on that big, maddening shaft. No, she told her werewolf. I’m going to act like a fucking human. She dropped her hands down the metal spindles she gripped, hitting something fuzzy that clanked. Rolling her head up, Helena realized it was a pair of sheepskin-lined handcuffs, one cuff dangling. Another pair hung a little farther down the headboard.
Conal found her nipple and started drawing wet circles around it with his tongue, without touching the hard tip, one hand kneading the soft flesh. While he was busy, Helena reached up and fastened the right handcuff around her wrist. The left took a bit more doing, but she’d been in law enforcement long enough to know how to close cuffs one-handed, and she got it done. Not that the cuffs would hold her, even in her human form, but at least it reminded Helena to keep her claws to herself.
Conal looked up at the muffled clank of the padded cuffs, and his dark brows lifted. Something uncomfortable flashed through his eyes, but he gave her a charming smile. “You’d be surprised how many women have Christian Grey fantasies.”
God knew that was true enough -- especially in her case -- yet Helena suspected that wasn’t the reason. She remembered Conal’s out-of-character snarl at his sister. No wonder he had cuffs hanging from his bed. He needed to be in control.
Which was when Helena got an insight she could have done without. Being chained that chair must have triggered the fuck out of him. Thinking they were going to kill him during the torture while that soulless Sidhe bitch laughed…
Conal lifted his head, meeting Helena’s gaze. Shame flashed over his face before his mouth flattened with erotic determination. Violet eyes still locked on hers, Conal lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth. His stare wouldn’t let her look away as he suckled, pulling hard, dragging, tongue dancing, flicking, with just the right pressure, teeth raking, barely missing pain. Pleasure blasted her, triggering a fresh leap of Burning Moon lust.
“Oh, God! Oh, God, God, just fuck me!” Helena rasped the last word through gritted teeth as she locked her hands around the metal spindles of the bed. “Fuck me!”
“Not yet. Let’s see how wet you are.” As he slid one hand down the length of her body, his touch made her writhe, teeth locked together as she fought the werewolf that wanted to bite, wanted to grab and fuck and take. Women had taken enough from him. It’s his turn.
He cupped her pussy, and one long finger slid between her swollen, slick lips. “You are wet,” Conal said with a feral smile, adding another finger. His thumb brushed over her clit, and just like that, pleasure blasted up her spine, a blinding storm of fire and delight. Helena screamed, her voice spiraling into a long wolf howl that probably would have shamed her if she hadn’t been too far gone.
Chapter Four
Conal had never been so turned on in his entire life. The feel of Helena’s body rolling under his maddened him, those long legs wrapped around his ass. She pumped that silken belly against his erection until it was all he could do not to come on the spot.
He hadn’t felt so out of control since Siobhan had cast that lust spell on him. At the end, that had been the only way he could get it up with the bitch, especially when she trotted out the whip. This time Conal didn’t feel helpless. And God, Helena was beautiful, her long body slim under his, almost delicate despite her astonishing werewolf strength. He had to taste her. He tried to rise, but the grip of her thighs was too tight.
Remembering the lust in her eyes after she’d cuffed herself, Conal took a chance and gave her a deliberate swat on one bare brown thigh. “Let go!” He put just enough dominant snap to it, hoping he wasn’t pushing Helena too far.
Helena’s big brown eyes met his and widened even more. But her legs fell away, and he moved fast, sliding between her thighs to bury his head between them. With one hand, he spread her deliciously slick lips, and bent to stroke his tongue over delicious folds and jutting clit. A long, savoring lap.
God, that taste. It had a tang to it, something wild and hot and not completely human. It certainly wasn’t anything like Siobhan’s, and that poured gasoline on his lust.
Conal parted her plump lips and paused, studying the red,