Wild Temptation (Wild, #1)(55)

I look at the metal rings and meet his gaze again. Confidence boosts inside me, borne of knowing that the only place he can attach those is to his bed. “Yes.”

“Roll over and put your head on the pillows.”

I roll over and straighten on the bed. Tyler kneels next to me and clips one of the cuffs around one of my wrists. When I look up, he hooks the other around the back of one of the bars on his headboard. He clips the second one into place.

Going back to the drawer, he lifts up a key and sets it on the nightstand. “Any time, say stop and I will.”

Oh, I have no intention of saying stop.

His eyes crawl down my naked body. He removes his sweatpants, which he put on minus boxers. His cock springs to life, already semi hard, and he grabs the bullet from the side.

“I dreamed of this,” he murmurs against my neck. “Having you cuffed to my bed, naked, ready for me to enjoy. And I plan to—I plan to explore you with my hands, my tongue, and my little friend here.” He turns the bullet on and runs it below the curve of my breast. “And I’m going to enjoy it very, very much.”

“I dreamed of it, too,” I admit, my breath catching as he circles my nipple with the bullet.

“See? Perfect for me.” He flicks his tongue in the hollow spot at my collarbone. I shiver, his mouth and the bullet a heady mixture.

I shiver, his mouth and the bullet a heady mixture. He trails the bullet around both of my nipples, across the soft flesh of my breasts, and down my stomach. He draws lazy circles across it, dipping it into my navel now and then. It slides down to my bikini line in a tease that makes me clench. The whole time Tyler tastes my nipples, he’s seemingly oblivious to the part of my legs, the quiet begs from my mouth.

He lays the bullet, still vibrating, just above my bikini line and crawls down the bed. His hands circle my thighs and he parts my legs, hooking them over his shoulders.

He blows onto my aching pussy, the heat from his breath hitting me hard. I tug at the handcuffs, wanting his mouth there now.

“Don’t,” he whispers, looking up at me. “You’ll be sore. If you want them off, tell me.”

I shake my head. I don’t. Not really.

He slowly runs his tongue along my wet folds. My skin buzzes where the tiny vibrator is against it, and I buck my hips to get rid of it. Tyler pins them back down, his tongue pushing down on my clit. He takes his tongue away, reaches it inside me, and holy fuck.

He holds the bullet lightly against my clit as he licks and sucks his way around my pussy. Every inch of me is touched by his tongue except my clit. The bullet never moves, never wavers, and I can’t believe the tightness in my stomach. It feels like I’m going to—

Explode.

Tyler’s tongue stretches inside me as I come. I push my hips up, the pleasure too intense. I can’t move, can’t escape, and it only heightens the rush through my veins.

“That was my favorite yet,” he whispers. “Making you come.”

Keeping my legs hooked over his shoulders, he eases into me. This is how we fucked the first time, during what we thought would be our one-night stand.

He pushes deep into me, rubbing against my tender flesh, and kisses my calf. His hands are wrapped around my thighs to hold my legs in place as he fucks me. He reaches forward to palm my breasts, groaning.

“I love your tits. They’re just perfect for…” He squeezes them both hard and pinches my nipples.

I moan.

“Like that, babe? A bit rough?” He does it again, this time the pinch in time with his thrust inside, and I moan again.

The small sparks of pain from the pinches mingle with the heat coating my body. They’re painfully good, too good, and a third, softer pinch, has me arching my back into him. Mostly for what he was doing and partly so my hips tilt too.

Tyler swings my legs down and leans forward, one of his hands under my butt and holding it up. He nips his way up my neck until he reaches my ear and whispers, “You’re bad, Liv. You’re bad and I fucking love it.”

“I prefer wild,” I breathe out, finishing on a moan.

“You’re bad and you’re wild.” He picks up his pace. “You’re my wild, tempting bitch. Don’t go soft on me.”

I laugh, my fists clenching above my head. “Never.”

And when I come, it’s hard and it’s wild.





Angus looks at me like I’ve refused another one of his dead bird gifts.

“Oh, come on. Sean came in to feed you.”

His tail waves behind him.

“Angus. What if I buy you catnip? Will we be friends then?”

He hops off the counter and stalks away. He’s one pissed-off kitty.

“Do you often talk to your cat like he’s a human?” Tyler says from behind me, amused.