Page 35 of Boneyard HEA

Is this what it’s like to really give yourself over to someone and to trust them?

Except he’s the last man I should trust. Don’t forget that.

I inhale shakily as he creates knot after knot and snugs them down so they sit perfectly right, locking my wrists together.

“Such cute little wrists and fingers.” His voice is quiet but deep.

Am I little or cute? I have never considered myself as being that.

He plays with the tips of my fingers, and the world stills.

With the last knot snugged tight, he’s left with a length of rope he can use to keep me with him. He unclips the leash, leans in to speak into my ear. His breath chases across my skin and his hand rests about my neck as he casually thumbs along my jaw.

“Mine, now. Aren’t you?”

“Ours,” Tomás points out, as he wraps his arms about me from behind. “I have a present for you too.”

The rope was a present. With his forearms barred across my middle and below my breasts, heat shimmies from my clit to my nipples.

I grow wetter in an instant.

And the rope dents my skin and holds me.

“A present, Tomás? Go for it. You mean the pretty jewelry? I’ll keep her still for you. Very still.”

What are they up to?

They swap places, with Loxland turning me and enveloping me, only he feeds his arms beneath mine and locks my shoulders to him, while Tomás goes to his knees before me. The resemblance to a mock wedding proposal has brought eyes on us, and I suck in my bottom lip, somewhat alarmed at the added attention. A lot alarmed at what Tomás might be planning to do to me.

As he rucks up the light fabric to above my legs to bare my panties, I can only watch. He ties the captured dress at waist level.

Then he searches in a pocket. What he retrieves from it shines and swings as he brings it higher to show me.

“A small token. A pretty thing to show off a part of you and my lust for you.” He almost purrs as he says that—a rough nasty purr—and he meanders a finger down the arrow of hair on my mound to halt atop my clit. “Stand still. This will only take a second. Do not move.”

I tense, a little lost, though I have an inkling.

The jewelry has a clamp at the end.

My eyes widen as I see the tiny jaws open and the small swinging chain that links it to a tiny golden crocodile. Then…he kisses my clit. My toes scrunch on the floor.

While I gasp a startled breath, he takes my rather aroused clit in finger and thumb and attaches the fucking thing to it.

I can see where it is going and so I freeze in both horror and anticipation.

The pain hits, and I shriek, and I’m watching the crocodile swing off my clit, tick tock tick. And I’m fascinated by his rapt attention, by how I love the stroke of his hand down the front of my thigh, by how my clit throbs in time to my heart. By how my inner muscles have squeezed inward.

The pain ebbs and settles for a firm, biting pressure.

“Not so bad, see? I only did the hood. I’ll take it off soon.” He lowers his mouth and kisses my clit again, then sucks it into his mouth.

At my squeak, Aaron chuckles behind me.

He kisses my nape, relaxes his armlock. “Looks good there?” he asks Tomás.

“Sexy as fuck.” He kisses my thigh then rises.

“Fuck.” The things they’re doing to me. “Fuck me,” I whisper half-choked, again, resisting the urge to squirm and press my thighs together.