“Exactly.” Imani smiled at him. “Liv gave them to me. Apparently lots of couples use them to ‘play’ when they’re making love, but these are actually really strong—made to Kindred specifications. So you can trust that they’ll hold.”
“So…you want to chain me up while we make love?” J’are’s green eyes flashed. “Is that it?”
“I think it’s the best way for you to feel safe,” Imani told him. “This way if you go feral in the middle of our lovemaking, you can’t, er, get into any trouble.” She arched an eyebrow at him. “Plus, maybe this time I want to be in charge. What do you think?”
“What do I think?” J’are went to lie down in the middle of the bed and raised his arms. “I think you should chain me up immediately,” he growled, his voice deep with lust. “Because I fucking want you, Imani—it’s been killing me how much I want you—I just didn’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” she assured him as she went to lock the padded cuffs around his wrists.
They were made of dark gray plastisteel—an extremely strong substance, Liv had assured her. They ought to hold firm even if J’are went feral in the middle of their lovemaking. Although, remembering the hot, wild way he had rubbed against her on their first night together when he was scent-marking her, Imani couldn’t help feeling a little sorry as she locked the gray bracelets around his wrists. She had been scared during their bonding night, but also incredibly turned on. His feral side seemed to bring out her own wild instincts.
Once J’are was secure, lying on his back with his long, muscular arms stretched out on either side of him, she sat back to admire the view. He was wearing only a pair of silky black sleep trousers which left his top bare. The black k’dra markings all up and down his arms and chest and shoulders made him look exotic and dangerous and his pale green eyes were filled with hunger for her.
A hunger Imani felt for him as well.
“All right now,” she murmured, giving him a lazy smile. “How should we begin?”
“How about taking off that little robe you’re wearing?” J’are murmured, his eyes flicking over her from head to foot. “I’ve been trying so damn hard not to look at you but I’ve been dying to see your sweet body again, baby.”
“Mmm, I guess I could do that.”
Imani gave him a naughty little smile and untied the sash of the emerald green robe she was wearing. Under it, she had on a pretty little outfit she’d bought at one of the stores near the common area while J’are ran in the morning. It was a silky deep green teddy with lacy, see-through cups which tied right between her breasts and came down just barely far enough to cover the green lace panties that went with it.
The panties themselves might have come straight from Yonnie Six. They were small and lacy but best of all, they had a slit running right up the middle, making them essentially crotchless when Imani spread her legs.
“Gods!” J’are’s voice was a deep, hungry growl. “If I’d known you were wearing that under the robe, I don’t know if I could’ve held myself back from taking you!”
“Well now you don’t have to hold back,” Imani pointed out, arching an eyebrow at him. “Because the cuffs will do it for you.”
“Come here.” His voice was hoarse with desire. “Come closer and let me see you better, baby.”
“I’d be happy to.” Straddling his waist, she sat down, pressing her panty-clad pussy against the long ridge of his shaft, which was straining against the black material of his trousers.
“Gods!” J’are groaned as she rubbed against him. “You’re driving me crazy!”
“Mmm, but I’ve only just started,” Imani purred. Slowly, deliberately, she untied the deep green teddy and let it fall open, revealing her bare, thrusting breasts. Her nipples were tight with desire—they looked like ripe berries begging to be sucked.
Imani cupped her full globes and slowly ran her fingers up to pinch her own nipples, putting on a show for her lover, who was watching with half-lidded lust in his eyes. She couldn’t believe she was being so wanton—so naughty. But she’d been aching for the big Nightwalker—needing his hands and mouth on her so badly it kept her up at night. All that pent-up desire seemed to have made her bold.
“Gods damn it!” J’are swore hoarsely. “Come closer than that—I want to touch you, baby!”
“But you can’t, because you’re chained up,” Imani pointed out. She raised an eyebrow at him. “Want me to unlock you?”
“No,” he said at once, with no hesitation. “No, this is the only way I feel safe doing this with you—the only way I’m not afraid to make love with you.”
“Well, then I guess you can’t touch me with your hands.” Imani shrugged and pretended to look thoughtful. “Though it occurs to me that your mouth is still free.”
As she spoke, she crawled up his body until she was straddling his broad chest. Leaning over him, she rubbed one ripe nipple against his lips.
Groaning with desire, J’are opened his mouth and sucked her tight peak between his lips. Imani moaned as he lashed it with his tongue, sending sparks of pleasure straight from her nipple to the hot wet spot between her legs.
J’are sucked her long and hard and deep, taking as much of her breast in his mouth as he could before drawing back to slowly lap her taut peak while he looked into her eyes.
Imani loved the way he was looking at her—loved the way he was tasting her. She withdrew the first nipple and gave him the other one to suck as she writhed above him.
When she finally pulled back, her nipples shiny from his attention, both of them were panting with desire. J’are’s eyes were glowing again, just as they had during the bonding night.
“Want to taste more,” he growled.
