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while he fucked Remy’s tight
little ass, of course. Hank’s cock throbbed in pain between his
legs, more than ready to fulfill the need coursing through him. It
was past time for them to mate, and Hank couldn’t last much
longer.
    The only choice that seemed available
was to take his human home where Remy belonged. Once there and
awake, Hank could claim him there. Hank rose and grabbed a duffle
bag and dumped the contents on the floor, knowing the human would
have needs. He started throwing clothing and the few toiletries he
recognized into the bag as he awaited Paul to return with their
ride, thankful he’d listened to Ty for once. It wouldn’t have been
easy to drag a human back up the mountain, even in wolf
form.
     
    ****
     
    Remy awoke in a darkened room. He
moved his hand to rub his eyes, but he couldn’t move it. He tugged
both hands, but each wrist seemed bound. As his vision cleared, he
realized he was in an unfamiliar bed where leather straps held his
hands and feet down. Remy was spread eagle on the bed, his clothes
gone.
    When he lifted his head to look around
the room, he caught movement from the corner of his eye. Yellow
eyes glowed in the dark, their gaze trained on him. The wolfman
leaned forward into a patch of light filtering through a covered
window, and Remy could see his eyes once more shift back to the
deep chocolate they’d been. “About time you woke up, Sleeping
Beauty.”
    “ Why am I tied
down?”
    “ Because it’s our way,”
Hank said offhandedly as he rose from his chair. He only wore
jeans, his massive expanse of chest showing the man’s
power.
    “ Your way?”
    “ Wolves bind their mates
when they claim them,” Hank said lowly.
    “ Who knew werewolves were
into BDSM?” Remy said with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood and
calm himself down.
    Hank lifted something off a bureau
near the bed before unzipping his jeans and kicking them to the
floor. His thick, heavy erection swung between his massive thighs,
hard and ready to penetrate. Remy swallowed; unsure he could take a
man that big without pain. Hank climbed into the bed and crawled up
Remy’s body, dropping small, harmless bites to Remy’s legs as he
moved. When he reached Remy’s cock, Hank licked the length of the
shaft up and down before circling his tongue around the
head.
    “ They’ll be more time for
real foreplay next time. I’ve waited too long to go slow. For now,
I need to be inside you and lay claim to what’s mine.” Hank lifted
on his knees and showed Remy a bit of leather in his hands. “First,
we’ll start with this.”
    As Hank lifted the leather to Remy’s
neck, he realized it was a collar. When Hank secured it around
Remy’s neck, he felt his balls tighten even closer to his body at
the wolf’s possessive move. He’d never been collared before, nor
had he ever experimented with BDSM, even though it had intrigued
him. Now, he would be brought into the world whether he wanted to
or not. Hank’s nimble fingers soon had the collar in place, and
Remy felt a wave of heat course through him once it was
on.
    Hank then lifted his hand to a metal
bar with cuffs hanging from the posters of the bed he lay upon.
“This will hold you in place while I claim you, human.”
    Remy watched Hank remove Remy’s first
cuff. He was tempted to pull his hand away and fight the
bondage.
    “ I see the look in your
eye. Don’t fight this. I’m much stronger than you are, and you
won’t win.”
    “ You expect me to submit
completely? Without doubt?”
    “ I know you have doubts.
Lots of them. But after I claim you, you’ll know who your master
is.”
    “ My master?” Remy asked.
His body shivered, his need escalating at the thought of Hank
mastering him.
    “ I told you that you were
mine.”
    “ Mine for a night or two,”
Remy said as he writhed under the large male, loving the feel of
Hank on top of him. “Let’s keep it real.”
    “ Forever. You’re
mine forever .
Wolves don’t release their