He lifted his head just enough to look at her in warning. He knew his eyes were glowing, showing the cat in him. The feral cat. A leopard on the brink of wild and dangerous. “I’ll buy you another one. Kick off your shoes.” He growled out the command and went back to devouring her breasts.

His fingers tugged and rolled at her nipple, rough, hard, so that she squirmed and whimpered. He kept at it, scenting her call, inhaling the need in her that only fed his hunger more. She was obedient, removing the small flats that had been part of the bundle of clothing Emma had sent over, clothing that allowed for fast removal when she needed to shift—or her lover demanded she rid herself of clothes quickly.

She panted against his shoulder, dropping her head there, her hips moving restlessly against his body. He pushed his engorged cock tight against her, and once again lifted his head.

“Get rid of the jeans. I need them off you right now. From now on, I think you’ll have to wear long skirts. Or short ones. No panties.”

Her hands dropped instantly to the waistband of her jeans and she quickly unsnapped them and lowered the zipper. “I have to wear panties, you crazy man.”

He used his teeth again, nipping along the underside of her breast, and then over the smooth curve, his tongue easing the ache. He wanted his mark on her. He loved that. Loved to see his prints on her skin.

“Why? I see no reason at all for panties,” he replied, half serious.

She pushed the denim over her hips and he let her go to yank them down. The moment she stepped out of them, he caught her around the waist and tossed her onto the bed. She hit the mattress, her arms and legs sprawling out. He didn’t wait for her to recover, but went down over top of her, straddling her hips, still fully clothed. Catching her wrists, he stretched her arms above her head and pinned them to the mattress. Leaning over, he opened the drawer next to his bed and withdrew his handcuffs.

“Eli.” For a moment fear skittered through her eyes. Fear and excitement. “What are you doing?”

He cuffed her and then hooked the cuffs to the headboard. “What does it look like, baby? I want you at my mercy.”

“I’m always at your mercy.” She pulled a little on her arms. “I’m not certain I like this. I feel . . .” She trailed off when he moved down her body.