Lorcan & Evette

Chapter Fifty-Six

"Consider this your warning." When she put the cuffs around his wrists, he winced. "They're made from silver."

"You seem prepared."

"You should consider yourself lucky." She patted his cheek, smiling wickedly all the while. "If I hadn't hated your kind so much a few years back, you wouldn't be getting laid now."

Fuck—there was no stifling his groan this time.

Thankfully, her chairs were made for this kind of thing. It'd suck if they broke. She straddled him on the chair, sensing she'd be having fun with this kind of power.

"You know, werewolf, I always felt it would be me on top." Fucking with Lorcan was going to be so much fun. "Obviously I wear the pants in this relationship."

"You little-" She shoved the bandana into his mouth, tying it around the back of his head as he glared at her.

"There." She squeezed his cheek. "No biting. I told you I'd get those fangs of yours sorted. What do you think of this setup? Are you not going to say anything?"

He glared heatedly as she moved onto his buttons. "I like you like this Lorcan. I don't think I've ever heard you so quiet. Nothing to say? I thought this would be the one time I couldn't stop you from talking, actually."

She popped another button open. "Just so you know, my pussy's so wet right now." His eyes narrowed. "What do you think of that?" At his ear, she mumbled, "I'm so wet for you Lorcan. Tell me what you'll do to me. Tell me what you want me to do to you."

She heard the growl around the bandanna.

She finished with the buttons of his shirt and pulled it open wide. When she pressed her hands to his bare chest, she felt the shiver that racked through his body.

"Are you sure there's nothing you want to tell me?"

His eyes were golden now. She loved the sight of them.

"I suppose the witch will just get on with this then since there's nothing you want to say. Honestly Lorc, I don't think I've ever seen you this quiet." She started on his belt, working on the buckle until each side dropped around him. Then his zipper—down.

Feeling benevolent, she pulled the gag out. "Something you want to say?"

"Just kiss me, evil witch."

"That's not very nice."

"Give me that whore mouth. I swear, I'll paint your arse red when you let me out."

"Hmm, you want to be kissed then?"

"Please, Evie."

She did so readily, her tongue fighting with his. He was pushing himself into it, his arms thrashing to touch her. Arms that couldn't move. She could feel the heat he was packing into the kiss. She felt his body stiffen beneath her. Her werewolf was ready and waiting.

The aching between her legs had started up already.

"And in answer to your question, your pretty little cunt is mine." Subtly, she ground her hips against his thigh. "You'd better be dripping for me pet."

"Fuck."

"Don't put it back on," he warned when she pulled away. "I need- Gods, I need to keep kissing you."

"Aren't you worried you'll mark me?"

He cast another longing glance at her neck. She tilted her head for him to better see it, earning herself an angry curse.

"Fucking hell, put it back in."

Yep. She was lost beyond reason for this werewolf. She'd be having him like this again someday. He wanted her forever. She'd be wanting him for just as long.