“Maybe. But not yet.” She licked and bit her way around his upper body, intending to deliver some sensual torture until he was desperate and on the verge of losing control. Between groaning and growling and making efforts to placate her, he struggled against the bonds.
“Roni, let me up, and I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
“But this is fun.” She raked her teeth over her claiming mark, eliciting a low growl from him. Crawling a little farther up the bed, she dangled her breasts over his face. He latched on tight to a nipple, sucking hard enough to make her pussy clench. Then he held it firmly between his teeth while flicking it with his tongue.
“Untie me so I can play with them.”
She sat upright. “No.”
He growled warningly. “Come here. I want to touch you.” It wasn’t a request. It was an order. She was his to touch. Neither Marcus nor his wolf liked being denied access to what was his.