draw a map?”
“All right if I untie you? I want you thinking about me, not how much your arms hurt.”
Evie sighed and twisted onto her side. She raised her head in the general direction of Graryson Chase’s voice. Screw this. She rubbed her upper arm against the blindfold until she’d dislodged it enough to see his face. All the movement pulled on her shoulder muscles. Maybe Chase had a point.
He looked down at her in concern. He was bare-chested, but wore tight chinos. He rubbed his hand nervously up and down the rolled-up newspaper. The suggestive action got her panting all over again. If only he was doing it deliberately.
“Are you sure this is what they did in the book?” he said.
“I don’t know. I haven’t read it yet.”
“But you’ve been telling me—”
“I only had a chance to skim it. We can’t keep it on the shelves. The library’s got three copies and they’re all on reserve. The waiting list is three weeks long.”
“Huh.” Chase tapped the paper against his palm. It made little thups that got Evie’s juices flowing. “And this is how humans have sex? Through dominance and humiliation?”
“It’s not that much different from wolf sex.”
“Good point. All right, then. We’re doing this my way. Since you didn’t even bother to read the book, you won’t know the difference.”
Evie writhed her smarting butt against the sheets. At last!
First he untied her. He took his time, and he was careful to touch her as little as possible. He held himself off when she tried to rub against him. The son of a mutt, he knew how much she loved skin-to-skin contact. When her growl got too aggressive he nipped her shoulder in warning. His own growl sent a shiver down her spine.
“We won’t need this either,” he said, working the blindfold off and up over her head. He tossed it carelessly toward a corner. “I want to see your eyes. They turn the most amazing shade of gold right before you come. Like warm honey.” He yanked abruptly on the chain leash, forcing her head up and toward his, only inches away. “You’re going to look at me the whole time. You’re going to see only me.”
She risked a quick flick of her tongue over his lips. The sound he made in response was more growl than hiss. His fascinating eyes—one human blue, one shifter gold—burned with desire for her. They took her breath away.
No more tricks tonight. Only Grayson Chase could make a coyote abandon her nature and go honest.
As if he’d read her mind, he gave the leash a little teasing tug. “This stays. There’s something really hot about a coyote in a collar.”
“We’re children of Chaos. We don’t take to control very well.”
“Too bad. Wolves are all about control. We’re probably the most regimented species on the planet.”
“That’s what makes it fun.” Evie rubbed her cheek against his throat, then licked the pulse hammering there. “Watching the wolf lose control.”
He shoved her down onto the bed. “We’ll see about that.”
She’d never admit it, but Evie was glad he’d untied her. Getting assaulted by a randy wolf wasn’t half as exciting if she couldn’t assault him back. Those silly monkeys. What did they know about sex?
Though she’d heard some interesting things about the Anita Blake series. Human/shifter sex. She’d have to check into that.