Something soft and squishy brushed against the top of her foot, and she jumped. Corking her yelp, she glanced down and spied Izzy draped across her shoe. The puppy attempted to wedge its nose between Clarissa’s ankle and the upper strap of her high heels.
“You better not be thinking about peeing on my foot.”
Instead of doing that—thank goddess—the puppy started chewing on the tiny buckle on Clarissa’s ankle strap. She sighed. “Do you have something against Steve Madden? Honestly, those shoes cost me a pretty penny. And I kind of like them.” She was talking to a puppy like it understood what she was saying. Shit, she was more tired than she’d originally thought. Reaching down, she picked up Izzy and placed her a safe distance away. “Go on now. Shoo. Peach has a whole closet of shoes I’m sure she’d just love for you to wreck.”
Rather than obey, the puppy waddled back to Clarissa’s foot and made herself at home again. Clarissa sucked in a deep breath, channeling her inner Zen. Yeah, like that place remotely existed. “Really, I have stuff to do. You’re not helping me here.” She tried moving Izzy again, but the pup had apparently decided to become permanently attached to her foot. “Peach put you up to this, didn’t she?” Muttering beneath her breath, she scooped up the puppy. After giving Izzy a silent look of warning, she placed the dog on her lap, where Izzy immediately curled into a ball and rumbled a contented snore. For such a little thing, it was damn loud. There was no way in hell she’d ever get any work done now.
Left with not much else to occupy herself, Clarissa stroked her fingers through Izzy’s glossy fur. The throbbing in her temples began to lessen, and for the first time in what felt like forever, a tiny piece of calm clicked in place.
Her mouth crooked into a wry half smile. “Don’t think this changes anything. I’m still not picking up your poop.”
Sometime around eleven, Clarissa woke to the sound of a thump and a puppy-like growl.
“What the fuck? There’s a dog in your bed.”
She blinked the sleep from her eyes, barely making out Logan’s shadowy outline looming above her. “That’s Izzy, Floyd’s illegitimate offspring and apparently the newest member of the coven. The little faker wouldn’t stop whimpering until I let her up here with me.”
“That’s all it took to get in your bed? Shit, why didn’t I try that?”
Her vision slowly adjusted to the inky darkness, and she watched as Logan stripped off his T-shirt, jeans and briefs. “What are you doing?”
He bent and grabbed something from his pant’s pocket. A condom? Half a second later, the unmistakable rip of a foil packet verified her suspicion.
“What do you think?” The sexy promise in his low voice made her breath quicken, and her pussy grew damp.
Despite her arousal, a thread of panic shot through her. They couldn’t do this here, with all of the others within earshot. What if someone overheard them? She started to sit up, but her arms pulled tight over her head, preventing her from lifting. Mystified, she tried to move her hands, her bafflement increasing when they wouldn’t budge from the slatted headboard.
“It’s no use, shug. I tied you in good.”
She gaped at Logan’s dim outline. “You tied me to the bed?” She wasn’t sure what bemused her more—the fact that he had, or that she’d slept through it.
“Yep. Figured I’d forget about it, didn’t ya?”
“Forget?” She tracked back to the wicked picture he’d deliberately painted in her mind the previous night, when he’d had her pinned against the wall in the back hallway of Tatum’s. Her pulse accelerated. “You mean…”
“Yeah, baby. I’m in the mood for a late-night snack.” His form disengaging from the shadows, Logan stepped closer. He peeled the bedcovers down, and another small growl issued from Izzy, presumably her way of bitching at having her sleep disturbed. Logan patted the wad of bedding where the puppy was snuggled. “Hush, or you’re goin’ on the floor.”
Izzy immediately shut up, and Clarissa grunted. “What is that? Some kind of doggie mind control?”
Logan knelt at the foot of the bed, causing the mattress to dip. “She respects her alpha.” His hands caressed over her ankles before moving higher and smoothing along her calves. “Something you could use a lesson on.”
She wanted to snort at his outrageous arrogance—truly she did—but the heat of his palms on her flesh, along with the hypnotic glow of his amber irises as he leaned over her, played havoc with her brain and body. She attempted to distract herself by craning her neck and trying to see what he’d tied her with. The angle of her head made it impossible though.
“They’re a pair of stockings,” Logan said, obviously taking pity on her plight.
“Mine?”
He chuckled. “Well, they’re sure as hell not mine.”
“Logan, we can’t do this.” She attempted to inject a modicum of calm reason in her voice. Something she failed miserably at, considering the breathless way she’d whispered the words.
“It’s a little late to play hard to get, shug.” As if taunting her, Logan tickled the inside of her calf, making her squirm. “Besides, I like havin’ you at my mercy like this. No way I’m passin’ up the opportunity to do all kinds of wicked things.”
It was on the tip of her tongue to point out that this had nothing to do with playing coy, and everything to do with ensuring they wouldn’t get busted by her coven sisters. But once again, the blistering-hot promise in Logan’s tone had her protests dying in her throat. Instead, she swallowed and licked her lips before voicing the one question most prominently featured in her mind. “Wh-what kind of wicked things?”
Logan’s slow smile revealed his triumph. The bastard knew he had her. “For starters, I’m plannin’ on gorging on you. And I’ll take my sweet time with it.” His fingertips danced upward, flirting with the scalloped hem of her cotton sleep shorts. “You’ll beg me to go faster, beg me to make you come, but that won’t happen until I’m good and ready.”
The firm authority in his tone provoked another of those decadent shivers throughout her body, and her clit throbbed in anticipation of the delicious torture Logan was about to inflict on it. It occurred to her again that she shouldn’t like this, having the control stripped away from her.
So why was her pussy wetter than it had ever been? It must be the situation. Being trussed to her bed with her own damn stockings. Sweet goddess, she was truly warped.
“I can smell how aroused you are.” Logan’s voice was practically the consistency of gravel. Just the sound of it turned her on like crazy. He slid his palms beneath the legs of her shorts and cupped her ass before delving his fingers into the crease between her cheeks. With teasing lightness, he grazed over the sensitive tissue of her perineum. She held her breath as his fingertip dipped against her hidden pucker.
“I’m gonna fuck you here too. Not tonight. But soon.”
“What if I don’t w-want it?”
“Then I’d honor your decision to say no.” The pad of his finger stroked her, its soft, seductive glide coaxing a moan from her throat. “But I’m bankin’ on a different word comin’ from your mouth when I’m feastin’ on your pussy, gettin’ you hot and desperate for my cock. By the time I’m done, you’ll want me sinkin’ balls-deep in every single one of your holes. And I will, baby. I’ll give you everything you crave.”
The fire raging through her body threatened to consume her. She arched against his hand, a needy whimper escaping. “Logan…”