“Because we need to talk, and that” —he gestured to his hips— “is a major distraction. I don’t know what Justin was thinking, putting you in danger like this—”
“Why am I in danger?”
Jordan’s hands clenched and unclenched. “From me,” he rumbled. “I’m literally out of control right now, Wyatt. And I can’t stop thinking about whatever you might have been through. Who might have wounded you. I don’t want to be one of the alphas who hurt you. I don’t want to be a bad memory.”
He was worried... about me? He wanted me. He really wanted me. But he was concerned.
Biting my lip in anticipation, I took a tentative step forward. Jordan’s eyes went wide, as if he were staring down a fast-approaching train. “What if I can promise there’s no way you’d be a bad memory?”
I mean, I wasn’t one hundred percent certain about that. But I knew exactly what I wanted—Jordan’s thick cock. I wanted his knot. Not some lame toy. Jordan.
“Wh-w-what?”
I pulled off my t-shirt, and Jordan gulped, taking a step back into his room. “I’ve been miserable all day. I didn’t start to feel better until I caught your scent outside on the porch. I could barely string a thought together. But I’m thinking more clearly now. Justin explained more. I remember hearing about fated mates when I was a kid, but I thought it was a fairy tale. Apparently, it’s not.”
Jordan’s eyes darted from my nipples to my eyes, back and forth.
“You’re my fated mate, right?”
Jordan nodded.
“And I’m yours?”
“Yes.”
I rested my small hand on his chest, and he fell backward onto his bed like a toppled tree. I climbed over his knees to straddle his hips. The heat from his cock seeped through his towel, through my pants, and I felt a gush of slick.
“Then this will fix us. And we can figure everything else out afterward. Right?”
Jordan’s Adam’s apple bobbed in a gulp. “One one condition.”
“Tell me.”
“You have to tie me to the bed.”
I frowned, recoiling from the idea. I’d been a prisoner long enough, the last thing I wanted was to force the same on someone. “No.”
“It’s that or nothing, Wyatt. It doesn’t have to be handcuffs or anything. I need something to remind me to hold back. To put you in charge.”
When he phrased it like that, it didn’t seem so bad. “What were you thinking?”
“Here.” He grabbed my hips and lifted me up and to the side with shocking ease. Seconds later, he held two silk ties. “Bind these around my wrists and to the headboard as tightly as you can.”
I hesitated. It still felt wrong to me.
“I promise, no matter how tightly you knot them, all I have to do is shift and I’ll break free.”
So this wasn’t so much a prisoner thing, if he could escape. If he wanted to.
That made it palatable to me.
We climbed onto the bed and Jordan rejected my first attempt. “You’re being too nice. Tighter.”
When he was satisfied with the knots, I knelt beside him. His bindings spread his arms wide, exposing his entire chest which was covered with a thick mat of hair.
“What now?”
Staring at my nipples again, Jordan licked his lips. “Anything you want.”
My instinct was driving me to strip, hop on his cock, and ride it until he came, but now that we were here and this was happening, my rational thought took a little more lead.
Whatever I wanted?
Experimentally, I leaned down and licked Jordan’s right nipple. He hissed and tensed his arms. The headboard creaked under the pressure, but held.
“Is this okay?”
Jordan panted. “Damn. Better than okay.”
“So more?”
In response, he moaned lightly.
This time, I sucked, pulling the tip into my mouth. Jordan arched his back, his breathing coming out in broken half sounds.
While I sucked, I pushed one hand into the hair of his chest. It was rough and curly. I curved my fingers as I dragged them back, scratching his skin.
That got a full moan.
This was... different, so opposite from my past experiences of force and pain, they couldn’t even be considered in the same category. Knowing Jordan couldn’t jump up and flip the tables on me helped. He’d put me in charge. He’d given me assurance I would stay that way.
I let my hand drift down, over his ribs, over his stomach, to rest on his towel. I looked up. “Can I take this off?”
Jordan’s eyes locked on mine. “I told you. You can do whatever you want.”
“I want.”
Slowly, I peeled the towel off. I licked my lips at the site of the glistening head of his cock. My hand drifted further south, through the even thicker thatch of hair, to graze lightly over the smooth hardness. Its heat nearly burned my hand. Jordan had stopped breathing.
I lifted my hand. “Are you okay?”
Jordan laughed. “I’m not sure okay is the right word for what I’m feeling right now. But it’s amazing.”
I honestly didn’t have a clue what I was doing. But as long as Jordan liked it, that was all I needed.
Well, not all. The urge to be filled was growing stronger. To join my body with Jordan’s and feel his knot swell inside me...
My stomach buzzed with nervous jitters. Need and anxiety dancing back and forth.
Before I could get too caught in my thoughts, I licked a long stripe from the tip of Jordan’s cock to his balls.
He twisted beneath me. “Fuck. Damn. Hell.”
Here, his aroma was strongest. As I breathed deeply, Jordan’s scent—alpha, smoke, rain—flooded my system, chasing away any tension, any fear, any hesitation.
Now.
There were no thoughts anymore. Without a hint of grace, I tore my pants off, desperate to sate my heat. I straddled his hips again, my eyes rolling back into my head as his thick, burning hot length pressed between the slick cheeks of my ass.
“Ah!” The headboard creaked dangerously.
I reached behind me, working more on instinct than experience or knowledge.
My hand couldn’t wrap completely around his cock. Oof.
It was okay. I could do this. I would do this.
I wanted to do this.
I guided the head of his cock to my entrance, bracing myself for impact.
“Go slow.” Jordan rocked his hips. “Only do what feels good, okay?”
Just rubbing my ass against his cock felt good right now.
“Wyatt... oh my god. What—uff.”
The noises coming from his mouth made me smile. Made me feel powerful. What would happen if I pressed down a little?
His cock stretched my hole, even just trying to press him in without actually going anywhere, but Jordan gasped, and I wanted more, so I pressed further.
Too much, too much! Disappointed, I backtracked. Was I going to be able to do this without pain?
“Yeah, just like that, fluffy. Tease yourself. Tease me. Just like that.”
“I’m not fluffy.”
Jordan just chuckled.
But he didn’t seem upset I hadn’t gone all the way at once. So maybe I should stretch myself a few more times?
Wow. Yes. The light movement felt good, and Jordan twitched beneath me at every slight change in force and angle. For a while, I worked with the same rhythm. Pressure, release. Pressure, release.