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"Do you trust me?" Nolan asked, his voice rough from desire.

"Yes."

Rhia was thankful for his supernatural hearing as the words came out in barely a whisper. He kissed her softly and reached for the drawer of his bedside table. He visibly hesitated for a long second before straightening and slipping a pair of fabric cuffs around her wrists. He watched for her reaction carefully.

He needn't have worried. The moment he pulled them tight, her need for him went from desire to full-blown lust. She'd heard about shifters going into heat and not able to keep their hands off their partners. She wondered if this was what they felt like.

Nolan lifted her now bound hands over her head and wrapped a thick strap around the exposed beams. The contrast of his rustic room to the rest of the modern house suddenly made perfect sense. He guided a small piece of plastic into her hand and pressed her thumb into it. A loud clicking cut like a knife through the room. "If you want me to stop." His voice was husky with desire. "Tell me you understand."

She nodded quickly. She was squirming, rubbing her legs together, trying to relieve the aching need building inside of her. She wanted him to get on with it, but, god, she loved how he was taking his time. His hand slowly travelled down the length of her arm, sending tingles of fire across her skin. He brushed the sensitive skin of her throat. She gasped when he gripped her neck. He was not so rough that it hurt, and not for one second did she think he would hurt her, but it was more enough for her know that there was nothing she could do against him. "You need to say the words, Rhia." He said, making sure she was looking him in his bright, glowing red eyes. "Tell me you understand."

"I understand."

He leaned in to whisper in her ear. "That's my good girl."

Her back arched as jolts of indescribable pleasure cascaded through her body. He backed away to admire his work. Rhia was absolutely, without a doubt, the most gorgeous woman he'd ever met. Her tall, slender body was strong from her high-intensity work and an obviously active lifestyle. Long red hair fell over her shoulders and over her breasts, which rose and fell with each of her heavy breaths. Her hands flexed and unflexed slightly, a subconscious action she was doing to keep blood flowing through her hands. The look she was giving him told him just how badly she wanted everything he was planning on doing to her.

How many times had he pleasured himself imagining this very sight? He'd known her just over a week and she was driving him wild. He remembered the days when a kiss on the cheek after two months was considered scandalously fast.

Deciding to finally progress their night, Nolan started to unbutton his shirt. Rhia's expressive and vibrant green eyes darted to his hands, watching his every move. He felt a sense of acceptance he'd never felt with another woman as she followed his hands slowly opening his shirt. He'd received a mixed reception from the women of his past when he'd pulled out the restraints. A lot of them were scared. Of the few who were willing to try, were usually unwilling to try again simply due to it not being their thing. He never once resented them... but it always felt like he was missing something in his relationships.

Rhia, on the other hand, had been extraordinarily receptive to his advances since the moment of their first kiss. He'd suspected she was submissive when he'd pinned her to the couch. To see her react so enthusiastically to this was exhilarating. He clung to the hope that she would still want to stay when he was done with her.

Rhia let out a ravenous groan when he pulled the shirt free and let it fall to the floor. He watched her take in the sight of his own form. Ever so slowly, he circled her, taking in the rest of her body. A large, elaborate, black and white tattoo of lilies and butterflies covered the right side of her back around her ribs, starting at just below her shoulder and all the way down to her hip. It was still fresh, only just completely healed. He reached out to trace the lines of a petal and felt the slight raise of a surgical scar.

She let out a quiet moan. The sound was music to his ears. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating and potent. His gums were burning, and it was an effort to keep his fangs from descending. He couldn't feed from her. It didn't matter that he had a rare exception from Constantine's law, he did not feed from the vein.

Another good thing about her so accepting of the bonds. If he could control her actions, he could control himself.

She trusted him. That knowledge alone would keep his appetite suppressed.

The need to touch more of her was too powerful to ignore. He finished his circle to face her and took her narrow waist in his hands. Her back arched again, trying to press as much of herself into him. He let one of his hands slide around her waist to the dip in her back. The other tugged at her cotton panties. "Do you have any particular attachment to these?" he brushed his lips against hers without kissing her.

"No." she gasped.

With a loud rip, he tore the fabric away. She shivered and a thrill went through him. A part of him wanted to forget all this slow foreplay crap and take her until she was a shaking mess under him. "And this?" he tugged at the thin band connecting the cups of her bra.

She hesitated. "A little."

He shrugged. He opened the clasps, freeing her breasts and lifted the material up to hang out of the way above them. She was completely naked and bare for him. Her nipples were dark against her skin and hard from arousal.

He kissed her, his tongue darting into her mouth and massaging hers. His hand came up to cup her breast and flick his thumb across the sensitive peak. She moaned into his mouth, driving a whole new wave of need through him. She braced herself on one foot and lifted the other to wrap around his waist and pull him closer. He pulled away from her mouth and raised an eyebrow down at her.

He wrapped his hands around her thighs and lifted her effortlessly so she could wrap both her legs around him. "Is this what you want, pet?"

He ground into her core, making sure she could feel his own need for her. She threw her head back and cried out, rotating her hips, desperately trying to ease the pressure of her desire. Chills ran up his spine from her motions, and he let her continue for a few moments. Nothing but the thin fabric of his trousers separated them.

"Rhia," he rasped in her ear, digging his fingers into her hips and driving his hips into her pelvis. "Is this what you want?"

"God, yes!" she panted. She pulled her head back up to meet his eyes. They were wild with wanton need. "Please!"

Indescribable satisfaction rushed through him at her plea. He released her legs, and she let out a yelp of surprise as she was suddenly suspended only by her wrists. He backed away as she scrambled to get her feet under her. She was swearing under her breath and he laughed.

"You've got a mouth on you, pet." He smirked at her and slowly popped the button of his fly. "Keep that up and I'll have to show you what it should be used for."

She gave him a look that almost challenged him to do it. He had no doubt she would enjoy it, but for the moment, she remained silent. Another time, then.

He dropped his pants and stepped out of them. She started chewing on her bottom, looking him up and down, taking in his whole appearance. He reached for her again, wrapping his hands around her ribcage. She looked so delicate. So sensual. So... Perfect.

One hand trailed down her abdomen, not wanting to take his hands off her again, until his fingers slipped between her legs. She spread her legs apart as best she could, inviting him to continue. He ran one long finger along her slit, finding her soaking wet. He did it again, flicking at her clit and relishing in her groan. "Fuck, Nolan," she whined. "You have no idea what you're doing to me."

"Oh, Rhia," he chuckled. "We've only just begun."

He slipped the length of his finger into her and slowly began to massage her. Rhia began bucking her hips wildly and grinding into his hand. He kept one hand on her waist, keeping her from moving too much, and his mouth went to her neck again. He could feel her pulse beating a rapid tattoo against his lips. His fangs descended fully before he could stop them. She stiffened when he grazed her flesh with the tips, so he pressed his thumb into her clit to distract her. She cried out and started grinding harder into him.

Venom beaded up at the tips of his fangs. A thousand times more potent than the highest quality ecstasy on the market. One bite and she would experience the highest orgasm imaginable. He wouldn't feed. This was for her. If he just so happened to taste her a little... that would be fine.

Rhia's mouth suddenly opened in a silent scream of pleasure and her walls tightened around his finger in an intense orgasm that shook through her whole body. Nolan froze, and she continued to grind into his hand, riding out the pleasure until she was trembling and panting. He stared at the spot on her neck, just above her jugular, where he had been milliseconds away from biting. He had been so close to crossing that line... betraying her trust.

Slowly, he pulled his hand away from her and reached for the bonds keeping her suspended from his ceiling. As much as he wanted to continue teasing and pleasuring her, he needed to finish with her before he did something unforgivable. He had to hope that what he'd given her, as limited as it was, was enough to make up for the way he was about to use her.

Keeping her hands bound, he maneuvered her onto the bed on her hands and knees. She sat up on her knees and looked over her shoulder at him, one hazy green eye watching him rid himself of his final scrap of clothing. She was panting slightly.

Nolan stepped up to her, gripped the back of her neck, and pushed her head down into the mattress. His other hand lifted her hips to meet his before guiding himself slowly into her. She was wet, and tight, and it was an effort to remain still and give her a chance to adjust to him. She started whimpering and wriggling as best she could against his grip. Her enthusiasm spurred him to tighten his grip on her, backing his hips up until he was just about to slip out of her and slammed back into her with an inhuman force.

After that, he focused only on his own pleasure. This part was for him. His hips drove into her relentlessly, moving her just slightly from time to time to keep her exactly where she needed to be for him to find his pleasure. Rhia was crying out and thrashing against him as best she could. With one hand on her neck and the other at her hip, that wasn't much. He kept waiting for her to use the clicker to stop him. He'd lost all ability to be able to care whether or not she was in pain.

It wasn't until she clenched around him in a second orgasm and her scream cut through his own grunts and groans that he realized how much pleasure she was getting from this. Astonishment, surprise, and a wave of deep affection for the woman underneath him overcame him. She started begging indistinguishably, unable to form coherent words as he pounded into her. He wanted to hold back. He wanted to make it last. He wanted to enjoy the immense pleasure she was giving him.

Her third orgasm shoved him over the edge. He no longer had any control over his body. His own orgasm ripped up from the base of his spine, so intense it almost hurt. A pulse of hot, powerful magic filled the air. Nolan could feel the hair on the back of his neck rise as it curled around him like a half-forgotten memory. Every nerve was firing, enhancing the pleasure beyond what he ever thought possible. At the same time, the blood lust vanished, the red film across his vision fading. His fangs retreated and he was left hunched over her body, panting, spent, and mind racing.

What the fuck was that?

He stared down at the woman. That wasn't his magic. It was too strong to belong to a mixed blood so it couldn't be hers... right?

Rhia was mewling and squirming under him in, riding out the aftershocks of her orgasm. Nolan could have stayed there all night, enjoying the sweet feeling of her tight folds. But she was exhausted. He pulled his softening penis out of her and carefully removed the cuffs from her wrists. She crawled further up on the bed and collapsed, staring up at him with warmth and affection he hadn't expected from her. She wasted no time in curling up to him when he lay next to her. He pressed a tender kiss to her lips. She was asleep seconds later.

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