Bound to Surrender (South Jersey Bound Series) Read Online Free PDF Page B

yes,” he yelled.
    He shook and groaned and dug his fingers into her sides. He may have cried her name. She couldn’t tell. Caught in the tangle of limbs, all she could remember to do was breathe.
    When he eased out, she twisted to her side, remaining limp. She concentrated on his comforting, grounding hand against her forehead as he unbound her wrists.
    He rubbed her hands, urging the blood back into her fingers. She drew her legs against her abdomen and looked away. She thought she should say something, but he’d stolen her voice.
    ****
    Christina curled into a ball and a shiver of fear slithered through Bryce’s arms. Had he gone too far? He’d taken command, but now his heady sense of power dissipated.
    Her hair criss-crossed her white pillowcase in frantic patterns as the setting sun filtered through her lace curtains, drawing shadows of roses across the skin of her back. Bryce’s muscles remained frozen as her shoulders rose and fell with each deep, even breath.
    She wasn’t angry; she was sleeping.
    He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.
    I want a man who’ll fuck me until I’m screaming into the pillow.
    Masculine triumph swelled his chest. Quite the screamer she was, too—uninhibited, throaty, with jaw dropped in shock and pleasure. Her thighs had quivered against his pecs as she’d clenched around his cock.
    Careful not to disturb her rest, he rolled to his side and wrapped the spent condom in a tissue and tossed the wad into the trash. He stretched out beside her, and, with his eyes, he traced the shadows on her skin.
    She rolled onto her back, satisfaction painted across her tension-free face and over her swollen, red lips.
    He shook his head at his own audacity: you’ll get your fucking, I swear . That was a bit much, but she had gone along with everything he gave. Yes, Bryce.
    If he wasn’t so spent, he could have gotten hard again just thinking about how, at his command, her body undulated like a wave in the ocean. He brushed a tendril of damp hair from her forehead. Something in the vulnerable twist of her arm against her flushed cheek stole his sense of elation. He felt—what?
    He withdrew his hand and rolled over, sinking into her other pillow.
    He’d played games of domination with other women, but they had always been just that—games. Staged scenes—role plays that flirted with primal, base urges but stayed in the bedroom. He kept the truth locked so deep within, sometimes he even forgot. But his wolf-heart slept uneasily.
    He could not deny he was an alpha seeking his mate.
    He longed for a woman who could hunt on her own, but purr beneath him when he staked his claim. He’d nearly given up on the search, having decided long ago such a woman did not exist.
    He frowned at the curled body beside him. But she does.
    The moment her muscles sagged and her body convulsed in ecstasy, he felt her total surrender. He rolled toward her side and pulled her against his stomach, curling his body around hers.
    He’d conquered, but he lost something in the process. When her pulses drew his orgasm, he felt like her body yanked his come from somewhere within his spine and he had the mindless, crazy urge to tell her she’d be his forever.
    It was the moment, only the moment. He reassured himself as he slipped into sleep.
    If not, it could cost them both everything.
    ****
    Christina followed her friends Lisa and Jillian to an open bar booth. The windowless, divey pub’s atmosphere matched her murky mood.
    “Malone’s, huh?” Lisa bounced on the booth’s bench. “I hope this means the conversation is gonna get good.”
    Christina bit the side of her lip. “You don’t mind coming to a bar do you?”
    “Nah,” Jillian said. “I could use a beer.”
    “ You could use a beer!” Lisa cried. “Try prepping for a wedding.”
    Christina pushed aside thoughts of Bryce and focused on her friend. “How are things going? Ben’s not getting cold feet, is he?”
    Lisa’s lips lifted into a