18. Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

Locke

I pulled at the barbell on her nipple with my teeth and she pulled my hair, causing me to let go with a click.

"Damn it! Please," she begged.

She wanted my name to scream it on her lips. I wanted to give it to her, so bad, but it would ruin the moment. She'd do what most women did; think and use that mind of hers.

Thinking was bad, especially right now.

All I wanted to do was sink into her cunt and let us succumb to the bond that had us clawing at each other like savage animals.

"Mate, call me that." I snarled, showing indifference.

I scraped my nails down her leg to leave a sting and let my fingers dip between her folds. Damn, she was wet; so fucking wet.

"All this for me?" I purred. "Fuck, this is hot as hell." I pressed kisses down her soft stomach, rubbing my face along her neatly trimmed pubic area, and took a tentative lick at her clit.

She took a hard grab of my hair and pulled me away. "I'm not your mate—" She took in a breath.

My mate's eyes met mine and I swear there was a longing in those narrowing daggers. I've seen her stare at the other women in the bar. It was a feeling all too common that I have felt before. To want to be wanted, to feel loved and cared for. But Emm was not a woman to be trifled with. She had a hell of an attitude, senses that put my brothers' to shame and she needed a male that could meet her sort of crazy.

A male like me.

A strong alpha, headstrong enough to tame a luna and, so fierce, yet soft enough to let her be free to be her own person.

I inserted two of my fingers into her wet core, feeling the intense grip as it clenched around them. She arched her head back, releasing a soft moan into the air.

"You bastard." She gritted her teeth.

With reverence, I passionately embraced her, sensing her body convulsing with pleasure. Her rhythmic hip movements guided me as I became her support. Oh, her beauty was breathtaking, as I witnessed beads of sweat trickle down the crevice between her breasts. I delicately traced my tongue between them, savoring the sweet tang of the alcohol left on her skin.

"You're fucking beautiful, Emm." I added another finger, and she whined, feeling me stretch her. "I bet you could take another, couldn't you? Take four of my fingers?"

She shook her head, and I bit my lip teasingly. "Look at me and tell me you don't want it."

Her eyes opened, and no words left her lips. If I added a fourth, it would be near the equivalent to my knot. Did I want to stretch her that far yet? Or would I rather use my knot to do such a devilish act?

"Who are you?" She breathed and wrapped her arm around my neck.

We were centimeters from each other's lips, staring straight into each other's souls. Fuck, I never thought I could love someone, not after what I've been through. I'd been betrayal by my previous mate, and pack, but looking into her eyes knowing that she was hunting me down didn't deter me wanting her. It fucking turned me on.

The bond was nothing but a tool of evil, and I was going to let it consume me.

"Someone you will never get rid of." I pumped my fingers harder and faster into her cunt; rubbing that spot where she squirmed just a little more than usual.

She screamed.

Ahhh, found it.

My mate's body released a torrent of fluids, while my cock strained hard against my jeans. Fuck, I didn't think I could hold it back much longer. I might just come right now.

She breathed heavily, the sound echoing in the room, as her hips persistently gyrated against my hand. A low moan escaped her lips, urging me for more. With a passionate force, she slammed her lips against mine, fueling the intensity of our connection. In response, I gently pushed her down onto the softness of the bed, surrendering to the electrifying sensations that enveloped us.

Instead of ripping off my jeans, I slid down her body to lick up her slick. She grabbed her breast, and I licked up the inside of her leg.

"Oh my god, oh my god," she repeated over and over.

"There is no god, just your mate," I mumbled as I sunk my tongue deep inside her pussy. "And you're mine, Emm."

With a renewed vigor, I plunged my tongue into her depths, exploring every inch of her, relishing the taste of her arousal. Her soft moans filled the room, every sound driving me wild with desire. I thrust my tongue inside her, hearing the wet sound it made as I withdrew, only to plunge back in again.

Her body trembled, her sweat-slicked skin glistening in the dim light. Her passion and desire mirrored my own, fueling my need for her even more.

Her back arched, and one of the legs that hung over my shoulder suddenly went under me. She rolled her body and pinned me against the mattress. Her pussy was in my face, and I stared up at her wide-eyed, a smile on my face.

"Fuck, Princess, if you wanted to ride my face, you should have said so." I tried to move my arms, but she firmly planted her shins against my biceps, as she reached underneath the pillow and pulled out some rope.

Where did that come from? This was getting as kinky as fuck!

Emm's firm grip tightened on the coarse rope as she skillfully bound my wrists together, weaving them into a secure knot. I could feel the rough texture against my skin as she expertly wrapped it around the sturdy metal bed frame. With a meticulous eye, she ensured its stability, her fingers brushing against the cold, unforgiving metal.

She gracefully left my body and picked up her clothes on the floor.

Woah, woah there.

My cock pushed shamelessly against my jeans. My mate took one tentative look and sighed. She took her hand and rubbed up against it, her eyebrows rising when she felt the hard metal bars along its length.

"Hey, Princess?" I grabbed her attention. "What do you think you are doing?"

Emm remained silent, her actions speaking louder than words. She gracefully slipped into her skirt, the fabric gliding over her smooth skin. As I watched, she discarded her lace panties, revealing her bareness. The sound of the clasp echoed softly as she fastened her bra, accentuating her silhouette.

"Well, you haven't told me your name. Meaning, there is a significance to it. I don't fuck people I don't know. So, you can tell me your name, or I'm going to leave you here, tied up and naked, and let one of your friends come find you in a strange predicament." She stuck out her hip and put her hand on it.

My mouth dropped open. I couldn't help the smile that came after it. "You are sensational."

She raised a brow and crossed her arms. "Name?" She walked over barefoot and unbuttoned my pants. Panic struck because that was one thing I wasn't ready for. For her to see my knot. If we had fucked, I would have done it from behind, or blindfolded her and kept my knot out of her body.

"Alright, alright!" I wiggled away from her.

She laughed. She fucking laughed!

I never saw this coming. I see everything coming. I'm two steps ahead so why the hell did I not see this?

Because you were tongue deep in her pussy that's why.

Mates, dammit, they put you in a lust-fog and you can't see for shit.

"My name's Locke," I said frankly. There was no use hiding it. Now, I just had to act like I didn't know who she was, and that she was hunting me. Granted, I had hoped to have gotten under her skin more, but this will have to do.

Emm uncrossed her arms and stared at me, the color draining from her face. "What?"

"The name's Locke. Not unless you wanna call me something else, Princess?"

"W-why didn't you want to tell me your name before?" She pulled down her shirt over her head and fixed her hair.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I was trying to be all mysterious and shit. Women like that, right? I mean, you enjoyed it when I pinned you to the bathroom door."

If smoke could come out of her ears they would have. She growled once and turned her back to me.

"Hey, aren't you going to untie me?" I tugged on the ropes.

"No, get out yourself, you pig!" She slung the door open and marched down the hall.

My wolf's eyes widened in fear, our sharp canines glistening under the dim light. As we tugged on the coarse rope, it strained against the weight, emitting a metallic creak that reverberated through the room. The tension grew unbearable, causing the sturdy bed frame to groan and buckle until it finally snapped.

Frustration consumed us, manifesting in a low, guttural growl that echoed in the air. Determined, we swiftly leaped out of the broken bed, our hearts pounding in our chests, and stormed out of the room, our footsteps echoing down the hallway. The urgency to find Emm overwhelmed us, a desperate desire to prevent her escape. The irrational part of our mind took control, urging us to ensnare her, to keep her captive in this space with us.

As I reached the railing, peering down at the bustling bar, I could see the members' gaze fixed on her. She stormed through the crowd, determinedly, and made a beeline for the exit. Only the music played, no one spoke and I refrained from calling out, not wanting anyone to interfere. However, the unmistakable scent of her arousal wafted through the room, causing the males to search for me. It triggered an intense fury within my wolf, and without hesitation, we leapt over the railing, gracefully landing on the cold floor with bare feet.

The surrounding people stood back, shocked by our quick landing. I was about to take off when a large round of fire flew across my path. Sizzle held alcohol in his mouth and blew across a torch, causing an enormous flame.

I took a step back, my breath catching in my throat as I beheld the immense inferno before me. The scorching heat licked at my face, and the acrid smell of burning wood filled the air. My heart thundered in my chest, echoing in my ears like a pounding drum. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead, trickling down my temple. Small fires were manageable, their flickering flames often captivating my attention. But this colossal blaze had a power that transported me to haunting memories, places I desperately longed to forget.

I stepped back, my arms covering my face. Hawke shouted for Sizzle to cease the fire—his parlor trick when I am not around. Sizzle's face morphed into horror when he saw me backing away.

Gasping for air, my breath came out in ragged bursts, the sound echoing in the room. My heart pounded relentlessly, as if trying to escape the confines of my chest. Trembling, I continued to retreat, my body instinctively seeking distance. Despite the overwhelming fear, I summoned the strength to turn my gaze towards the door, desperately hoping to find my mate standing there. But, to my dismay, she was nowhere to be seen. The door stood ajar, allowing the cool summer breeze to seep in.

Fuck.

"Shit!" I let out a roar, my voice reverberating through the crowd as frustration consumed me. Gripping my hair tightly, I felt the strands slipping through my fingers. With a surge of anger, I clenched my fist and slammed it forcefully onto the sturdy oak table laden with glasses and plates. The resounding thud echoed in the corner, mixing with the sound of shattering glass and the clattering of dishes as they crashed down onto the cold, hard floor.

The music went silent as everyone turned to look at me. I could feel their disappointment and their confusion. But, in that moment, the only thing I could think about was tracking down Emm, to be close to her.

I bolted out the door, not caring about the shattered remains of the wooden table behind me. The crowd parted like the Red Sea as I made a beeline for the exit, my wolf's senses heightening to track Emm's scent.

Outside, the night air was heavy with the anticipation of rain, carrying with it a distinct earthy scent. It stood in stark contrast to the hazy, booze-infused atmosphere of the bar. And Emm's scent was slowly fading.

I heard the rumble of Emm's truck roaring to life, its engine growling like a beast awakening. In a heartbeat, I sprinted towards it, my muscles tensed for the run. With each stride, the cement beneath my feet scraped against my heel.

But, as I surged forward, a cascade of fiery images and anguished screams crashed upon me, assaulting my sight and ears. The screeching sound of her tires turned to screams as she departed. My vision blurred, and before me, materialized the haunting figures of the pack that had once betrayed me.

Overwhelmed and paused in the middle of the road, I felt the comforting presence of Grim and Hawke, which was reassuring anchor amidst the chaos.

"Let's get him back to his room," I heard Grim say over the screams.

The fire roared in my ear, the screams for help, the apologies that came too late, the sin that needed to be taken to hell; it all came rushing back, along with my wolf screaming at me to take what was ours.