A Mate's Submission: (Hot Paranormal Shifter Romance) (Ozark Mountain Shifters Book 4) by P. Jameson Read Free Book Online Page A

barely able to get the words past his throat.
    The calluses that surrounded her heart shed a few layers in that moment. For all her life, no male had cared enough about her to put his physical needs aside for the sake of her well-being. But with a single statement, Lexar made her rules more important than whatever territorial need he felt for her.
    This was a whole new thing. Something she couldn’t comprehend. This was like landing on Mars and not knowing what to do about it. Uncharted territory.
    Avan brushed past him, opening the drawer of her nightstand and retrieving a possible solution. If he agreed.
    She turned around, holding the handcuffs from her hooked index finger. Lexar’s eyebrows shot upward but she wasn’t sure if that was a “hell no” or a “let’s see where this goes”.
    “You want to use those on me?” His voice was flat, giving nothing away.
    She looked at the sturdy metal, already envisioning how the cuffs would look against his smooth, dark skin. “I want to cuff you to the bed,” she murmured, “so I can give you what you want.”
    “ Or you could let me touch you.”
    “I can’t do that yet.” Avan froze. She hadn’t meant to say that.
    Lexar’s gaze intensified. How could it feel as though he was touching her even when he never laid a finger on her?
    “Yet?”
    Avan shrugged off the implication. “I believe if you’re willing, we can work through just about anything.” She glanced at the handcuffs. “So… are you? Willing?”
    Please say yes . Her wolf begged silently along with her.
    His eyes never left her face as he extended his wrists forward to be shackled.
    ***
    This was definitely a first for Lexar. He was very rarely ever not in control of his own body. He wasn’t even the type to get drunk. But now he lay, in nothing but his boxer briefs, with his arms handcuffed to Avan’s headboard while she stared down at him. The contemplative look on her face was sexy as fuck. Like she had an ice cream sundae in front of her, and couldn’t decide whether to start with the whipped cream or the cherry.
    She ran her fingers down his arms to his chest where her nails dug into the muscles there.
    “Mouth first, right?”
    He nodded. Her mouth on his was something that seemed as vital as air. He had to have it. He’d never been so out of his mind with want.
    Avan knelt on the bed. Every move was deliberate, concentrated, rich. Lexar stared at her bare body. Luscious breasts tipped with pink, small waist, muscular legs, flared hips made for fucking. She was perfect for him. They would fit together like puzzle pieces.
    She spread her legs to straddle his waist.
    “Fuck,” he hissed, absently jerking at his bindings. The slit between her legs was glistening wet and scalding hot against his lower abs. He inhaled deeply. Her scent was everywhere, and yet he still wanted more of it.
    Her ass nestled against his still covered erection as she drew her nails down his chest. “Oh, we’re going to,” she promised.
    That was great. That was really, really good. But if he didn’t touch that pussy soon, he was going to combust.
    “Let’s see… you wanted to taste me. Lick me. Everywhere, if I remember correctly. Is that right?”
    “Yes,” he managed between ragged breaths.
    “Yes, ma’am ,” she corrected sternly.
    “Yes, ma’am. I want to lick your body until you cry out my name.”
    “I think that’s a very good idea, Lexar. In fact, hearing you describe it made me wet.” Her hand inched down her stomach, sweeping between her legs and causing her eyes to flutter closed. Damn it, that was where he wanted to be. “Very wet.”
    Her eyes opened. “Sassy mouth first, right? That’s where you wanted to start?”
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    She shivered.
    “Good thing I’m in control then, because I have a better idea.” She drew her finger from the spot she was rubbing between her legs, and held it to his lips. “Taste.”
    Fucking hell. Lexar lunged for it, drawing her silk