Chapter 15
Chapter
Fifteen
RYKER
We barely make it through the door of our rooms. The second it clicks shut behind us, I lose the leash I had on my control.
Her surrender tastes sweet, but her desire tastes like fucking heaven.
Kitara’s mine, and every part of me—both wolf and man—howls to claim her. But this isn’t about me. This is about giving her the kind of pleasure that will ruin her for anyone else.
Not that she’ll need anyone else. Ever.
I crowd her back against the wall, hands braced on either side of her head. She’s panting, pupils wide, chest rising in quick little bursts that have the scent of her arousal spiking. My cock aches.
Gods, I want her.
Her scent has been changing over the past few days—growing richer, more complex.
My wolf had paced restlessly, recognizing what was coming even if she hadn’t.
He wants to take her now—fast, rough, mark her with teeth and knot until she forgets her own name.
He wants to come in her, fill her up, come on her breasts, her back, her face.
He wants his scent rubbed into her skin and our pup planted in her belly.
Unlike my wolf, I’m not prepared to rush. I want her trembling, begging, shaking with need. I want her thick thighs wrapped around my head and her cunt pressed to my mouth as I taste her sweet surrender.
“Take it off,” I growl, tugging at her dress.
She fumbles with it, but she’s shaking, clumsy. I step in, helping my mate.
“Let me.”
I fist the fabric in my hands and with one tug, rip it apart. The sound is satisfying, primal. Kitara gasps, bare now to my gaze. Her skin gleams, soft and perfect, every inch of her mine to explore.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, kissing her shoulder, her neck, the tender spot behind her ear. She shivers arching into me. “Let me take my time with you.”
Her fingers curl in my hair. “Yes.”
With a curse, I lift her into my arms, carrying her easily across to our bed—where I’ve spent the last few weeks hard as a rock, fighting my wolf as she sleeps peacefully beside me.
I’d woken early each morning, thick and hard, aching to touch her, to taste her, to give her pleasure. Instead, I’d slung out of our fucking room to crawl into an ice cold shower while I jerked off to fantasies of Kitara.
Not one of those imaginings stands up to the reality of her. Kitara far exceeds any fantasy I might have entertained.
Now on the bed, I stretch over her body, settling my weight on her. Her hands come to grip my hips, the thin material of my pants barely a barrier between us.
I kiss her slowly this time—deep and lingering. A kiss made for claiming, made for unraveling. My hands find her waist, thumbs stroking her ample hips, then slide up. I palm her heavy breasts, lifting them, thumbs brushing over her nipples until they pebble beneath my touch.
She gasps my name, arching into me, and I smile against her mouth.
“Sensitive?”
She nods, breath catching.
“Good.”
I lower my mouth to her breast, taking one nipple between my lips and sucking slowly.
I use my tongue, teasing her areola before sucking until she moans.
I roll the other between my fingers, teasing it to the same peak.
I switch sides, lavishing attention on each breast until she’s trembling, panting, clinging to me.
I learn that she likes gentle teasing from my fingers but strong, wet suction from my mouth. I alternate over and over, lost in her taste and texture, relishing the way she grips my hair.
“Ryker,” she groans. “That—gods, Ryker. That feels... so good.”
I pause, lips still on her breast. “You like that, little wolf?”
She whimpers, nodding.
“Good girl.”
Her throaty moan goes straight to my cock. I’m already hard as fuck, desperate to bury myself in her hot, tight pussy.
Patience. Good things come to those who wait.
“You make the prettiest sounds when you’re praised,” I tell her. “Gods, I could spend all night making you sing for me.”
She groans again, and it hits me—that sound, the way she clutches at me, the flush blooming over her chest.
She has a praise kink.
Her fingers tighten in my hair as if hearing my thoughts.
“You love being worshipped. Don’t you, Kitara?” I nuzzle her breast, laying gentle kisses on her rib cage. “You love being praised.”
Her breath catches. “Yes.”
I nip her gently. “Then let me praise every inch of you. Let me show you how perfect you are.”
I keep my focus there—licking, sucking, gently biting—until she’s practically writhing beneath me. Her hands knot in my hair, trying to guide me lower, but I’m not done worshipping.
Only when she’s gasping, skin flushed and damp, do I kiss my way down. Her belly quivers under my mouth; her hips twitch as I move lower.
My hands slide down her body to dig into her thighs, encouraging them apart. She’s soaked, her cunt slick with evidence of her desperate desires. My fingers slide through her slick folds, and she arches into my touch with a whimper.
“You’re ready for me,” I murmur against her belly. “Let me show you.”
I slide my thumb gently over her clit, circling it with slow, deliberate pressure, watching how her hips buck, how her breath catches.
“There?” I murmur.
She moans, her head thrashing on the bed.
“That’s it, good girl,” I whisper, continuing the movement until she’s panting, her body practically vibrating with need.
“Please,” she whispers.
I hum in approval and slip a finger inside her, slow and careful. She gasps, clutching at my arms.
“Relax. You’re doing so well. Gods, look at how perfectly you’re taking me.”
I watch my finger curl into her, working her, determined to teach her pleasure while stretching her in preparation for me.
“You’re so tight, Kitara. You’re such a good girl. My good girl.”
“Ryker!” Her cunt clenches around my fingers,
“Fuck yes, good girl. That’s it, baby. Work my fingers. You’re mine, Kitara. Take it.”
She moans in agreement, her head tipping back, her body open and needy. I keep stroking, slow and steady, one finger on her G-spot, my thumb circling her clit. I add another finger, stretching her until she starts to tense, her moans high and breathless.
Her hips begin to pulse, and I can feel the flutter of her orgasm around my fingers. Just before she tips over, I stop.
“What?! Ryker—!”
I hush her with a kiss. She looks at me, dazed and desperate, and I give her a wicked grin.
“Not yet. I want you coming on my tongue first.”
She doesn’t get the chance to argue. I drop to my knees at the edge of the bed and drag her to me, spreading her thighs wide. One long lick up her slit and she’s sobbing.
“Fuck, Ryker—”
I wrap my arms under her thighs and pull her closer, my mouth working over her. Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging, grounding. She’s close again, I can feel it. Her whole body is vibrating.
Her sweet, slick heat coats my tongue and makes me growl with need. She’s so wet, her arousal clings to my lips and soaks my face. I’m ravenous, devouring her like a starving man.
I suck her clit, just once, hard.
She explodes.
Her cries echo off the walls, her thighs clenching around my head, her entire body going taut and then slack as the orgasm crashes through her. Her cream coats my mouth, my tongue, my cheeks and I can’t get enough. I keep licking, though gentler now, easing her down.
But I’m not done worshipping her. Not by a long shot.
I turn to kiss the insides of her thighs, nipping at the sensitive skin until she squirms. Then I begin my slow ascent—up her abdomen, her hips, her belly, her ribs, the underside of her breasts.
I take one nipple in my mouth, sucking gently while my hand cradles the other, thumb teasing the peak until it stiffens under my touch.
She moans, her back arching, hands clutching at my shoulders.
“More,” she whispers.
“Everything,” I vow, trailing kisses up her sternum, over the hollow of her throat. My teeth scrape her pulse point, and she shivers.
When I reach her mouth again, I kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue. Her fingers dig into my back, pulling me tighter against her. Our bodies align perfectly—her softness to my hardness, her heat dragging the last threads of control from my grip.
Still, I go slow.
“You’re everything to me,” I whisper. “And tonight, I’m going to show you.”
Her eyes are heavy-lidded, her lips parted. She’s flushed and sweaty, and there’s a glow I’ve never seen on her face.
It’s addictive.
I rise, shedding my clothes as I go, baring myself fully to her gaze.
She stares at me with wide eyes, then down to where I’m thick, hard, and leaking.
“That’s not going to fit.”
I chuckle darkly. “Oh, it will. Slowly. Gently. I’m going to worship every inch of you while I make it fit.”
I crawl up her body, kissing her knees, her thighs, her hips, her breasts—biting lightly at her nipple until she moans. When I reach her lips, I pause.
“Still want this?”
She nods.
“Say it.”
“I need you, Ryker.”
I guide my cock to her and slide in slowly, inch by inch. She gasps, body tensing.
“Easy, baby. I’ve got you. Just feel.”
She’s wet and tight, and the heat of her surrounds me, dragging a groan from my chest. She’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt.
Fuck.
For a beat, I have to fight for control, battling with every ounce of willpower I have to keep from rutting on her like an untested pup.
I still, letting her adjust, kissing her throat, her cheeks, whispering praise. When she’s adjusted and begins squirming, that’s when I start to move.
Slow thrusts at first, dragging out our pleasure. Then deeper. Harder. Her nails score my back, her legs wrapping around me, pulling me closer. She’s keening now, her body slick and needy beneath mine.
“Good girl,” I pant into her ear. “You’re taking me so fucking well.”
She groans, back arching. “Please, Ryker.”
I grin against her neck. “You’re perfect, Kitara. So sweet. So tight. Your cunt was made for me—for my cock, for my knot.”
She clenches at the words, her moan guttural.
“You love that, don’t you? Love knowing I’m going to fill you up. Fuck you so full you’ll feel me for days.”
She’s panting now, almost there.
“Going to make you come so hard, you’ll still be shaking when I knot you. Gonna pump you full, baby. Fill you until you drip.”
I reach between us, thumbing her clit.
Her orgasm builds fast. I feel it coming, and when it hits, I let go too.
My knot begins to swell, readying to lock deep inside her.
Her eyes fly open, lips parted in a shocked gasp.
Among wolves, the knot is more than simple anatomy—it’s a symbol of a true claiming.
A physical bond that only forms with a true mate.
The thick swell at the base of my cock grows, catching inside her, anchoring me in the hot clutch of her body.
It keeps us joined and my cum locked inside her—and fuck if that doesn’t drive me wild.
My cock pulses, the knot vibrating against her inner walls, adding to her pleasure. Kitara writhes against me, gasping as the sensation floods her—stretching, claiming, filling.
“Oh—gods—Ryker!”
“That’s it,” I groan. “Take it, little wolf. You’re mine. Let me breed you. Let me fill you until you’re round with our pup.”
The thought of her filled makes my teeth ache. I want to bite her, mark her.
The knot finally locks in place, vibrating, and we both come apart. She screams, her entire body pulsing around me as I empty into her with a groan loud enough to be heard a territory over.
I collapse, careful not to crush her, and then roll us to the side, still joined, still panting.
She presses her face into my neck, sighing. “You’ve ruined me.”
I grin. “Good. You’ll never forget who you belong to.”
She surprises me by nipping at my throat. “Neither will you.”
Heat flares beneath my skin—not just arousal, though gods, there’s that too—but mostly satisfaction. She’s claimed me as surely as I have her.
I tip my head back, offering more of my neck without even thinking, baring it to Kitara’s teeth like some lovesick fool. My chest tightens with a wild ache. She could ask anything of me right now, and I’d give it. Hell, I’d fall to my knees and thank her for the privilege.
A rough laugh escapes me, low and full of wonder. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
Her cheeks flush with pleasure and her fingers curl against my chest.
We lie like that, tangled and sated, the bond between us thrumming like a drumbeat beneath our skin. Her fingers stroke lazily over my chest. I can feel her heart still racing against mine.
“This is real,” she murmurs, her words barely audible.
“All my life I thought...” She pauses, her fingers tracing a particularly deep scar across my ribs.
“I was seven when my gift first manifested. I saw death coming for our hunters, warned them. After that, I was just a tool. My father wouldn’t even look me in the eyes.
Just ordered me to ‘see’ whenever he wanted. ”
I stay silent, listening as she opens up.
“I’ve never had anyone touch me the way you do,” she confesses, her voice small. “My mother used to flinch when I’d reach for her.”
Rage flickers at the thought of a child reaching for comfort and finding only rejection.
Kitara’s fingers find another scar, this one jagged across my shoulder. “What caused this?”
I allow her a retreat. “Fae hunters. I was twelve. My mother and I were separated. They caught me, used silver to keep me from shifting.” The memory still burns. “When she found me, she and the other wolves tore them apart.”
She presses her lips to the scar, a benediction I don’t deserve. “I feel silly telling you about my issues when I have no scars.”
I roll us until she’s under me. “Just because my scars bled on the outside doesn’t mean yours cut any less deep.”
Her hands come up to frame my face. “I don’t understand you at all, Ryker Ashmere.”
I press my forehead to hers. “All you need to know is that our bond cannot be broken, Kitara.” I brush my thumb over the mark that decorates her neck.
We stay there, breathing each other in. I trace lazy patterns on her skin. There’s a peace in this moment I’ve rarely known—a quieting of the constant vigilance that leadership demands.
“What happens now?” she asks, her head pillowed on my chest.
Dropping a kiss to her collarbone, I begin to move down her body. “Now, I need to taste you again.” I rub my cheeks across her breasts. “And you get to lay back and enjoy.”
She giggles, the sound a delicious rasp. “I might be able to do that.”