Longtime submissive, Patch Williams, never quite finds the release she seeks. When a new Dom comes to town, offering play she’s never tried before, it’s a battle to give into the pleasure he offers while keeping her wolf nature a secret. Home from overseas service, Kennedy Laurie realizes a few things about himself—he only gets off when a little sadism is involved, and he’s terrified of going too far, getting lost in the play. Patch might be just the submissive he’s been dreaming of. Patch recognizes the call to mate…but with an out-of-towner? Her body demands for her to submit, to tell him everything, but can her Dom tame the Wolf on a Leash?
He desired the little wolf, more than he’d craved another woman in longer than he cared to remember.
Which meant he was dangerous to her. Some of the things he’d imagined in dreams…. He pinched his eyes closed, almost as if he could escape the dark twisting paths of his own mind. Instead of answering, he turned away from her, heading to the door.
Her hand on his arm ground him to a halt, and he breathed through his mouth to resist smelling the mesmerizing blend of her aroma. “Wait, I’m sorry. I was being too forward. I’m sorry….”
She tapered off, running out of words and withdrawing her hand.
“You have a master?” The lack of collar spoke volumes, but he needed to be certain.
“No. I play, sure, but, well, I’m not anyone’s property or anything, if that is what you’re asking. I only take part in scenes, or, well….”
“Would you be interested in negotiating play, Little Wolf?” Even as he damned himself for making the offer, part of him surged up, ready to take her—right then if he could.
She froze at his words, looking startled. Quickly regaining her composure, however, she nodded. As she licked her full lips, further hardening his already rock-hard cock with the tempting peek of pink, she considered his body before she answered. “I would, yes. You’re new, though, so I’d prefer to speak with Ogre, first…. Actually, can he mediate?”
Jealousy, an unfamiliar sensation, rippled through him, and he gripped the doorknob, trying to convince himself to walk away from her while the getting was good. Instead, he nodded at her. “Fine. I’ll get him. Stay here.”
The snap of command on the last comment wasn’t intended. Most of the time he showed far more control, finesse. He didn’t boss around subs before they’d negotiated it. With her? The rules seemed harder to follow. Which meant he should stay the hell away from her.
Instead, he went to find his friend and would drag him forcefully to the room, if needed. He intended to touch her—tonight, that moment, anything to sate the hunger the sound of her voice had awakened.