He took my silence as an invitation to continue. His fingers went to my belt, dragging the tail through the buckle, freeing it from around my waist. When I still didn't move, he grabbed the zipper of my fatigues, sliding it down.
My hard dick sprung out, tenting my briefs as he ran his palm over the head of my cock. Precum leaked from the tip. Lowin my groin, something pulsed, responding to his touch.
A loud bang on the door stalled his hand.
"Pack meeting, ten minutes! Mandatory attendance," Cade ordered gruffly through the door.
The spell broke.
I moved fast, pushing off Ryker and getting to my feet, ignoring the charged energy still hanging in the air between us. I zipped my fly and refastened my belt while he tucked his arms behind his head, relaxing and stretching out on my bed like he owned it.
His grin turned lazy and wicked. “Guess we’ll have to try again later. Maybe next time, we can let Kitten watch and make her little fantasy come true.” He paused, eyes glinting with mischief. “Anything for our omega, right?”
My jaw flexed, but I didn’t answer.
He laughed softly. “C’mon, Tally, tell me how much you'd fucking like it too.”
I rolled my eyes. “You talk too much.”
He tilted his head, still smirking. “Only when it makes you blush”
“I don't blush. I'm not a teenage girl. Let's go, Ryker. Get off my bed.”
“Cade said ten, that’s just enough time to jerk off. I’ll be out soon.”
“No fucking way, not in my bed!” I argued, but he was already unzipping his pants.
His cock sprang out of his boxers, and his hand wrapped around the thick shaft. Ryker's knot inflated, and pre-cum leaked from the mushroom tip. My dick pulsed again.
“What the fuck, Ryker! You better not get a drop on my sheets.”
He shot me a wink as his hand started moving lazily up and down in long strokes. “I bet your wolf would love that. It'd probably roll around in my scent.”
I flipped him off and turned for the door, my pulse hammering, acutely aware of how aroused I was as his low, knowing chuckle echoed behind me.
When I entered the living quarters, Cade was already at the table, rifling through paperwork as usual. I joined him, trying to pull myself together. He glanced up, his brows drawing together in mild concern.
“You okay? Is your wolf riding you? Need to shift?”
“I’m good. It’s just Ryker. He’s under my skin.”
Cade snorted. “When isn’t he under someone’s skin?”
Through our bond, I could feel Rowan’s appetite stirring, a low pull of hunger that sent my alpha instincts into overdrive. The need to tend to her, to provide for my mate, rose sharp and insistent.
I gathered ingredients and started on lunch while I waited for the rest of the pack to drift in. The familiar motions steadied me, providing clarity, which I needed now. But as I cut through tomatoes, my mind replayed what had just happened, every detail surfacing despite my efforts to divert my focus.
Ryker's smirk and dimpled cheeks.
His hand, dragging down my zipper.
Slowly.
The pulsing need, low in my groin, as I studied his lips.
His hard cock pressing against the inside of my thigh.
I had tried to play it off like it was Rowan's fantasy, but if I was being honest, how many times had I envisioned that instead of a woman between us, it was just Ryker and I? How many times had I wrapped my hands around his throat, watching his face scrunch with pleasure while I came?
