Half of our dining room floor was covered in handcuffs. Trailing to a halt, I raised my eyebrows as I stared down at the mass of restraints before me. Damn, they really had been busy.
“Damn, you really have been busy,” Paige said, echoing my exact thought, as she stopped and stared at the floor too.
I let out a surprised laugh.
Turning to me, she arched an eyebrow in confusion. I just waved a hand in front of my face.
“Yeah, he has,” Callan said, and jerked his chin towards Levi.
The King of Metal was sitting in one of the plush red armchairs while Callan and Henry lounged on a couch each. Slouching back against the cushions, he raised his glass of whiskey in a kind of salute.
“You made all of these?” Paige asked. “In just the few short hours that we were gone?”
Levi shrugged and took a sip from his whiskey. “Yeah.”
“Have a lot of practice creating handcuffs, do you?”
“As a matter of fact, yes, I have.” A devilish smile played over his lips. “And lots of other types of restraints too.”
I raised my eyebrows. Well, I supposed now I knew who had influenced Callan into developing certain sexual preferences.
As if he could hear my thoughts, Callan slid his gaze to me. The intensity of his stare made a pulse of desire shoot through me.
“How did your mission go?” Henry suddenly asked, trying to change the topic. “Did you find a place?”
Callan and I only kept our eyes on each other.
“Yeah,” Paige replied while strolling towards the couch. After pushing her hair back behind her shoulders, she unceremoniously plopped down on the couch next to Henry. “We found the perfect building. It’s near the academy too, so we can use that to add more weight to our threats. We’ve cleared it out, so it’s all done and ready.”
While keeping my eyes locked on Callan, I slowly bent down and picked up a pair of handcuffs from the floor. Fire surged to life in his eyes. I straightened and spun the handcuffs around my finger.
Levi’s sharp gaze zeroed in on me. “And what exactly do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m going to test them out.” Throwing a smirk in Callan’s direction, I turned around and sauntered into the corridor while speaking over my shoulder, “You know, to make sure that they won’t break.”
Wood groaned as Callan pushed himself up from the couch and cleared his throat. A thrill of anticipation made my spine tingle as he started after me. From her place on the sofa, Paige cackled and then whistled suggestively.
“Anyone who comes into our room in the next few hours will get a force wall in the face,” Callan announced while metallic clanking drifted through the air, informing me that he had also picked up some handcuffs.
As I reached the stairs, I glanced over my shoulder to find Callan striding after me with dark eyes. A satisfied grin spread across my lips, and I hurried up the steps.
“Just keep the damn noise down,” Levi called after us. “Or I swear to hell, I’ll barge in there and fucking gag both of you myself.”
Ignoring the annoying metal mage, I slipped into our bedroom and brushed my palms together while drawing myself up against the wall right inside the door. Callan’s footsteps echoed against the floorboards outside. Wicked anticipation swirled through my chest as I readied my attack.
The moment Callan stepped across the threshold, I threw a small poison cloud at his face.
It slammed right into his force shield.
Amusement danced across his cheekbones as he turned to me with raised eyebrows while pushing the door shut behind him with his heel. “Did you really think that would work?”
I snorted. “Of course not. I was just testing out your reflexes.”
“My reflexes, huh? And how—”
I lunged at him. Whipping up the manacles, I dove forward to snap them shut around his wrist. I almost made it. Almost.
Just before I could push them closed the final bit, his strong hand wrapped around my forearm, stopping my movements. The handcuffs slipped off his wrist and landed on the floor with a clank. I tried to yank my arm back, but before I could, the damn bastard snapped his own borrowed manacles shut around my left hand.
With a wicked grin on his face, he kept his iron grip on my arm while backing me towards the four-poster bed. “When will you learn that, physically, you will always be outmatched against me?”
“Physically, maybe. But in terms of magic…”
I whipped up my right hand, getting ready to slap it against my trapped left and summon more poison. Callan saw the move coming and yanked my arm upwards, high enough to force me up onto my toes. The back of my hand connected with the wooden bedpost a second before a soft click sounded. Then Callan stepped back.
Disbelief flitted through me. Oh he did not…
Reaching up with my right hand, I tried to get it high enough to touch my left one. It didn’t work. Since I was standing on my toes, and my left hand was trapped so far above my head, I couldn’t balance out my weight enough to reach it. All it did was make me spin slightly in place.
A smug laugh drifted through the air.
Narrowing my eyes, I dragged my gaze back to the smirking force mage. “Seriously?”
“Need I remind you that you, my troublesome little poisoner…” He took a step closer and trailed light fingers up my throat. “Attacked me first.”
His touch made sparkles dance across my skin, and I suppressed the urge to moan.
Faint clinking of metal filled the room again. I snapped my gaze down as Callan removed his hand from my throat and instead pulled out another couple of handcuffs. My eyebrows rose as he moved back over to the ones I had already dropped and picked them up as well.
“What are you doing?” I asked as he began linking up the manacles with each other.
“I thought you wanted to test these out.”
“I was actually planning to test them on you.”
With that lethal smirk on his lips, he walked back over to me and brushed his lips along my jaw. “Sure you were.”
Pleasure pulsed through my body as he stole a deep kiss from my lips. While I was still lost in it, he snapped a manacle shut around my right hand and then pulled back.
“That’s so not fair,” I muttered.
He trailed his fingers over my collarbones while a villainous expression settled on his face. “When have I ever played fair, sweetheart?”
Grabbing my right hand, he spun me around so that I was facing the bed and the marble wall behind it instead. While remaining behind my back, he lifted my arm towards the other bedpost. Suddenly, I realized why he had linked three handcuffs together. They would never have been able to reach the other side if he hadn’t.
With another faint click, Callan locked my right hand to the top of the post, leaving me standing spreadeagled before the bed with him at my back. I pulled slightly against my restraints, but they didn’t give. Behind me, I could feel Callan’s hungry gaze searing into my body. It made my pussy throb with need.
“Well,” I pressed out. “Are you just going to stand there?”
A dark chuckle sounded right behind me. Gripping my long unbound hair, he wrapped it around his hand and then pulled down, forcing my head back while his lips skimmed the side of my neck. “Always so impatient.”
Lightning skittered across my skin as his fingers suddenly appeared between my shoulder blades. He draped my hair over my shoulder instead and then released it before both of his hands slid down to the laces at the back of my dress. I arched my back as he began unlacing it. My body jerked slightly as he pulled at the strings.
Just when I was about to tease him for being inefficient, the pressure around my ribcage disappeared and the dress fluttered down around my waist. I drew in a short breath as Callan slid his hands down my sides and then pushed the dress fully off my hips. It landed on the floor around me in a rippling pool of dark green fabric. This kind of dress didn’t require me to wear a brassiere underneath, so I was left standing there in only a pair of panties. My skin prickled and my nipples hardened at the exposure.
Callan hooked his fingers over the edge of my panties and slowly slid them over my ass and then my thighs. A moan slipped past my lips, and I arched my back even more.
When the fabric finally dropped down to land on the floor, my whole body was pulsing with need. I drew in a deep breath, waiting for his hands to return to my skin.
They didn’t.
Twisting my head, I tried to see over my shoulder to figure out what he was doing, but with the tight restraints keeping me firmly locked in place, I couldn’t make anything out.
“Callan,” I breathed when the waiting was starting to drive me insane.
Cold steel kissed my skin. I sucked in a gasp as the point of a blade scraped lightly against my back.
“What did I say about being impatient?” Callan murmured while tracing the knife down my spine.
A shudder of pleasure rolled through my body. I wiggled my ass slightly as the blade reached my lower back. Immediately, a strong hand appeared on my hip. Digging his fingers into my skin, he forced me to stop moving.
“Careful,” he whispered.
My pussy throbbed and I desperately wanted to grind my clit against something, but I forced myself to remain perfectly still as Callan trailed the point of the blade around the curve of my ass. I drew in rapid breaths as the pressure inside me grew. Still standing on my toes, I tried to keep my legs from trembling as Callan drew the knife down my inner thigh and then up the other.
“Fuck, you really are beautiful.”
His rough voice made my heart thump in my chest.
The knife disappeared from my skin. A few seconds later, his firm body pressed against me. It was only then I realized that he must have taken his clothes off earlier, because his naked skin was warm against mine and his hard cock pressed into my back.
My mind flickered with pent-up need as he slid one hand down my stomach. Stopping right before he reached my pussy, he traced his fingers around the spot where I really wanted them. They vibrated slightly with magic. Teasing me. Torturing me. I ground my ass against him.
“Beautiful,” Callan repeated. His hot breath caressed the shell of my ear, sending another shiver down my spine. “Wicked. Lethal.” In one smooth motion, he yanked up his other hand and positioned the knife across my throat. “And mine.”
Another moan escaped my lips as I pushed my body harder against his.
He teased the inside of my thigh with his fingers, almost brushing against my pussy but not quite. Placing the flat of the blade underneath my chin, he pushed upwards and used it to tilt my head back.
“Say it.” He spoke directly into my ear while his fingers continued torturing me.
“Yours,” I gasped out.
“Good girl.”
At last, he slid his fingers up to my aching pussy and swirled them around my clit.
I threw my head back against his shoulder and sucked in a desperate breath of relief as the vibrations pulsed into my sensitive skin. Callan shifted the knife with my move so that it was once more pressed firmly underneath my chin, keeping my head against his shoulder like that.
Tremors rippled through my body as he rolled my clit between his fingers while increasing the strength of his magic. I careened towards the edge. Sparkling tension built at my core, making my heart slam against my ribs.
Callan brushed his lips over my jaw, and it almost made my brain shut down right there.
A pitiful sound slipped past my lips as I rolled my hips, trying to grind my pussy harder against his fingers. He let out a dark chuckle but answered by increasing his vibrations once more.
Release crackled through my body.
I gasped as my inner walls trembled and pleasure rushed through my every limb. My legs shook, and if it hadn’t been for the handcuffs locking me to the bedposts, I don’t think I would have been able to remain on my feet.
Callan kept his magic pulsing against my clit, prolonging the orgasm until garbled mumbling fell from my lips.
Metal rattled as I yanked against the manacles.
My heart was beating so hard that I thought it would break through my ribcage. I sucked in deep breaths while the last waves of release rolled through me.
“Mine,” Callan whispered into my ear.
Then he at last removed the knife from underneath my chin. Taking his fingers from my soaked pussy, he stepped back. The sudden absence of his warm body against mine was disorienting.
“Wait,” I protested, my mind still scrambled from the intense orgasm. “Where are you going?”
His wicked laugh filled the room. “Oh, don’t you worry. I’m not done with you yet.”
Soft clicks sounded, and then the metal around my right wrist disappeared. I wasn’t at all prepared for it, so my legs buckled and I almost crashed to the floor. But before I could, Callan’s muscular arm wrapped around my middle, stopping my fall. He transferred my weight to his other arm before reaching up to unlock the other manacle.
My arms just dropped down by my sides.
Callan remained standing behind me, one arm around my waist and the other hand pushing my hair out of my face and hooking it behind my ear. I swore I could feel his heartbeat thrumming against my back.
“You okay?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yes.”
His grip on me loosened slightly, as if he was checking to make sure that I could stand on my own before he released me fully. When I remained firmly on my feet, he withdrew his arm.
Turning around, I raised my eyebrows expectantly and flashed him a wicked smirk. “I thought you said you weren’t done with me yet.”
Both amusement and lust swirled in his eyes as he shook his head at me. “I swear, that impatience of yours is gonna be the death of me.”
I shot a pointed look at his cock. “If you can’t keep up, you could just say so.”
The fact that his cock was rock hard was kind of rendering my jab moot, but Callan took the bait anyway. Taking a step forward, he locked a hand around my jaw and claimed my mouth with a possessive kiss.
“Turn around,” he ordered, speaking directly against my lips.
After stealing one more kiss, he released his grip on me. I looked up at him and bit my lip. His eyes darkened like thunderstorms.
Grabbing my hips, he spun me around before planting a hand between my shoulder blades. With a firm push, he bent me over the foot of the bed.
“Hold on to the frame,” he commanded.
A thrill raced down my spine.
With my body bent forward like that, I wrapped my fingers around the wooden bedframe.
Callan drew his hands down the side of my ribs, making lightning dance over my skin, before he repositioned my hips. I arched my back and lifted my ass slightly.
“You know, you never did manage to break that table in Malgrave,” I said, letting him hear the teasing smirk in my voice. “Maybe we could give it another shot with this bed? Unless you think you’re too weak to—”
He rammed his cock deep into my soaked pussy.
“Hell fucking damn it, Audrey Sable,” he began while pulling out and then shoving back in again. It tore a moan from my chest, and I tightened my grip on the wooden frame. “Even after all this time, I still can’t decide whether I want to fuck you or kill you every time you open that pretty mouth of yours.”
I let out a dark laugh.
He pounded into me again. “Maybe I really will gag you this time.”
“Come try it, pretty boy.”
“Or I might just find some other use for your wicked mouth.”
Before I could retort, he increased the speed of his thrusts. My body jerked forward as he slammed into me, setting a rough pace that had pleasure rising inside my body once more. I held on to the wooden frame hard as he railed me with furious passion and utter command.
His grip on my hips tightened, helping to keep me steady against his forceful thrusts.
Shifting my weight slightly, I angled my ass a bit to give him better access.
The change in position made his cock slide even deeper with his next thrust, and a moan ripped from my lungs as waves of pleasure pulsed through me. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to hold off the orgasm a little longer while I slipped rapidly towards the edge.
But with every thrust of his thick cock, the friction sent me sliding closer to it.
He slammed into me again.
Pleasure ricocheted through my body as I came hard. More moans dripped from my lips as my clit throbbed while my pussy clenched around his cock. Callan kept up his brutal pace, riding the orgasm with me until a satisfied groan tore from his throat as well.
With my fingers still gripping the bed, I sucked in deep breaths that didn’t seem to contain enough oxygen while my whole body thrummed with the crashing release still washing through me.
Lifting my head slightly, I glanced up at the poor bed that we had probably traumatized by now.
A small smile drifted over my lips.
Well, to be fair, given the future that Callan and I had planned together, the bed was about to see a whole lot worse.
