WOLF LOYALTY

Chains

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Amelia pov.

I burst through the door, ready to punch, bite and scream.

If someone is trying to chain Luke up, they’| have to come through me first.

“Amelia!” Rogers leaps off his bed, trying to hide the huge pile of chains behind him. I scan the room. No one else is here.

Rogers, what’s going on?” I peer around his shoulder. “What are those for?”

Rogers glances guiltily back at the chains. I see that there’s some kind of oil there, as well as a couple of metalworking instruments. It looks like he’s taking care of the chains, or testing their strength.

I- um. It’s for work.”

This is getting ridiculous.

Rogers, you’re a web designer! In what possible world could your work need chains?”

It’s a long story. Look, I’m tired, I really want to go to bed.”

“Tell me what’s going on.”I look him straight in the eye, silently daring him to lie to me.

Rogers drops his gaze to the ground. “I can’t. I’m so sorry, Lia, but I just can’t. If you don’t want to live with me anymore, I’ll understand.”

It’s moments like this that I feel cruel pursuing his secrets as I do.

I know you can’t.” I take a hesitant step forward, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I will find out, though. I hope you know that. You won’t have to be alone in this forever.”

You shouldn’t.”

I’ve never heard an I shouldn’t’ that sounds so much like a “please do it quickly’ before.

“I will. Don’t worry, Rogers. Everything will be fine.” I pull him into a hug, which he returns. I take the opportunity to look at the chains. They’re well oiled and made of thick, smooth links.

What on earth does Rogers need them for?

You should go to bed. We’ve got an early appointment tomorrow for cake testing.”

“Ok, Rogers. Goodnight.”

“Night, Lia.”

I go back to bed, but sleep is a long time in coming

GOODnight… Yes, of course…

My mind is whirring with possibilities, each more worrying than the last.

***

“I can’t! I swear, if I have one more bite of cake, I’m going to explode.”

“I’ll take that bet.”

Shut up, we never should have brought them home from the store!”

You said they were delicious.”

“Not so delicious that I want to experience death by wedding cake.”

Rogers laughs, and I can’t help laughing too. Nothing makes me happy like seeing him happy.

He looks so cute with a bit of icing on his chin.

Before I know what I’m doing, I lean forward and lick the bit of icing off.

Rogers’s laughter trails away as he looks at me.

He has that hot look in his eyes. I know exactly what he’s thinking.

I should back away. I should make an excuse to leave, but I can’t. My body seems to be pulling me toward Rogers like he’s a huge, sexy magnet.

I’ve spent weeks resisting, and I’m at the end of my resistance.

With a sigh of surrender, I kiss him.

Judging by Rogers’s response, he’s been wanting me just as badly as I want him.

He lifts me up by my waist, settling me on his hips as he kisses me.

Gosh, I never knew he was that strong. That’s fucking hot.

We kiss deeply, breathing each other’s air, our tongues dancing together. I wrap my legs around Rogers, but he seems to be doing a good job of holding me up with his arms.

That leaves my arms free to explore his torso.

I reach under the back of his shirt, letting my hands run over his back. My fingers find a bump – may be a scar. I want to see it, but I can’t ask anything right now, because my mouth is thoroughly occupied.

Rogers walks us all the way to the bedroom, my weight giving him no trouble whatsoever. He lays me gently down on the bed.

I don’t want gentle. I want him to take me hard and fast. I’m already so filled with a need that my panties are soaked.

I scramble to get my clothes off. Rogers does the same with his. I hear fabric ripping, but don’t spare a glance for the ruined shirt.

I get onto my knees, facing away from him.

“Take me, Rogers.”

There will be time for slow later. Right now, I need his cock in me.

Apparently, Rogers’s need is as dire as mine, because he doesn’t hesitate, sheathing himself inside me in one swift thrust.

I cry out as I’m almost pushed forward onto my face.

Yes, this is what I need.

Rogers grabs my hips to stop me from toppling over as he thrusts again and again.

I’m barely aware of my own cries over the slapping sound of our flesh on each thrust.

It doesn’t take long. Rogers’s name leaves my lips in a scream as I come.

I fall forward, but his hands hold me in place as he keeps going, seeking his own release. It comes shortly after, and his roar sounds like the growl of an animal.

The two of us fall forward in a tangled mess of limbs, sated but not yet spent. For a while, we lie without speaking. It doesn’t feel awkward That’s one of the things I love about Rogers – I never need to fill the silence

With meaningless conversation.

I don’t for a moment think we’re done – I’m certainly not. I’ve had my release, and it was amazing, but it was also hurried. We were both ways too horny for it to last.

Now, I want it to last.

At length, I roll over, running my hands lazily up and down Rogers’s chest. I start to explore his thighs and calves, before moving back up.

By the time I urge him to turn over, I can see his cock rising again. I run my fingers over the scar on his back as he turns onto his belly. It looks like a bite mark – may be from a dog, though it would have to be a huge one.

I don’t know how a dog would have bitten his back, but I’m not going to ask him now. I start trailing wet kisses down his back. I grab his firm ass, enjoying the feeling of the flesh under my fingers.

God, he has such a perfect ass. I’d like to know what his workout routine is to make himself look like this.

I take my time, kissing my way down Rogers’s thighs. I lick here and there, liking the salty taste of his drying sweat.

Rogers is breathing hard, but he doesn’t move, letting me have my fun. Eventually, I take pity on him.

“Turn back over.”

Rogers does more than just turn. He pounces on me, flipping us around so that he’s straddling me. He grips my wrists and raises them above my head, holding them fast with one hand.

I don’t do anything to stop him, finding It quite like the restriction. Rogers follows my example, kissing me everywhere, though he avoids my pussy just like I avoided his cock. We both want to save the best for last, it seems.

I’m already getting impatient. His kisses are ramping up my desire at an alarming rate. If he wanted to take me hard and fast again right now, I certainly wouldn’t be complaining.

I tug at my hands, wanting to touch myself, but Rogers holds them fast. I consider telling him to let go but decide it’s more delicious to let him have his naughty fun with me.

He finally finishes kissing me everywhere else, lingering on my breasts, before moving down to my pussy.

Instead of kissing, he slips one finger inside me.

I can’t help moaning and immediately start thrusting onto the digit.

“Still,” he warns. “Or I stop.”

That certainly gets me to keep still. I bite my lip in an effort not to move. Rogers starts thrusting so slowly that I think it might drive me mad.

“Rogers… I need more.”

He chuckles. “I know you do. You also need patience.”

I’m not going to beg for him; I’m never doing that again, for anyone.

It seems that Rogers doesn’t want me to.

After a minute of slow thrusting, he adds another finger and moves faster.

I’m very near to losing my control and rutting desperately against his hand. Rogers is smiling, his pupils blown wide with desire.

Suddenly, he stops. His fingers disappear.

Rogers cries out, pressing his hands to the sides of his head. He’s obviously in pain.

Rogers! What is it?”

He can’t answer me. Panicking, grab my phone, dial 911.

No.” Rogers holds my wrist, stopping me from pressing the call button. “Derek – get Derek.”

Who is that? Rogers, who’s Derek?”

Rogers topples off the side of the bed, yelling in pain.

I follow him to the ground, my hands fluttering uselessly around him, unable to do anything to ease his pain.

I get up and run, screaming for Derek.