Rogue Shifter [High-Country Shifters 3] by Melody Snow Monroe Read Free Book Online Page A

cock, I’ll lose control. Cavon wants to ensure your capture is secure.”
    Capture? Only when she heard the cuffs open did she understand. “Those were for me to tie you down with.”
    Malik lightly brushed his lips against her mouth. “I don’t think that’s how it’s supposed to work.”
    Cavon clamped one cuff on her ankle and nudged her legs open. She clasped onto Malik for balance as she leaned on one leg. The other end snapped closed. Then he fumbled around with something that she couldn’t figure out since she couldn’t see anything. He moved on to the other leg and repeated the process. She thought she’d be unable to move, but he must have attached the cuffs to the bed using the rope or something because she was able to move her foot right and left, forward and backward.
    Cavon rubbed her ass. “We wanted you to have some freedom, so I tied the rope to the cuffs and attached that to the bedpost. You can move, but you can’t go too far.”
    Malik rubbed his scratchy pants against her stomach. “This gives me the ability to stand in front of you and savor all of your loveliness.”
    Her body sizzled from his tempting words. Totally naked now, she was more vulnerable than she’d ever been in her life, but at least she had her hands.
    Malik and Cavon must have sensed or felt the rise in her heartbeat because each one ran their soothing hands down her legs.
    “You are so beautiful. We want you to trust us. Do you?”
    She swallowed. “I do.” If she didn’t, she’d be screaming right now.
    Cavon pulled her hands behind her, which served to lift her tits upward. Using another one of the velvet-covered ropes, he tied her hands behind her. When she tugged at the bindings, it seemed to make the knot tighter. She might be able to drop down onto the floor, but that was about the extent of her movement.
    “Are you okay, slave?” Malik asked in a tone that soothed her.
    Being called a slave was cute as long as they didn’t abuse it. “Yes, Master Malik.”
    He licked each nipple, and electric sparks darted across her chest. His erotic touch made her yearn for more. Then he stopped. His hip brushed her arm as if he’d stepped to the side.
    Since Cavon’s hands weren’t on her, she had no idea what he was doing either. Because her sight was nonexistent, her hearing became more acute. Shoes thumped on the ground, and two zippers slid open. Yes! They were getting naked. Her breath quickened.
    “What do you think we should do with her, Malik?”
    Malik wedged again between her and the bed again. Judging by the position of his hands, he was on his knees beside the end of the bed and his mouth was close to her pussy.
    “I think I’ll play with this for a while.” When he twirled her curls in his finger, her mind went blank.
    Her body heated as pulses of pleasure rippled across her belly and dashed up her spine. Her pussy gushed. Just as Malik nuzzled his nose into between her folds, Cavon must have stood because he wrapped his arms around her body and pressed on her nipples. The simultaneous bliss from the pressure on her nipples and the touching from Malik nearly toppled her.
    She’d been about to grab hold of Malik’s shoulders when she realized she was bound. The helplessness only added to the forbidden nature of what these men were doing to her. Malik licked her cunt and she drew up on her tiptoes.
    “Slave, do not come.” For emphasis, Cavon pinched her nipples so tightly the pain cascaded down her body.
    Before the ache reached her pussy, the sensation had turned into a whorl of pleasure. Malik nudged her legs wider.
    “I need more access, slave.”
    She held in her giggle but soon sobered as he slipped a thick finger up her wet channel. She inhaled sharply and tried not let the heat building inside her push her over the cliff of desire. She forced her thoughts to her job, trying to remember how many rooms were booked this weekend, but when Malik wiggled his finger, she lost all ability to