He ran his thumbs along the top of my thighs, so close to where I wanted him but making no move to go higher. “So beautiful,” he whispered, voice reverent in a way that should’ve filled me with joy, but my traitorous mind had other ideas.
Not beautiful everywhere.
He shook his head, reading me easily, and before I could protest, he flipped me over onto my stomach, covering my body with his and blanketing me in solid warmth. “You are the most beautiful thing in my world.” He kissed my neck, my shoulders, tracing a path over my scars like he had earlier. “Nothing Tombs did will ever change that.”
I closed my eyes and lost myself to his touch.
To his words, as he worshipped my body like I was precious.
Soft kisses set my blood on fire as Rys made his way lower and lower, not stopping when he reached the base of my spine.
“Ohh.” I curled my fingers in the quilt, grip tight as Rys’s tongue delved between my cheeks.
He parted them with his hands. Licking lower and lower until I groaned at the feel of him rightthere.
He worked me open with his tongue until I was a writhing, moaning mess. And when I thought I couldn’t stand it any longer, when my body was wound so tight I thought I’d explode any minute, he flipped me onto my back as if I weighed nothing.
Rys nuzzled my neck, nipping the skin, and for one brief moment, I wanted him to bite down. I wasn’t sure how the soulmate thing worked for shifters, but it made sense that biting would be involved.
I pressed my head back into the pillow, exposing my throat, and Rys sucked in a sharp breath.
“I want to,” he whispered, tracing a thumb over my pulse point, dark eyes tracking the movement. “You have no idea how much.”
I bit my lip, wanting to urge him on, but the last thread of rational thought kicked in. There were things we needed to discuss before we took that step, and not now when we were both drunk on the promise of sex. “Kiss me,” I murmured, reaching for him.
Rys obliged, mouth covering mine, letting me taste myself on his tongue. His cock rubbed against mine, delicious friction that had me moaning, breaking the kiss, and saying his name. “Don’t make me beg,” I hissed, grinding my hips against his, chasing an orgasm that was almost within my grasp but not quite.
Soft laughter met my words and he sat up, straddling my waist. He traced a thumb over my bottom lip. “What do you want, Gabriel?”
My name never sounded as good as when Rys said it. Especially like that, with his voice rough and throaty, an almost growl that sent heat barrelling through me. “You,” I whispered, mouth dry. I wanted him in any way I could have him. At this point I was beyond caring about specifics. “Just you.”
Rys grinned, then leant to the side, snatching the lube that I’d left out. He didn’t say anything as he uncapped the bottle and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers. I went to spread my legs, but he shook his head and reached for my cock instead. “Like this.”
I wasn’t going to last.
The image alone was enough to melt my brain, made ten times worse by the fact Rys had his fingers wrapped around me. “Now,” I gritted out. “Or I’m going to come in about five seconds.”
And, oh fuck, I might do that anyway, because having Rys sink down onto my cock was about the best thing I’d ever experienced. I screwed my eyes shut tight, not needing the visual to go along with it, and bit my lip hard. The sharp pain pulled me back from the edge as Rys gently tugged my lip free of my teeth.
“Look at me?” he said, all low and grumbly.
I shook my head. “Can’t.”
“Gabriel.”
My eyes shot open at the raw need in his voice, and I met eyes as dark as the blackest night.
“Better.” He smiled down at me, fingers trailing lower until his hand rested on the base of my throat. And then he started to move.
Being inside Rys was like nothing else I’d ever experienced. Even when we were younger it had never been like this.
Each roll of his hips dragged me closer to the edge.
He exuded power and strength, muscles bunching and flexing underneath my fingers. Rys Calder was a beautiful creature, and yet the way he looked at me proved to be my undoing in the end.
Being the sole focus of an alpha wolf brought with it an intensity that I felt down to my core. In that moment I was his, in every way that mattered. His lips parted revealing teeth too sharp to be human, and when he ran his tongue over them, gaze flicking down to where he gripped my throat, I thrust up into him one more time and came with his name on my lips.
He growled, head tipping back as he wrapped a hand around his cock and jerked himself hard until he painted my stomach with his release.
