FIA

I pulled back and did it again. I did not rest until I found a rhythm that had him panting and had the chains rattling as his hands clenched into fists.

I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder.

I took him as deep as I could manage before pulling back to breathe. My hand wrapped around what my mouth couldn’t reach, and I stroked in time with my movements.

"Fuck," he gasped. "Fia, fuck."

I could feel him getting close... Feel the way his cock throbbed against my tongue and the tension building in his body.

I took him deeper. Letting him slide all the way to the back of my throat and held him there. My eyes watered. My throat constricted around him. I felt myself gag, but I didn’t pull away.

The sound he made was inhuman.

I pulled back gasping and immediately took him deep again. Over and over. Using my mouth and my hand and everything I had to drive him higher.

His hips started moving. Small involuntary thrusts that I accommodated. I let him fuck my mouth while I held myself steady.

"I’m going to—" He didn’t finish the sentence.

I felt him swell in my mouth. Felt his whole body tense. One more second and he would come.

I pulled off completely.

He made a sound of pure frustration, and his eyes flew open. The gold in them was wild. He looked feral.

I climbed back up his body and kissed him. Hard and deep and filthy. Let him taste himself on my tongue. He kissed me back like he was trying to devour me whole.

When I broke away, I whispered directly into his ear.

"That was the appetizer. Now for the main course."

I reached down between us and positioned him at my entrance. I felt the head of his cock pressing against me. Hot and hard and ready.

I sank down onto him in one smooth motion.

We both groaned. The stretch was exquisite. Perfect. I took him completely until he was buried as deep as he could go.

For a moment, I just sat there. Adjusting to the feeling of fullness. To the way he pulsed inside me. To the heat building between us.

Then I started to move.

I lifted myself up slowly before sliding back down. The friction sent sparks racing through every nerve ending. I found a rhythm that had us both panting.

His eyes glowed brighter. That molten gold fixed on me with laser focus. He tried to reach for me and the chains stopped him short. Frustration flashed across his face.

I leaned forward and braced my hands on his chest.

I changed the angle slightly so he hit that perfect spot inside me with every stroke. My hips rolled in waves and took him deeper.

"Let me touch you," he begged. "Please, Fia. Let me—"

"No." I punctuated the word with a particularly hard roll of my hips. "You stay right where you are."

But I did lean down further, bringing our bodies flush together so my breasts pressed against his chest. So every movement created friction between us in multiple places.

I could feel his frustration. I could feel how badly he wanted to grab my hips and take control. To flip me over and pound into me until we both shattered.

But the chains held. They kept him exactly where I wanted him.

I kissed him while I rode him. I swallowed his groans and moans, letting him taste himself and me mixed together.

My pace increased. It was faster now. I was chasing that pleasure building low in my belly. The coil of heat wound tighter with every movement.

He thrust up to meet me. Working within the limited range the restraints allowed. The bed frame groaned beneath us. The chains rattled. The headboard slammed against the wall in rhythm with our movements.

"That’s it," I gasped against his mouth. "Just like that. Don’t stop."

He didn’t. He kept thrusting up into me while I ground down onto him. We moved together in perfect synchronization despite the restraints. Despite everything.

The pleasure built impossibly higher. My whole body trembled with it. I was so close. Right on the edge.

"Come for me," he growled. "Let me feel it. Let me feel you come apart on my cock."

His words pushed me over. The orgasm crashed through me in waves. My inner walls clenched around him and my whole body convulsed. I cried out his name and kept moving through it.

Then I felt something change.

A pressure inside me. A swelling. His cock grew thicker at the base, stretching me further, locking us together in a way that was both overwhelming and intensely intimate.

The knot.

My eyes flew open and I gasped. The sensation was unlike anything I’d experienced before. Not painful exactly, but intense. So incredibly full that I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began.

Cian’s eyes rolled back. His whole body went rigid beneath me and he came with a roar that probably echoed through the entire suite. I felt him pulse inside me, the knot keeping everything locked in place, preventing any of his release from escaping.

The knowledge that we were tied together, that I was taking every drop of him, sent another wave of pleasure through me. A smaller orgasm rippled through my body and I trembled against him.

"Fia," he gasped. "Are you—is it—"

"I’m okay," I managed. "Just... give me a second."

I stayed very still. Let my body adjust to the fullness. To the stretch. The knot pulsed inside me with each beat of his heart and I could feel everything.

Slowly, carefully, I shifted my weight. The movement sent sparks of sensation through both of us. Cian groaned and his hands came to my hips, steadying me.

"Don’t move too much," he said, his voice strained. "The knot... it needs time."

I nodded and settled against his chest. Let my weight rest fully on him while we waited for the knot to subside. His arms came around me and held me close.

We stayed locked together like that for what felt like hours but was probably only twenty or thirty minutes. His heart beat steadily beneath my ear. His hands traced lazy patterns on my back.

The gold slowly faded from his eyes. Brown bled back in at the edges. His breathing evened out.

"Fia," he said softly.

I lifted my head to look at him and found him staring at me with something like wonder mixed with concern.

"I’m okay," I said before he could ask. "We’re okay."

He nodded but his eyes still searched my face for any sign of distress or pain. He would find none. Just satisfied exhaustion and the lingering warmth of pleasure.

Finally, I felt the knot begin to recede. The pressure eased gradually and he slipped free. The loss made me whimper quietly. I felt suddenly empty despite the warmth of his release still inside me.

"The restraints," he said quietly. "You can take them off now. I’m... I’m back."

I studied him carefully, checking the bond between us. He was not wrong. I felt his wolf had become settled and calm now. Sated in a way that went bone deep.

I reached up and unclasped the first restraint. Then the second. The platinum chains fell away, and he immediately brought his hands to me. He cupped my face and ran his thumbs along my cheekbones.

"I love you," He said.

It made me smile. "I know."