“When you come, call out my name,” he demands.
“Daddy?” The pull begins low in my stomach.
“No.”
“Hunter?”
“Yes,” he hisses.
“I will,” I groan. He grinds, and my clit hits the desk. I cry out, overwhelmed with sensation. His scent, his power, and his command draw me closer.
“Reach for it, Haven,” he growls, moving impossibly faster. “I want to fill you up, mate.” He bites my ear, and I welcome his possession.
“Hunter, Hunter,” I chant, falling over the edge. It goes on and on as he comes. His strokes become shorter, grinding.
“Mate,” he rumbles, his mouth parted against my shoulder blade.
I ride the wave, slowly coming down, and my body goes limp. He stops moving, holding deep, as we both bask in being joined. He presses his forehead against the back of my head, his breath harsh. It’s hard to believe it can be this way. I have felt it with Lawson and Bane, and have had glimpses of it with Remy. I keep expecting it to be normal. What is normal? What I had before doesn’t even compare to what they do to me. It has to be magic. The connection I feel is soul-deep.
This is where I’m supposed to be: with my mates. I close my eyes and smile. Everything is right. I was made to belong to Hunter, to his brothers, and they are supposed to be mine.
“Hold still, Princess.” He eases back and pulls out. I lay still as I hear him zip his pants. “Stand up slowly.” He holds my hips, supporting me as I stand, and then wraps his arms around my waist. “Lean on me.” I give him my weight, and he takes off the belt. “Do they hurt?” I look at my wrists, and they are slightly red, but I feel no pain.
“No,” I sigh.
He rubs the skin gently.
“I’ll put some salve on your skin,” he whispers. There is a little tingling in my arms as he lets them go. “Let me take care of you.” He pushes my hips, turns me slightly, and picks me up. “I got you.” I stare at his jaw as he carries me, an arm behind my back, and one under my knees. I shake off the shock from how easily he did that, and enjoy being carried.
I snuggle in, laying my head against his chest, and slide my arm over his shoulder. He adjusts me, holding me higher, and I thread my fingers through his hair. I don’t say anything. He takes me up the stairs and down the hallway. I thought he would take me to his room, but I’m surprised when he walks into mine.
“Hunter?” He moves toward the bed and Lawson.
“He would worry if you aren’t here when he wakes,” he says softly.
“What about you?”
“I’ll be on the other side of you.” He stops on the side of the bed. “Do you have to use the bathroom?”
“Yeah,” I say, and he walks to the bathroom. “I draw the line at peeing in front of you.” He grins and slowly puts me down.
“Are you steady?” he asks, backing away. I nod and wait. “Call if you need me.”
The door closes, and I rush to the toilet. I have to brace myself as the sudden movement makes me a bit dizzy. I won't tell him. I know we agreed on honesty, but he doesn’t need to know he was right. Shaking my head, I pee and realize my shorts and underwear are in the office.
I wash my hands and stare at my flushed face.
“Haven,” Hunter calls before the door opens, and he slides his arm through the opening. A pair of underwear hangs from his finger.
“Thanks.” I take them quickly, and the door shuts. I swear the man can read my thoughts.
Cleaning up quickly, I leave the room and freeze. Hunter is lying on the bed dressed in black sweatpants, his arm behind his head. The bed is large enough that there is plenty of room in between my mates for me.
“Climb in,” Hunter says softly. I stop at the bottom of the bed and crawl to the center. His low rumble makes me tingle even though I am completely satisfied. I settle on my back, and he rolls toward me and sits up. “Hold out your wrists.” He unscrews the cap on a little can. “It will help.”
“It doesn’t hurt,” I say softly, watching his face as he applies it. I didn’t lie, and I forgot about the marks. He concentrates on his task, rubbing the salve on my skin, and my heart falls deeper in love with him. “I liked it.” His gaze snaps up, meeting my eyes. “I would do it again.”
“That’s good to hear,” he grins. “I liked binding you.”
