He probes parts of me that make me shake and quiver. That have my hands fisting his hair as I clench my eyes, focusing on the onslaught of responsivity. Of his tongue inside me, his nails clawing at my skin, his growl bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
And then it flicks, and I careen off that edge in wave after wave that pulls me forward, weakening my muscles. Panting, I attempt to straighten, but his hands come around my thighs and reposition me. One leg gets tossed over his shoulder, lewdly spreading me open.
His tongue has retreated back to normal size, and somehow maintaining this complicated position, I study his parted mouth. “How…?”
“We can partially shift any part of our bodies. Wolves have longer tongues than mortals.” He makes a show of licking his lips. “And fuck me, you really are the tastiest morsel.”
Keeping his unnatural silver eyes on mine, he parts my pussy for his tongue and laps my clit. After the orgasm, I’m so sensitive, and my careening cry makes it known.
“R-Ryder!”I gasp and he growls in response. His hand forces my legs farther open while his other moves from my thigh to where his tongue torments me. There’s a sharp prick as his claw traces my core, and then it’s gone, a human finger sinking inside me.
“Oh,fuck. Ryder.” My arms shake. “Fuck, this is…”
He releases another low noise and sucks on my clit, sending my hips driving downwards and burying his finger even deeper inside. He curls it, pressing into a sensitive place that drenches my insides.
I’m barely down from that intense orgasm before he’s flipping me onto my back and ripping through whatever’s left of my bra. Claiming nips go from the corner of my mouth to my neck, and then my breasts, where he sinks his teeth around my nipples hard enough it hurts. Just when the sting gets too much, he moves on, like he knew. He nips down my stomach, over my hips, and between my thighs.
“Dreamed of this,” he murmurs. “These breasts. This ass.You. Dreamed of you since the moment we met.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” His eyes remain downcast, unfocused, and he observes himself sinking his finger inside me—another soon joining.
And then a third, stretching me to the point there’s a slight burn.
“You can take it,” he murmurs soothingly, his free hand petting my thigh. “I need you ready for me. Need you ready to accept me.”
My attention dives to between his legs, to where his cock is ready, full and erect, standing at attention. Although he’s spent half our time together naked, I was good and always kept my eyes averted—because if I looked, I’d want, and I never foresaw this.
Now his statement makes sense; he needs me ready to takethat.
Ryder continues making soothing noises that chase away the anxiety, and soon, there’s nothing but him. The breeze above head, the moon, the birds chirping far away—gone. There’s an ominous sensation filling the area, but nothing I can explain, being lost to his touch, his murmurs,him.
Stretched, the burn seems endless, but it does end eventually. Not with an orgasm, but a soothing lull. He notices and slides his fingers from me. “You good?”
“Yeah.”
“Good.”
Quick as a flash, his hands cup my hips, and he flips me from my back and onto my hands and knees again. He kicks my legs apart, fists my hair, and arches my back.
And then his cock sinks inside me and everything explodes in a myriad of colours.
Thirty-Nine
RYDER
Mate.
Claim.
Mine.
When I thrust inside Carina, it all locks into place. This, this right here, is where I’m meant to be.
I have to bite her for the bond to be completed. Sink my teeth into her shoulder while fucking her, to leave a mark every shifter will recognize.
She’ll be untouchable.
