back into her in a wild rush. He pulled her close, crushed her body to his. When she lifted her chin, his mouth came down hard on hers, bruising, punishing. But it was exactly what she needed. His mouth was sweet and demanding all at once, just like him. She wouldn't have him any other way. He pulled back, held her face in his hands and gazed down at her. “I want it all, Devin. I want to be with you, only you. I want to take you back to Sanctuary, to put my collar around your neck. To make you mine completely. Do you understand what that means?” “Yes.” Her heart was fluttering like a bird in her chest, needing to burst out, to fly. It meant he was hers, every bit as much as she belonged to him. Heart, body, soul. He was the man of her dreams, lovely dreams she'd never even known she had. And Shaye had been the one to show her. It hadn't been an easy journey, but then, nothing worth having came easily, did it?
“You hurt me, Shaye. I don't like that you can do that. But I accept it, that there is this one thing I have absolutely no control over. I have to if I'm going to love you, if you're going to love me. It's a risk I'm willing to take.”
“I realized the reason I left is that I couldn't handle that you could hurt me. That it's actually possible for the first time in my empty fucking life for any woman to have that much .. . power over me.” “That's why we have to trust each other. Why we have to trust that we won't abuse that power. It's the same way I have to trust you when we're in the roles of dominant and submissive. It's that same exchange of power that puts us on an even playing field, that balances it all out.” He stroked her flushed cheeks with his thumbs, the warmth of him seeping into her skin, then he bent his head and kissed her. This time it was a soft kiss, a tender kiss. A kiss filled with promise. “I love you,” he whispered against her mouth. “I love you. Jesus, I love you.”
The tears stung her eyes again. Her heart filled, swelled. And her body curled into his as though it belonged there. She was certain now that it did.
Yes, he would take her back to Sanctuary, collar her; they would make that binding commitment to each other. But none of it could compare to that sense of absolute Tightness she felt in his arms. She had found her sanctuary with him.
WILD NIGHTS
JACI BURTON
ONE
Mike Nottingham cocked a brow at the gold foil lined envelope sliding
across the table. He glanced up at his friend Denver McKenzie. “What 's this?” Denver slashed a wicked smile and tipped his glass of scotch in a toast. “A gift. You look tense.”
“Understatement.” Every muscle in his body was wound tight. Getting away from work for four days had helped. The conference here in Las Vegas had been worth attending, and he'd learned a lot. But what he'd really been looking forward to was the vacation he so desperately needed. He glanced down at the envelope. “You got me a present.” “Yeah.”
“I don't suppose there's a bottle of Jack Daniel's in there.” Den snorted. “You can get one of those yourself. What's in that envelope you can't.”
“So what's in here?”
“Exclusive club. Invitation only.”
Intrigued, Mike opened the envelope and pulled out the single embossed card, read it and glanced up at Denver. “Wild Nights?” “Right up your alley. I figured since you had some time to kill while you're here, you'd want some fun. You're not really the showgirl or Bunny Ranch type. I thought you might want something a little more out of the ordinary, and definitely private.” Den knew him well. Friends since their college days and through veterinary school, he and Denver went way back. Den knew Mike's predilection for the wild life. Even the name of the club fit Mike's personality. He did his job as a veterinarian in Oklahoma. He made nice with his customers and he loved his animals. But at night and on his own time, he liked to cut loose, especially sexually. So did Den. Which had a
“You hurt me, Shaye. I don't like that you can do that. But I accept it, that there is this one thing I have absolutely no control over. I have to if I'm going to love you, if you're going to love me. It's a risk I'm willing to take.”
“I realized the reason I left is that I couldn't handle that you could hurt me. That it's actually possible for the first time in my empty fucking life for any woman to have that much .. . power over me.” “That's why we have to trust each other. Why we have to trust that we won't abuse that power. It's the same way I have to trust you when we're in the roles of dominant and submissive. It's that same exchange of power that puts us on an even playing field, that balances it all out.” He stroked her flushed cheeks with his thumbs, the warmth of him seeping into her skin, then he bent his head and kissed her. This time it was a soft kiss, a tender kiss. A kiss filled with promise. “I love you,” he whispered against her mouth. “I love you. Jesus, I love you.”
The tears stung her eyes again. Her heart filled, swelled. And her body curled into his as though it belonged there. She was certain now that it did.
Yes, he would take her back to Sanctuary, collar her; they would make that binding commitment to each other. But none of it could compare to that sense of absolute Tightness she felt in his arms. She had found her sanctuary with him.
WILD NIGHTS
JACI BURTON
ONE
Mike Nottingham cocked a brow at the gold foil lined envelope sliding
across the table. He glanced up at his friend Denver McKenzie. “What 's this?” Denver slashed a wicked smile and tipped his glass of scotch in a toast. “A gift. You look tense.”
“Understatement.” Every muscle in his body was wound tight. Getting away from work for four days had helped. The conference here in Las Vegas had been worth attending, and he'd learned a lot. But what he'd really been looking forward to was the vacation he so desperately needed. He glanced down at the envelope. “You got me a present.” “Yeah.”
“I don't suppose there's a bottle of Jack Daniel's in there.” Den snorted. “You can get one of those yourself. What's in that envelope you can't.”
“So what's in here?”
“Exclusive club. Invitation only.”
Intrigued, Mike opened the envelope and pulled out the single embossed card, read it and glanced up at Denver. “Wild Nights?” “Right up your alley. I figured since you had some time to kill while you're here, you'd want some fun. You're not really the showgirl or Bunny Ranch type. I thought you might want something a little more out of the ordinary, and definitely private.” Den knew him well. Friends since their college days and through veterinary school, he and Denver went way back. Den knew Mike's predilection for the wild life. Even the name of the club fit Mike's personality. He did his job as a veterinarian in Oklahoma. He made nice with his customers and he loved his animals. But at night and on his own time, he liked to cut loose, especially sexually. So did Den. Which had a
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