Unfortunately for him, she could see the amusement glittering in the dark brown depths of his eyes.
His fingers traced the curve of her shoulder, snagging the second strap and flicking it off her shoulder. The gown sagged, held up only by the rope he'd tied around her waist. Her breasts were revealed, nipples already pebbling in the cool breeze. Nate's fingers traveled lower, and she shuddered at the feather light touch.
He circled her nipples then stepped closer so his entire body was pushed against hers. She craved the skin-to-skin contact and couldn't help pushing against the ropes, trying to hold herself more firmly against him. He stepped back.
"Why would I want to marry you?" she goaded.
"Because I'll torture you until you do." He sunk to his knees before her, lifted the skirt and tucked it over the rope. His voice was a low rumble against her naked pussy. "Spread your legs."
"No."
He puffed breath onto her clit, a single finger probing her entrance. "You want me. Admit it," he crooned.
"No."
"Bad girl," he whispered and ran his tongue down her thigh, catching the moisture that was continually trickling. "Little liar."
Gina screwed her eyes closed and leant back against the tree. If she hadn't had it behind her, her knees would have buckled by now—and he'd hardly even touched her. The idea of being totally at his mercy, completely in his control, was becoming very, very sexy.
So she wasn't about to tell him that she would have said 'yes' back in the kitchen. He'd fiddled with her concept of time before she'd had the opportunity. For that alone, she was willing to make him wait. Besides, she liked his idea of sensual torture. She wondered how long she could string it out before she'd agree to anything he wanted?
"Get off your knees, wolf-boy," she managed, looking down at him. "It won't work."
"Wolf boy?" The words were almost lost in a snarl as he sank fluidly into the shape of a wolf, fur rippling along his limbs as he changed. A pair of wolf eyes glared balefully up at her, and she trembled in anticipation.
"Yugh!"
Nate had run his wolf-tongue up her leg, returned to nip at her ankle, then nuzzled between her legs. She tried to pull her legs more firmly together but he held his body between them, his gorgeous fur rubbing sensuously against her naked legs.
He pushed his head upwards, forcing her legs further apart, and his tongue ran a long wet line up her thigh. Her head fell back again. Then it was Nate's hands holding her legs open, and Nate's amazing tongue licking up her cream.
"I don't think 'yugh' is very polite," he noted, plunging three fingers deep inside her and using them to jerk her hips closer to his face. "My wolf tongue is rather clever, you know."
"Yes." A breathless mewling sound echoed around the forest in time with his stroking tongue. Oh, my God—was that her making those noises?
"Yes, what?" He managed to sound totally unconcerned.
"Yes…just…yes." Her hips lunged helplessly into his mouth, each thrust bringing her into contact with the rope at her waist. Behind her back, her fingers clenched.
Closer. She needed him to be closer…
Nate shook his head and stood up. "Not good enough."
The slight distance between them was pure agony. His fingers were still deep in her cunt, but she missed the heat of his mouth, the intimacy of having him on his knees before her.
"Please…"
He raised his eyebrows, leant a little closer, then pushed hard on her clit just as she thought he might kiss her.
Stars were bursting behind her eyes. There was no way she could put two cohesive thoughts together, let alone enough words to agree to marry him. He relented. "Will you marry me?"
"Yes." She gasped as he pushed impossibly deeper. "I love you."
"I love you, too," he growled, suddenly grinding his hips into hers. The extra friction was all it took to send her soaring, screaming her release into the surrounding forest.
When she opened her eyes, she was still standing against the tree, the ropes as firmly tied as before. "Um, could you untie me, do you think?"
Nate looked up from where he was sprawled against a trunk a few feet away. He grinned. "Nope."
"But…" She was honestly confused. She'd been so sure that he was teasing an answer out of her; nothing else had crossed her mind.
"I like seeing you there, all nice and helpless." She shivered at his words. The predatory gleam was back in his eyes. "It's a particular fantasy of mine."
Gina squeaked, half alarmed, half horny as hell. Last night she wouldn't have even contemplated being tied up and fucked. Now, however, with Nate…
"Besides, it's payback," he informed her as he stood, casually stretching his arms above his head. "Werewolf hearing, remember?"
Her eyes widened as she realised he'd heard her and Rob talking. All along he'd known she was teasing him, that she'd as much as told Rob that she was going to say 'yes' to his cousin. She licked her lips cautiously. "I was only…"
"I don't care," he purred, stalking her. "Payback can be hell."
About the Author
Amy O'Connor lives in the Australian outback. When she's not writing (which isn't very often) she can usually be found attempting to round up her sons, cats, and poultry, or trying to restore her onehundred-year-old garden. Occasionally, she even manages to sneak in a few hours reading a good book. Unfortunately, since that tends to involve running away and hiding on the side verandah, it doesn't happen as regularly as she'd like!