“Good. Neither am I.” I give him a gentle push onto my bed before unbuttoning my jeans. “We are going to have a little fun.”
“Kaleb,” he groans… or, and fuck me, maybe that was a growl. “We can’t. My beast is too close to the surface. I won’t be able to stop myself from shifting. I don’t want to scare you.” He whispers the last sentence so softly, I almost don’t catch it.
I continue to strip, his golden eyes swirling with lust. “Does it hurt when you shift?”
“No, but—”
“Do you need to shift every so often, or can you stay in your human form forever?”
“Almost all shifters have to shift eventually, or it can become painful when we don’t.”
“Do you need to shift right now?”
He swallows hard, but he doesn’t answer my question. I’m in nothing but my jeans now. I skipped the underwear since this pair is so tight, and now I’m glad I did. The jeans are unbuttoned and pulled low on my hips. My trimmed pubes are peeking out, hopefully in a seductive manner.
Going by the way his eyes seem to glow even brighter, I would assume so.
He still hasn’t answered me. So, I try a different question. “If I weren’t here right now, and you were alone, would you be in your shifted form?”
His eyes trail up to mine. He nods. “Yes,” Darius whispers gruffly, almost as if the truth pains him.
I smile. “Thank you for telling me.” I spin around to my dresser and dig around in the top drawer. The scarf I was wearing earlier wouldn’t work. But these… I pull out two matching long silk scarves.
“Perfect.”
He eyes it suspiciously when I hand them both to him. He cocks a thick, sexy eyebrow. “You can’t tie me up with a little silk. It won’t keep my beast at bay.”
I shake my head with a grin. “It’s not for you. I want you to tie me up. Then, I want you to blindfold me, shift, and have your wicked way with me.”
Darius growls. Oh yeah, that wasdefinitelya growl. A shiver of lust travels down my spine.
“Are you sure?” he asks, voice rough, his control about to snap.
“Tie me up. Blindfold me. Then shift. I need to feel you on me.All of you.”
As if my words unlock something inside of him, Darius charges forward, his eyes no longer swirling with that pretty mixture of brown and gold. No, his gaze is now molten, glowing gold, bright with lust. In a move so fast I don’t even see it, he lurches off the bed and slams me onto the soft cushions. My hands are already being held forcefully behind my back.
My heart rate picks up. I’m so hard I can already feel precum leaving my tip.
“If you want me to stop at any point. Then just say the word.”
I nod frantically; my face pressed against the mattress. “Don’t stop, Darius.” He’s still fully dressed, and even that turns me on.
“First, I’m switching things up. I’m going to let go of your hands, then I’m going to blindfold you. Is that okay?”
“Yes,” I squirm under him. He chuckles and releases my wrists, just like he said he would. The bed jostles as he gets off it. Soft silk slides against my forehead before dropping over my eyes. He ties it in place. I expect Darius to grab my wrists again and tie them behind my back, but he doesn't.
“Flip onto your back,” he commands. I do as he tells me. I hear him undressing, dropping his pants on the floor. It’s as if my hearing is suddenly heightened.
“Do you care if I rip this scarf?”
My face scrunches in confusion. “Go ahead,” I say breathlessly. “Rip it.”
The sound of the material ripping causes my cock to jump. Fuck, why is this so hot? There’s no way I would have been able to rip it myself.
Darius crawls over me, his solid body pressing against mine. “No matter what I do, don’t remove this blindfold. Understand?”
“Yes. I understand.”
