And for the rest of Destiny’s.
“Do you think she’s okay?”Ryan asked, somehow capable of knowing exactly what she was thinking about at that moment.
“She's fine, she's with Shawn.You have to let the other guys have their turn with her as well,” El chided, patting Ryan's arm as it wrapped tightly around her shoulders, his other hand sliding down her body to play with the waistband of her panties.“It's not fair that you get to spend all day with her and that you hardly trust the others to be with her.Shawn’s her father as well,” El reminded Ryan, largely because she felt like she had to.Ever since Destiny had been born, he had been all over her, hardly letting the girl out of his sight.
Ryan was probably the type of dad that most people would write about.The kind of dad who put a playpen in his office so that he could look over his daughter and was already making plans to put a playground in full sight of his office window so that he could watch her the older she got.
El had thought that, out of all the guys, Marcus would probably be the worst about her.After all, Marcus was the oldest, and he had been waiting the longest for a mate.But it turned out that, out of all of her mates, Shawn and Ryan were the dad guys, and adorably so.
When Destiny wasn’t being raised onto Ryan’s powerful shoulders and carried around to mock roar at just about everyone in sight, she was spending her time with Shawn, who made it his goal to be as much of a girl dad as possible.
The former military man did not turn up his nose or scoff at anything, seeming to relish the fact that he could get in touch with his more feminine side, which, Destiny being Destiny, he needed to.
In such modern times, a lot of parents refused gender norms and tried to encourage their children to live a creative lifestyle without the boundaries of gendered play—but El had given Destiny an array of toys to choose from now that she was up and beginning to play, and she always chose pink and purple whenever given the chance.Aside from the occasional oddity inspired by the fact that her fathers were, at their core, a bunch of weirdo cats, Destiny seemed to lean into the more traditionally feminine way of life, choosing anything that had bright color and glitter and sparkles to wrap her developing gums around.
And to be honest?
All right, El wasn’t really a girly girl growing up, but there was a reason for that, she admitted to herself as she allowed herself to be pulled back onto the massive bed in her room by Ryan.
Until she had joined the Pride, El didn't really feel like she deserved to have any of that stuff.She didn't feel like she was a pretty enough girl, largely because of her mother's influence.At one point, when she was growing up, her mom had likened teaching her how to put on makeup to putting lipstick on a pig.That kind of stuff affected a girl, as much as she hated to admit it to herself.
Growing up, El had always wanted to please her mother in some way.The only problem was she felt like she was constantly reaching for something that she would never hold.Like no matter how hard she tried, no matter what she did, no matter who she spent time with, it would never be good enough for her mother.
This was why, despite the fact that she had practically abducted her and torn her away from her mates and everything that she knew and loved, El was admittedly glad that Persia was her mom.Even if their relationships still hadn't sunk into the normal mom-and-daughter territory.
Case in point, as El crawled into bed beside Ryan, she was already flipping through the tips and tricks that Persia had given her recently, a thing that she most definitely didn't want to do with her mom but that she just sort of naturally fell into when it came to the likes of Persia.
When it came to Persia, the line between mother and friend was still kind of blurry, and to be honest, she couldn't really begin to think of Persia as her mother yet.Even though she knew that Persia was most definitely sleeping with her father and her father was most definitely currently processing a divorce with the woman that she had grown up to call mother.It just felt wrong.Hopefully, it will feel better in time, but until then…
Until then, El climbed up the bed, baring her teeth at her mate in a warning of the hostility that was about to come.She considered herself an adventurous lover, though she hadn't always.Ever since she had gotten in touch with her wild side, El had found that she liked a little bit of pain in the bedroom.
And, perhaps even more than that, she liked it when she was the one on top, especially when it came to Ryan.
There was something about seeing him, the king of the pack, lying on his back and smiling up at her, completely at her mercy.She had to admit that it turned her on in about a thousand different ways and the way that he looked at her as she rolled her hips over him, toying with his member between her closed folds?Yeah, that was enough to get her going.
Then again, it always seemed like it didn’t take much ever since El had given birth.She was pretty sure that she had been marginally less horny when she was in her heat, but since El could barely remember much of anything in the post-birth baby haze that seemed to last for months at this point, she could have been wrong.
What wasn’t wrong, however, was the sound that escaped Ryan’s lips the moment that her hips moved over his, taunting him with the feeling of her slick heat, as well as the knowledge that he wouldn't get to decide when he got it.She was the one who made the choices in this relationship, and if she wanted to?She could leave him high and dry.A fact that she loved to remind him of, if only because it always prompted that low, rolling chuckle of his that she really enjoyed.
Ryan was already a handsome man, to begin with, but when she was on top of him, El felt like she could rule the world or, at the very least, the Pride.
“Beg for it,” she demanded.Her hips were a relentless wave of up and down as she moved over him, inciting the sort of groans that would make a porn star blush.
Ryan refused, however.
Of course, he refused; that was part of the game.If he didn’t, then she wouldn’t get off half as well.After all, there was a certain rush in taking pleasure from someone who refused to ask for it, especially when that someone was supposed to be the most powerful man she knew.
But still, El moved above him.Admittedly, today, she was a little impatient.To be honest, when she was feeling a little self-conscious about herself, there was nothing that made her feel more wanted than hearing one of her mates beg beneath her.There was something about the desperation that always filled their voices, a desperation that she could taste the moment that her lips descended upon Ryan, pressing against his as he lit out another groan at the angle she shifted to.
El was positioned just right.She could feel the rush of him moving through her fold, the slightest dip of him poking through her entrance, but she could still deny him.She could still take pleasure from him, allowing her clit to rub against the long length of his ungodly beautiful cock, but she could still torture him this way, lavishing him in her juices and giving him a taste of something that he wanted but could not have.Not unless he was willing to degrade himself.
“Ryan,” she said, her voice low, her tone soft and seductive as she once again ran up and down the length of him, closing her eyes in concentration at the feeling of his cock dipping into her pussy.To be honest, El didn’t know when sex with her mates would stop feeling the way that it did—mind-numbingly good—but she hoped the answer was never.
El was pretty sure that if given the chance, she would be one of those horny fuckers in a nursing home, putting all the nursing staff through hell as she chased after her mates down the hallways, still wanting them after all those years.
After all, the very last thing that El could imagine at that point in life was a world in which she did not want Ryan anymore.Especially if he was already well past her age in human years and looked the way that he did.Aging was kind to shifters.
El was not.
