“I want you to touch me again,” she says, voice husky with need. “Like before. I want to feel...” Her breath hitches deliciously. “I want to feel you inside me.”
The growl that tears from my throat is barely human. “You say things like that and expect me to go slow?”
“No,” she admits, lifting her chin with that defiance that makes my wolf howl. “I want you to lose control.”
“Kitara, I—“ I start to warn her that she doesn’t know what she’s asking for, that the beast she’s provoking has teeth and claws and no mercy—but she cuts me off, moving toward me with purpose.
Her hands brush mine aside, fingers finding the clasp of my belt, dragging it slowly from the loops. Each movement is deliberate, exploratory—as if she’s learning how to be bold,how to take what she wants instead of waiting for it to be given.
She leans forward, pressing those soft lips to the hard plane of my stomach, just above the waistband of my pants. The touch is fire, sending jolts of electricity straight to my already aching cock. I exhale through my nose, fighting for control that’s slipping with every second.
“I’ve been patient,” she murmurs, each word a hot breath against my skin as she kisses lower, her fingers teasing at my waistband. “We’ve both been exhausted, but you can’t promise me something then not deliver, Ryker.” She looks up at me, and the sight of her like this—on her knees, eyes dark with want—nearly undoes me. “Make love to me.”
“Kitara—“ I try once more to warn her, to give her an out before the beast breaks its chains—but then she’s tugging my fly down, and my cock springs free, hard and aching and so ready for her it’s nearly purple with need.
The moan she makes at the sight of me is enough to shatter what’s left of my restraint.
“Can I taste?” she asks, her small hand wrapping around my length, and gods help me, but the image of those perfect lips stretched around my cock makes my head spin.
“You can do whatever the fuck you want to me,” I tell her through gritted teeth, knowing it’s the absolute truth. There’s nothing I would deny her, nothing I wouldn’t give if she asked. “But know you’re playing a dangerous game, little wolf.”
“Good,” she whispers, her hand giving my length a slow, experimental pump that has me seeing stars.
My control snaps at her response, at the teasing smile playing at the corners of her mouth. I fist one hand in her hair, dragging her head back so our eyes meet. I need her to see what she’s unleashed, what’s coming for her.
“You want to act like a little tease?” I growl, nostrils flaring as I inhale the rich scent of her arousal. “Fine. Butyou’re not getting out of this bed until I’ve knotted you so deep you forget your own damn name.”
A devil dances in her eyes as she meets my gaze. “Promise?”
The challenge in that single word is the final straw. With a snarl that’s pure alpha, I yank her up to me, claiming her mouth in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue and primal need. There’s no gentleness in it, no restraint, just raw hunger that’s been building since the moment I first scented her in that clearing.
She meets me with equal fervor, clawing at my shirt, biting my bottom lip in a way that makes my cock throb with anticipation. I push her back onto the bed, pinning her with my weight, reveling in the way she yields and challenges all at once.
“You think you’re in charge?” I rasp against her mouth as my hands shred what’s left of her clothes, needing her bare beneath me now. “You think you can just touch me and I won’t lose control?”
She gasps as I press one thick thigh between her legs, forcing her to grind against the hard muscle. The heat of her, the slick evidence of her desire, makes my mouth water with the need to taste her again.
“I was trying to be polite,” she pants, rubbing herself shamelessly against my thigh. “But if you want to throw me down and fuck me—gods, Ryker, please?—”
I grab her thighs, my hands digging into their fleshy fullness with a strength that will leave marks tomorrow—marks that satisfy some primitive part of me. “Oh, I’m going to ruin you.”
“You already did,” she pants, the words half challenge, half surrender as she licks up to my jaw. “And I want more.”
I’m panting like a beast in rut as I leave her to drop down between those soft thighs, one broad palm splaying over herbelly to hold her in place. The scent of her arousal is intoxicating—sweet musk and heat that calls to my wolf.
“I need to taste you,” I tell her, my voice barely recognizable even to my own ears. “Need to see how wet you’ve been for me, how aching and unsatisfied.”
I force her legs open wider and dive in without preamble, my tongue flicking over her clit once, twice, before I begin to feast like a starving man. The taste of her—gods, the taste—is better than anything I’ve ever known. Rich and complex and addictive. I could spend hours worshipping her like this, learning every fold and secret place, cataloging each sound she makes as I draw her pleasure higher.
She arches off the bed, thighs trembling on either side of my head, her moans a symphony that drives me wild. I suck and lick, teasing her clit with slow, deliberate circles that have her writhing beneath my mouth.
“You’re soaked,” I groan, pulling back just enough to look at her—spread and glistening and perfect. My mouth is wet with her essence, and something about the way her eyes darken at the sight makes me even harder. “You need this. You need me.”
“Yes,” she gasps, clawing at my arms with desperate hands. “Please, Ryker. Fuck me. Knot me. I want to feel you claim me.”
The words are like gasoline on a fire, burning through what little control I have left. I rise over her, cock thick and aching between us, ready to give her exactly what she’s begging for.
“Turn over,” I command, wanting to take her from behind, to mount her properly the way my wolf is howling for.
