“Then do.” I smacked my cheek and pulled it to the side. “Now.”
Rhys took me by the hips, his big hands gripping me firmly but with gentleness, and pushed in a fraction.
Not enough.
I braced myself on the backrest of the couch and thrust back, impaling myself on his cock. The fullness gave me a sliver of relief, but I needed more.
“Fuck, you’re so wet. So hot. Sol, my Sun, you’re perfect.” Rhys pulled out halfway, then slammed into me again.
He couldn’t say that to me. I wanted him to ruin my body, not my heart. “That’s it. Like that. But harder.”
Rhys rocked into me with gentle but heated urgency that grew more desperate by the minute. I matched his movements, relishing every glide of his dick inside me as the base of it began to swell.
Sharp pounding on the window startled me, and I looked ahead.
Cold sweat broke out on my skin.
“Dryden?”
The man of my nightmares stood on the other side of the wall of glass with a scowl worthy of an Alpha ready to murder someone.
Me. He wanted to harm me.
“I’m so sorry. He found me.” How the hell did he do that? I turned off the tracking on my phone and the watch in my backpack.
“Fuck. Let me cover you.” Rhys reached for a blanket.
“No. Are the windows bulletproof?”
“Yes.”
“Then keep fucking me.” I sneered at Dryden, meeting his gaze. “I want him to see that I’m yours.”
“With pleasure.” Rhys sped his thrusts, slamming into my pliant hole.
Dryden pounded on the glass again, this time with both fists. “You filthy bitch!” he yelled. “Whore!”
“I’m a slut for Rhys and his cum.” I arched theatrically. “You’d never satisfy me!”
Dryden took a few steps back and, I expected, pulled his gun out and shot at the window.
I flinched at the sound of it hitting the glass, my heart pounding. I gripped the couch, digging my fingers into the leather, hoping my hands would stop shaking.
“Ruin me.” I said in a whisper. “Breed me, Rhys!”
“Anything you need, baby.”
Dryden was still shooting, emptying the magazine into Rhys’s house.
“Now bite me, claim me as yours!”
“Are you sure?”
“Do it!”
Rhys released a guttural yell—a war cry or a mating call. Then he sank his teeth into my shoulder and stilled as his knot swelled inside me.
“Ah!” I began coming, shattering in his arms, squeezing his cock with every pulse of my channel. Every atom in my body lit up with pleasure. I rode the wave of heat that enveloped me, as intense as it was freeing in so many ways. I came on my terms and was filled with the cum of a man who’d never hurt me...yet.
