Arctic Bound by Tigris Eden

warred inside his mind as he tried to figure out the best way to go about pleasuring her without causing her to run screaming into the night. His wolf refused to be controlled. It made Victor work that much harder to control his urges. Gritting his teeth, he slowly rolled away from her and tried to think. She lay there on the ground. Her slick skin splayed out on the dirt floor made her look primitive and carnal. Wasn’t there a heated spring in this cave? He used to come to the cave as a boy and play with his brothers. He also brought girls to this cave when he responded to their heat. So many options, and very little time to pull it all off. The storm would soon pass, and with it, his only opportunity to work her out of his system for good.
    He needed rope. Hell, what he really needed was patience. She was there for the taking and he didn’t want to fuck it up by turning into a rabid beast.
    â€œUmmm—,” her voice was quiet. Hesitant. “We doing this, or have you decided you’d rather talk instead?” She was just as nervous as he was. No, he wasn’t nervous. Never that. He was anxious. He wanted to mark her. Tie her up and watch the rope dig into her skin leaving behind a beauty that very few people understood. His control was faltering and what little bit of sanity he had left was slowly seeping through his pores.
    â€œWe’re doing this,” his voice dropped lower and he had to clear his throat before he could continue. “Give me a minute.” Victor trailed a hand down the side of her hip. He liked the contrast of their skin tones. How they complimented one another. Up her torso, his hand traveled, goose bumps dotted her flesh. Yeah, she wanted him. The air was laced with a deep, sultry scent that was unmistakable to his wolf. Arousal. Potent and so thick Victor could almost taste it.
    â€œStand up.”
    She didn’t react right away but he could be patient. She was new to this form of stimulation. He'd watched her at the club. Saw how her body swayed as the woman on stage was being bound and played with. She wanted to submit to a man. But not just any man. It would be to someone with a strong hand and even stronger will. She was too standoffish. She needed someone to be direct and forward with her. Not someone she could boss around, and Victor was up for the challenge. He didn't have rope, but he had something that would do for now. The impressions wouldn’t be deep, but there would be enough of a mark on her flesh to accomplish the beauty he knew her skin could display.
    Nerina stood. Victor slowly rose to his feet so that they were chest to chest. He watched the vein at her neck pulse rapidly in time with her breathing as she pulled in air. With every breath, her beautiful breasts rose and fell seductively, calling to his inner beast. He wanted to control everything about this woman. Wanted her to share her deepest and darkest secrets. Victor couldn’t come to terms with the reality of what it all meant. He wouldn’t. They were in this moment, in this present time that lacked the formality of a true courtship.
    All he cared about was the feeling their coupling would evoke.
    Placing a steady hand on her hip, he pulled her forward until her nipples brushed his chest. She didn’t speak, didn’t react, but her eyes widened at their contact. He could see the uncertainty in her eyes as she too waged a war inside her own mind. She wasn’t an easy person to read. From what little she did let peek out from underneath her mask, Victor could see her confusion, and her fear. What rang true for both of them was the undeniable attraction they had for one another.
    â€œI’m going to touch you Nerina. Do things to you that may seem…” He hesitated for a moment trying to find the right words. “That may seem different. I promise you, you’ll enjoy every minute of our time here. If there’s something that bothers or concerns you,