Bound (2 page)

Madison had noticed he never asked any of the other women. He only ever asked her.

“Yes, Master. I submit to you.” She lowered her gaze. Her pussy grew slick at just the thought of submitting to him.

Malcolm released out a low growl. “You’re wet.”

It wasn’t a question so she didn’t actually answer him. There was no point in responding. When he wanted an answer, he’d direct a question at her.

Her heart raced even more as his hands circled her wrists. Malcolm wrapped some rope around her wrists, looping them through until they were bound together. This is what she loved about him. His touch alone had the power to turn her on. It was everything about Malcolm. The carefully controlled mask that he placed for others to see, she saw beyond.

Beneath his mask, there was a beast that wanted out, and she wanted to be the one to unleash him.

“Did you like what you saw?” he asked.

“Yes, Master. I liked it very much.” A jolt of jealousy struck her hard, and she lowered her gaze once again. She didn’t want to think about him touching another woman.

Before Malcolm, she’d never been the jealous type. T just wasn’t what she wanted to focus on, but she couldn’t help herself when it concerned Malcolm. No man had made her feel so possessive, yet here she was, jealous of a fellow submissive that was getting his attention.

Madison didn’t have a claim on him, and she didn’t see him settling down with a woman like her … or a woman in general.

She was human, and she’d never heard of a wolf shifter settling down with a human. Taking a deep breath, tears sprang to her eyes at how useless her love for him actually was.

“You do not need to be jealous,” he said.

Glancing up, she gasped. The animal was under control, and Malcolm held her chin in his hand. When Malcolm touched her, her entire body was aflame with emotions coursing through her, taking over, and claiming her.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“Don’t be sorry for being jealous.”

The club fell away, and she stared at the man before her.

“You’re not mine to be jealous over.”

For several seconds, he stared into her eyes, and she wondered if he was fighting his own feelings for her.

Don’t be stupid.

Malcolm was one of the most popular Doms in Club Corruption, and she didn’t see him changing who he was for her.

The spell was broken for a second as he lifted her hands above her head and locked them into the hook.

She was bound and exposed for all to see, but right here and right now, it was just the two of them. Malcolm moved behind her, placing his palm against her stomach.

“Look out at the crowd.”

Staring over the crowd, she struggled to see them in the bright light cast on the stage.

“I see them, and I see the men wanting to be me, touching you, getting ready to punish you. You’ve not been a bad girl though, have you? You’ve always been a good girl, and you’ve not let another man punish you.”

From the moment she’d seen Malcolm, been with him as a submissive, she’d not wanted anyone else. She’d denied every other Dom in the club so that Malcolm would see she wanted only to be with him. He was the one man she wanted.

The shifter inside him didn’t scare her. She adored him with all of her heart. At first, it had started out as mere curiosity. Then over time, she’d become aware of her body’s reaction to his touch.

“Why don’t you let another touch you?” he asked, biting her ear.

She gasped, closing her eyes at the intense pleasure rushing through her body at the bite of pain.

This was what it was like to be with him, to want more than just the pain he gave her. This was what it felt like to want him, and only him.

Malcolm saw past
the lights. He saw the envy on most of the men’s faces. Madison was one of the women that was a mystery to most of the men. She’d come to the club as a perfect submissive and a Painslut. Within a night, she’d changed, and he’d been aware it was the day she saw him on stage. After she saw him, she’d come to the stage like she was now, and she’d never done a scene with another Dom.

He liked it.

She was his own little toy to play with. Stroking a hand over her stomach, he bit her ear once again, hard enough to cause pain and draw blood. He kept his beast at bay, but he hadn’t been able to stop that bite.

One time he lost control with his beast, and he’d killed someone. He wasn’t going to do it again, and he pushed the violent memories away. This was not the time to think about the shit he’d been through. He couldn’t let his animal out, so he didn’t turn.

Sliding his hand down her stomach, the tips of his fingers grazed over the fine hairs decorating her pussy. The scent of her juicy cunt was thick in the air. His mouth watered for a taste.

Another aspect of playing he denied himself was allowing himself an orgasm with a woman. He played, he brought them to climax, but he always took care of his own needs. There was no way he was ever going to put a woman at risk with his carnal need to dominate.

“Answer my question, Madison.”

“I’m no one else’s to touch.”

Fuck, she knew just what to say to get to him. He hadn’t for a second believed she wanted him so badly. With her arousal heavy in the air like it always was, it was the truth.

She didn’t belong to anyone else.

Mine.

Closing his eyes, he counted to ten in order to gain control of the monster inside him.

I won’t hurt her.

Mate.

Enough!

Plunging his fingers into her pussy, he moaned as her cream soaked his fingers. He wanted to fall to his knees before her, lift her legs up, and lick the cream from her cunt. Instead of worshipping her in ways he never had a woman, he lifted his fingers, and licked the cream from the digits.

Moaning, he relished the taste.

Staring over the crowd, he saw all the men panting for more. They wanted what he had, and they were never going to get it. Madison belonged to him.

No!

He couldn’t have her.

The beast was not under control.

There was no way he could risk her life. He cared about Madison too much to put her at risk. Sinking his fingers into her hair, he jerked her head back so that she was looking at him.

“You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I do. You just don’t like it, Master.”

And that was the truth.

N
ow that his
animal was pushing forward, gaining more strength with Madison on stage, Malcolm knew the truth. He took a step back, braced a hand on the wall beside him, and breathed in and out harshly. The crowd in front of him started moving on their feet, the confusion on their faces and in the air thick, suffocating. He needed to get control of his wolf, because as it was the fucker was right there, pushing forward.

The flavor of Madison’s blood on his tongue, and the sight of the small wound on her ear where he’d bit her struck him like a hot poker right to his gut. He sucked in air, felt his nails lengthen into claws, felt his canines elongate, and felt the wolf inside of him push forward again. He was becoming more of an animal where it concerned Madison, and that scared the hell out of him.

He wanted to rush off the stage, to get away from everyone, especially Madison, so he didn’t hurt another person. That night, all those years ago, played through his head. He’d been so young, so young and he had only shifted a few times. He’d been wracked with power, adrenaline, the need to just be free and wild. And when he’d come across a hiker, one that was afraid instantly at his size, at the wildness that came from Malcolm, something inside of him had switched, just flipped like a light being turned on.

He was there again, in that darkened forest, the trees surrounding that frightened human in front of him. The stage disappeared, and he stared at that male, the one that started raising his hands, trying to ward off Malcolm. He’d thrown rocks at him, brought out a knife and proceeded to swipe at the great beast in front of him, and that only made Malcolm want more, need more. He hadn’t wanted to hurt the man, not at first, but when the male plunged the knife into Malcolm’s side, he’d change inside, became the monster he was today.

Instinct took over and everything went black.

When the world came rushing back, he’d been sitting amongst the corpse of that hunter, blood covering his paws and muzzle, and the feeling of power over the taking of a life filling him.

The world rushed back, he stared at Madison who was still strung up in front of him, and the realization that she was truly his mate slammed into him with enough force his throat and lungs seized. Nothing else mattered but her, and once he’d finally let his wolf get power, or rather his wolf had used his strength to overpower Malcolm’s human side, the true nature of who Madison was filled him.

He went over to her, his hands shaking, his wolf at the ready, making Malcolm more animal than human right now, even though he walked on two feet and resembled the lesser species.

Once she was unrestrained, he held her in his arms, stared down at where her neck met her shoulder, and his mouth watered, wanting to mark her. It was an overpowering sensation, one that came from his beast, and one that he wouldn’t be able to deny for much longer.

But his past rushed forward, stealing this time with the one woman meant to be his, and he pushed away from her. He couldn’t do this; he couldn’t be next to her and risk her life.

Malcolm stared at her once more, and then turned and left the club. He needed time to think, to clear his head, and come to terms with what he was and how he’d actually deal with this.

He found himself
in the middle of the woods, standing in front of the pile of rocks that he’d specifically placed there so many years ago. Hunters had found the body of the hiker, and as much as Malcolm had wanted to give the man his life back, he couldn’t even remember killing him. He couldn’t remember anything after that knife slicing into his wolf form and everything going blank. But he was a murderer. He knew this with every fiber of his being. The flavor of that hiker’s blood would always be on his tongue, in his body.

He stared at the rocks for several more minutes and felt his wolf rise up, but he lifted his head and inhaled deeply. He was alone and could smell that the only other creatures with him were the forest inhabitants.

And for the first time in far too many years, he let himself change into his wolf, let the power that came with letting go, of being free, come forward. He did this to release the wild energy inside him, to expel everything dirty that he harbored inside of him. He had a mate, and he couldn’t risk being volatile around her, couldn’t risk hurting her. He needed to think, to run, and hopefully he would have a clearer head when he came out on the other side of it all.