Chapter 17
Chapter
Seventeen
Iwake wrapped in Ryker’s arms, a cocoon of warmth and gentle possession. I should be satisfied, but the ache—that raw, ravenous hunger—still thrums through me, wild and untamed.
My heat hasn’t burned out.
It’s smoldering.
Every inhale drags Ryker deeper into my lungs—earth and storm and sex and sweat. My muscles clench greedily, and I’m once again desperate to have his thick knot pulsing inside me.
I shift against him, the movement making me hiss. Gods, I’m so sensitive—but I’m wet again. Aching again. The bond thrums between us, stirring my wolf and setting every nerve on edge.
More, she growls. Want our mate.
“Still with me, little wolf?” he murmurs, voice hoarse, eyes half-lidded but blazing with heat.
“Barely.” I roll my hips and whimper.
He brushes his fingers over my cheek, then down to my lips, thumb teasing until I open for him. I suck it into my mouth slowly, deliberately, dragging my tongue along the pad, then bite down hard enough to make his eyes flash.
He groans. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” He shifts until he can cup my breasts. “You’re flushed,” he murmurs, dragging kisses down my throat.
“You think?”
His fingers trail down my stomach, and my thighs fall open for him.
Gods, I want.
“You’re so hot, Kitara. Just pure, filthy heat.”
My wolf howls in agreement.
“I need you,” I whisper, desperation riding me hard.
His gaze locks with mine. “Say it again.”
“And say what?” I arch up, grinding my pussy against his thigh. “That I want you so deep inside me I forget where I end and you begin? That I want to ride you until I’m crying and shaking, until you knot me again and again and—”
His mouth crashes to mine, all tongue and teeth and desperation.
I roll him to his back, straddling him with slick thighs around his hips. I grab his cock, thick and hot and already leaking, and rub the tip through my folds, coating him.
He hisses through his teeth. “Kitara.”
“Let me.” I lower myself slowly, inch by inch, moaning as he stretches me open again.
His hands grip my thighs, his jaw clenched tight. “Fuck, you feel like heaven. Tight. Hot. Mine.”
“Yours,” I breathe, rocking my hips.
I ride him slowly, grinding in tight, punishing circles that make us both shake. His hands drift up to my breasts, fingers pinching and rolling my nipples until I’m gasping.
“You like this?” he growls.
“Yes… gods, yes…”
He jerks up, greedily sucking one nipple deep while thumbing the other. I ride him harder, thighs trembling, slick pouring down his cock and soaking his lap.
“Fuck,” he groans around my nipple. “These tits—gods, Kitara, look at them. Full, heavy, fuckable. I could die a happy wolf right now.”
I flush, arching as I push closer, encouraging him to suck harder.
“You’re going to come for me again, little wolf. I want to feel you squeeze me while I fill you up. Want to knot you so deep you choke screaming my name.”
I’m already there. My orgasm crashes over me, brutal and overwhelming. I shatter in his arms, crying out as I clench around him.
He flips us, driving into me with deep, punishing thrusts. I barely have time to catch my breath before I’m flying again, another orgasm building fast.
“You’re taking me so well, pretty girl,” he groans. “So tight. So fucking wet.”
His knot swells again, stretching me wide, locking us together as his cock pulses deep inside. I scream as the pressure sets off another orgasm, white-hot and all-consuming.
We collapse together, still joined, his knot anchoring him deep inside my soaked, twitching cunt.
He kisses my temple. “Still want more?”
I laugh breathlessly. “You have no idea.”
We rest for a while, tangled in sweat-slicked limbs, breath syncing slowly. I trace his scars with lazy fingers, my wolf purring beneath my skin.
He brushes my hair back, fingers gentle. “I feel it building again.”
“It’s not stopping,” I whisper. “It’s... simmering.”
A knock at the door. Sharp. Persistent.
Ryker growls. “No!”
“Alpha,” Elias calls through the wood, voice hesitant. “Scouts have returned. There’s movement on the southern ridge.”
Ryker snarls. “Deal with it. I’m occupied.”
“They said it could be Thaddeus’s people.”
Ryker sighs, planting one last kiss to my shoulder before carefully withdrawing from me. I whimper at the loss.
He grabs a sheet and drapes it around me. “Don’t move. I’ll be five minutes. Ten if someone bleeds.”
He vanishes out the door, growling, naked except for the blood-warm fury rolling off him.
I curl into the furs, body still humming. But it doesn’t take long before the ache returns. Fiercer. Deeper.
By the time Ryker returns, I’m slick and writhing, fingers tangled in the sheets, teeth clenched against the building wave.
His eyes flash the second he sees me. “Kitara.”
“Please,” I gasp. “It’s worse.”
He drops to his knees, crawling up the bed. “I’ve got you, little wolf.”
This time he worships me. He eases inside slowly, holding eye contact, breathing with me as our bodies align.
We move in perfect rhythm, not just fucking—but claiming. Again.
Again.
And again.
Until the sun rises and sets and rises again. Until the ache becomes a memory.
Until the bond glows, golden and wild, between us, and the burning heat cools.
I doze, exhausted in the hazy aftermath, sweat cooling on our skin, the scent of sex and satisfaction thick in the air. My body aches in the best way.
The heat has apparently been satisfied.
He kisses the curve of my shoulder and murmurs, “You’re mine.”
I fall asleep smiling.