“I want you,” she breathes, completely unaware of what she’s just agreed to.
But the wolf doesn’t care.
And neither do I.
Thirty-Eight
CARINA
Ryder’s handtangles in my hair, and he yanks my mouth to his. His kiss isn’t calm or tentative like earlier. It’s domineering. It’s controlling. It’s everything I can’t help but to whimper at. To part my lips for him and let himtake.
Lips controlling mine, tongue stroking the flames, and a grip that doesn’t loosen up when he forces me down, pushing me to my knees. His own body bends at the waist, following, and his mouth only breaks from mine when I’m in position.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, gripping my chin. “You’re my every craving wrapped into one pretty package.”
He pulls my sweater overhead, and then my shirt. He pushes my leggings down, and with a bit of shuffling, I help remove them from my body, leaving me clad in panties and a bra. A clawed finger drags between my breasts and towards my stomach, his growl emitting in the air. Only this time, it’s a warning for others to stay away, or a warning to me—which, I’m unsure.
His tone softens, and he licks his lips suggestively. “You really should have run when you had the chance. Once a wolfstarts eating, they don’t stop until every last scrap of food is gone.”
“Eating?” I shiver, either from his words or this weather. Having sex outdoors isnotglamorous, not in these temperatures, but mentioning that, asking for a warmer place, isn’t an option. Anything that’ll distract Ryder means he may end it.
“Hm,” he responds with a purr reminding me of the ones that fill his cabin when he sleeps. He taps the top of my head, ordering, “Come forward onto your hands.”
The couple of guys who assumed they could gain my submission were sorely mistaken. Turns out, rolling over and taking it—literally—isn’t for me. No hate to those who get off on it, but I don’t. With Ryder, it’s different. Obeying him and positioning myself onto my hands and knees as he commanded, despite the forest digging into my skin, is an easy thing. They’re instructions I listen to because I want to, and disobeying him would feel wrong.
Everythingabout Ryder is different. It’s like my body was waiting for him, but such an idea is asinine.
Ryder walks behind me. He pets the top of my hair to the base of my neck, where he pauses to lower to his knees behind me. Then he bends forward, his chest to my back, until his whisper carries no farther than the two of us. “You okay?”
“Mhm.” A shiver quickly follows, to which he rubs a hand down my spine.
“You’re cold. If I were a better man, I’d move this to a nearby cave.”
“Don’t stop.”
“Believe me,stoppingis the last thing I’ll be doing.”
Despite his words, he shuffles away. Not wanting to kill the mystery of his actions, I remain in position until he encompassesmy thighs, claws reaching around to slip beneath the material of my panties and tear them.
He pulls me overtop him, situating himself between my legs, on his back, so my knees fall on either side of his face. My hands brace for the sudden position change.
Silver eyes flash menacingly. “This is why, little witch, you should have ran from the big bad wolf.” His words brush against my core, now bare after his efforts, but I’m too busy biting down on my laughter at the pop-culture reference spoken by someone who lives in the woods full-time.
He reads my giggle as a taunt and licks a line up my core to the top of my clit with the flat of his tongue. His claws poke divots in my skin, which I really don’t care about—not if it means he’ll continue. In a way, he’s marking me as his—permanently. It’s a stupid thought, I realize. He parts me with his mouth and pulls me down over his face until his tongue sinks inside me.
Deep.
Very deep.
Deeper still…
My eyes peel open. “Is your tongue?—”
His swipe of my interior walls cuts off any chance of speech as pleasure sweeps me away, wipes my mind, and dulls every sense but the throbbing between my legs.
Okay, no, that’sdefinitelynot normal.His tongue…it’s doing…something. And it’s a something there’s no term for as it sets sparks in ways no one’s ever managed before.
Mind you, no one’s tongue has been this deep before.
