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For all he knew, Frank had taught her things other women didn’t know. He couldn’t argue the point when he didn’t possess the facts. Besides, he couldn’t remember women he’d known in the past revealing stakes in a wall while lassoing their bodies.
“Tie me up, Jock,” she said, interrupting his thoughts.
“Where?” He tilted his head to the wall. “There?”
“Yes,” she replied, a hint of seductiveness in her voice.
He gulped as he watched her stand between the stakes. His eyes watered as she removed the beige dress she’d worn at dinner.
As her clothing fell to her ankles, Jock lifted his gaze, surprised to find her naked instead of wearing a chemise. “You’re—”
“Tie me up, Jock,” she said again, saving him from a stupid remark.
She grinned. “I hear your thoughts now, remember.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, going to her.
Stretching her arms above her head, she whispered against his lips, “Tie my hands first so I can’t stop you once you start loving me.”
“Is this the way you like to be loved?” he asked.
“It’s the way Frank taught me to be loved.”
“But then you can’t participate. You can’t use your limbs when you want to if I bind you to the stakes.”
She thinned her lips. Her eyes filled with lust as she spread her legs and thrust her arms higher.
“Holy sweet pearls,” he said, swiping his lips with his tongue as he eyed her pretty nipples.
Frank entered the loft. “You think those are sweet, wait until you find that swollen bud between her legs. There’s a treat you’ll never be able to deny.”
Chapter Eight
Carla fluttered her eyelashes and tilted her head. Her heart soared as Frank reduced the distance between them. He had a darker presence about him. With the haunted shadows surrounding his eyes, he now seemed to watch her with more love and devotion whereas before only wicked lust had existed in his expression.
“Imprinting changed you,” she said, aware of the wolf pack’s customs now that she was a mated woman, a human mate to two wolf shifters.
He wrapped the rope around the stakes. “It’s changed you, too, love.”
Jock moved aside and studied them curiously. Carla wondered then if he would only observe. He took a step back and knelt to the blankets, only a few feet away from her.
After Frank secured her wrists and ankles, he tilted her chin to his and smothered her lips with the hottest of kisses. Pressing his fingers through her folds, he said, “You’re so wet for us tonight.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, stretching her neck for another kiss.
“Why do you call him Sir?”
“It’s a matter of respect,” Frank answered for her. “And she should respect you as well.”
Jock stretched out on his side. Crossing one leg over the other, he eyed the tall flame of the nearest tapered candle.
Carla’s breath hitched in her lungs as she read the thoughts of her mates. Jock wanted to know how wax was used for sexual practices. Frank couldn’t wait to show him.
“This reading minds has begun to grate on my nerves,” Jock said.
“You’ll get used to it.”
“But she couldn’t read your thoughts before you imprinted.”
