Chapter 23
CHAPTER 23
KAYLA
R yker’s touch lingers on my skin, his words echoing in my mind. His promise of helping this ache inside me is tempting. My past experiences have taught me always to have an exit strategy, yet I want to trust him, all of them.
Here goes everything.
“And if I say stop or no?” Even though my heart screams at me that I’m safe with him, with all of them, I have to ask. My libido doesn’t really care about his answer because I need relief so bad that tears are burning the backs of my eyes. It’s taking everything in me not to jump on him and rub my body with his, yet my mind needs the sanity to understand how safe I am.
“You’re in control, Kayla.” There’s a raw vulnerability in his gaze that steals my breath. “Always,” he growls, the word a possessive rumble that vibrates deep in my chest. “One word, one look, and it stops. No damn questions.”
My core clenches with need as another wave of heat washes over me.
Shit. How am I going to survive this? I feel like I’m burning up inside.
Ryker’s gaze feels like a physical touch as it travels down my body. I swallow hard, wanting to give in to the desire that’s consuming me. There’s an ache inside me that needs to be filled, and Ryker’s the only one here, right now, who can satisfy it.
“Please.” My voice grows ragged.
Ryker reaches out, cupping my cheek. I nuzzle into his touch, craving more. As though reading my thoughts, he pulls me to him, his lips crashing onto mine, and I moan as lust pumps through my veins.
I forget about my towel and grab his shirt, keeping him pressed to me.
Ryker groans, pulling me flush against him. His tongue slips into my mouth, tangling with mine in a kiss that leaves me breathless.
I fist my hands in his shirt, afraid if I let go, he’ll disappear. Ryker’s hands slide down to grip my ass, grinding his hard length against me. I moan, desire pooling between my legs.
My breath hitches, fear a cold fist squeezing my heart, but a tiny voice whispers that maybe, just maybe, this time could be different. I feel safe, like I can do this—safe to let go, to surrender to the primal need coursing through me. I can do this. And ohhhh, I want to, the yearning nearly buckles my knees.
Breaking the kiss, Ryker rests his forehead against mine.
“Are you sure about this?”
I nod. Ryker’s what I need to sate the fire inside me.
“Tell me what you want, Kayla.” His voice is rough with longing. His eyes, dark and intense, lock onto mine. The raw desire I see there makes my breath catch. He cups my face gently, his thumb tracing my lower lip. The tenderness of the gesture contrasts beautifully with the passionate heat in his gaze. A muscle in his jaw tightens, as if he’s barely holding himself in check. “Anything you want, it’s yours.”
My heart swelling at his words, I trail my fingers down his chest, relishing his sharp intake of breath.
I don’t feel the least bit guilty about wanting to take everything he has to give.
Sliding my hands under Ryker’s shirt, I explore the hard planes of his chest.
“You. I want you.”
He captures my mouth again, devouring me in a kiss that steals my breath. I cling to him as he lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist.
Ryker carries me to the bed, laying me down on the soft sheets. His eyes blaze with hunger as he strips off his shirt and jeans. I stare at him openly, taking in the tattoos etched on his skin and the scars that speak of a violent past. There’s a wolf on his left shoulder with teeth showing, barbed wires on both arms, and black flames spread across his other shoulder and half his torso. Over his chest, jagged, pale scars crisscross across his chest and abs. I want to ask him about all of them, but I can’t think with needing relief.
When Ryker crawls over me, I arch into him with a whimper. “Please.” The ache between my legs has grown unbearable. I need him inside me. Now. Ryker braces himself on one arm, using his other calloused hand to skim up my inner thigh, making me shudder.
He pauses, as if he’s waiting for permission, and I wiggle from nerves and uncertainty.
“Are you okay?”
I swallow hard, heat blooming in my cheeks. As much as my body craves Ryker, I’m still nervous about actually having sex. I’m a virgin, for fuck’s sake.
“Relax, Kayla. I’m going to take care of you. Make this so good for you, baby.”
Heat floods my cheeks, and my breath catches in my throat, but I nod. My heart is pounding in my chest. I crave him, but I’m afraid of what will happen. Then, as I inhale his scent and feel his hands on my face, a dizzying heat pools in my belly, and I part my lips a fraction with a gasp.
“This is your first time?”
My whole body flushes, and I know he’s figured out that I’m a virgin.
“We’ll take it slow.” Ryker kisses a trail of fire down my body, leaving me trembling. His lips brush the valley between my breasts, and I squirm, panting.
He leans in closer, and the space between us shrinks, thick with unspoken desire and a vulnerability that leaves me breathless. Hesitantly, I reach out, my fingertips brushing against the hard planes of his jaw.
With a trembling breath, I whisper, “Yes. Please don’t stop.”
Ryker chuckles softly, kissing my lips in a feather-light kiss that leaves me breathless. Then he kisses his way down my body, stopping at my breasts to suck and nibble my nipples. I gasp, arching into his mouth. Fuck, that feels good.
His hands slide lower, fingers teasing along my hips before dipping between my legs. My pussy feels like it’s aching and empty. He continues kissing a path down my body. He reaches my sex and looks up at me from those dark lashes.
“You gonna open up for me, Kayla?”
Fear clutches my heart, but my desire crashes against the walls I’ve built. Biting my lip, my legs slowly part a fraction while my stomach twists, but I can’t stop.
“Good girl. Now spread your legs a bit more.”
I do, flushing at how exposed I am. I’m rewarded with his breath fanning across my sex, which releases another wave of desire crashing into me.
“Good girl.” He gently runs a finger down my slit, and I moan, squirming, wanting more.
When his tongue flicks against my clit, I see stars. He circles it slowly, building the pressure until I’m trembling, clutching at the sheets. His smoky scent envelops me, leather and pine mixing with the musk of sex. I purr, reveling in his Alpha scent.
“You taste so fucking amazing,” Ryker growls against my pussy, the vibrations shooting straight to my core. He circles my clit, making me squirm, wanting his fingers or him deep inside me. Slowly, he dips a finger into my entrance.
I cry out, clenching around him as he starts to move. It’s not enough. I need more.
As if sensing my need, Ryker rubs his thumb in tight circles over my clit, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
When his finger curls inside me, hitting that sweet spot, I come undone with a scream. Ryker works me through my orgasm, his finger and thumb never stilling.
His eyes darken. “I want to feel you come apart around me again.”
I nod frantically, too far gone to feel embarrassed by how easily he brought me to an orgasm. I blink up at him through the haze of bliss, taking in his swollen lips and the smug grin on his face.
“Told you I’d take care of you.” His voice is rough with lust. My inner Omega preens at the sound. Ryker wipes his mouth and crawls up my body to capture my lips in a searing kiss.
I can taste myself on him, musky and tangy. My hips rock up against his, heat already building again. Ryker growls into the kiss.
Looks like we’re just getting started.
Ryker kisses down my neck, pausing to nip at my pulse point. I gasp, tilting my head to give him better access. One of his hands slides between my legs again, circling my clit in a slow, maddening rhythm. The other cups my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers until it pebbles. I rock my hips up with a needy whine, chasing the friction of his fingers stroking my pussy.
Ryker chuckles. “Patience, Omega. We’ve got all night.”
His words leave me breathless and drenched.
His fingers work their magic, stoking the fire inside me until I’m gasping and clawing at the sheets. The pleasure is almost unbearable. His fingers pull and tease my nipples, leaving me desperate for more.
But Ryker is in no rush. His lips trail down my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake down my neck. I arch my back, trying to follow the path of his mouth, but he’s in control. His lips are everywhere except where I need them most. He knows what he’s doing to me, and he revels in it.
“Fuck! Please,” I beg. “Please, Ryker. I need you.”
He looks up at me, his dark eyes burning with desire.
“I know,” he mutters, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. “But I want to savor you, taste every inch of you. You’re mine, and I won’t rush this.”
With that, he continues his torturous exploration of my body. I writhe beneath him, unable to contain my frustration and desire. Every touch, every kiss, sends a jolt of electricity coursing through my veins.
Ryker bends his head, sealing his mouth over my breast and biting down on the sensitive peak. Pleasure and pain mix, sending me hurtling into another climax. Ryker growls in satisfaction, lapping at the mark he’s left on my skin.
“You smell like heaven and taste divine.” His husky tone makes my insides quiver. “Let me show you just how much I crave you… every delicious inch of you.”
I stare up at Ryker, chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. His words should terrify me, but all I feel is relief. And desire. My heat is far from sated, my core clenching around nothing now that his fingers have left me.
“Please,” I whimper, pressing my thighs together in a futile attempt to ease the ache. “Ryker, I need...”
“I know what you need, little one.” Ryker cups my jaw, tilting my head up so I have no choice but to meet his gaze. His eyes have lightened to a molten amber, filled with lust and possessiveness.
Fuck, I’m so wet already. Heat is rising fast, burning through my veins like wildfire. I grip his hair and tug his mouth back to mine, kissing him hungrily.
His hand slides between my legs, fingers teasing my slit. “I can’t wait to fuck this sweet pussy.”
I whimper as he slides two fingers inside me again, stretching me. The scent of my arousal fills the room, mingling with the smoke and leather of his Alpha scent. My hips rock into his touch, chasing the friction I crave.
“Please, Ryker,” I gasp.
He nips at my pulse point.
“Patience.”
I growl in frustration, but it melts into a moan as his fingers curl inside me, stroking that spot deep within. He shifts, kissing his way down my abs to my sex. My back arches, heat flooding my body. I’m so close?—
His mouth closes over my clit, hot and wet, and I cry out sharply.
Oh God, his tongue… flicking, lapping, sucking. White-hot pleasure spikes through me as he works his magic, building the pressure inside me.
Ryker lifts his head, lips glistening. His eyes smolder into mine, pupils blown wide with lust. “You taste like heaven, Omega.”
I have no time to feel embarrassed as his fingers slide into my still-clenching pussy, and I gasp, back arching.
“So tight,” he growls. His thumb presses against my clit, rubbing in slow circles as his fingers plunge deep inside me. I clench around them, my inner walls spasming.
“Please,” I sob, beyond caring how desperate I sound. I need more. I need everything he’s willing to give me.
Ryker’s mouth is back to sucking my clit harder. His fingers piston inside me, stroking and scissoring. I rock my hips desperately, chasing his touch.
The pleasure builds again, hotter and faster this time. I’m wound so tight, I feel I might shatter into a million pieces. Ryker sucks hard on my clit and crooks his fingers, and I detonate.
My orgasm hits me like a wrecking ball, obliterating any semblance of control.
“Ryker,” I scream as I come undone beneath his hands and mouth, vision whiting out, fingers twisting in the sheets. Every nerve in my body is tingling, my inner walls pulsing and clenching rhythmically.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Ryker growls.
I’m shaking and trembling in his arms as wave after wave of bliss crashes over me.
Ryker gathers me close, wrapping his arms around me, and I feel utterly content. My heat has been sated, at least for now, leaving me warm and sleepy in its wake.
“You should get some rest,” Ryker murmurs, brushing the hair back from my face. His scent envelops me, smoke and leather, and I never want to leave the safety of his embrace.
“What about you?” I lick my lips, my eyelids heavy and I fight back a yawn. The idea of bringing him pleasure, too, as he did me, makes my heat sizzle in my belly.
“I’m not going anywhere.” Ryker shifts so we’re lying more comfortably, pulling the blankets over us. I listen to the steady beat of his heart. His arms remain wrapped securely around me, warding off the shadows that threaten to creep in. “Let me know when you’re ready. We won’t do anything unless you want it.”
Within moments, I drift off to sleep, safe and warm in the shelter of Ryker’s embrace.
I wake with a start. The room is pitch black, and for a second, panic rises in my chest. Then I feel Ryker’s arms still around me, his chest rising and falling with each breath. I’m safe.
Snugging closer to him, I press my face into the curve of his neck. His scent has intensified in my sleep, marking him as mine. A low, possessive growl rumbles in my chest at the thought.
Ryker stirs, tightening his hold on me. “Everything okay?” His voice is rough with sleep, sending a delicious shiver down my spine.
“Mmm,” I hum, nosing along his jaw. “You smell so good.”
He chuckles, the sound reverberating through me. “Is that so?”
I kiss the spot below his ear, tasting salt and spice on my tongue. “Delicious.”
Ryker rolls so I’m pinned beneath him, our bodies aligning in all the right places. I gasp at the feel of him, hard and ready against my belly.
“Is this what you want, little Omega?” he asks, rocking his hips to create delicious friction.
Arousal pools low in my abdomen, and I arch up into him with a needy whimper. “Yes, Alpha. I’m yours. Fuck me.”
Ryker growls low in approval, desire flickering in his eyes. He claims my mouth in a searing kiss as my heat rises once more, ready to be sated by this powerful Alpha who was made to be mine. Then he pulls me on top of him, and I gasp.
“You’re in control, Kayla. Now that we took the edge off your heat earlier, you’ll be able to stop this if you want.”
The way he’s letting me call the shots, that’s kind of hot, actually. And the thought of pulling away now feels like a betrayal, not just of him, but of my own desires.
I want this, and hell, my body is practically vibrating with him underneath me. No way can I back down, nor do I want to. A slow smile spreads across my face. Leaning down, I nuzzle his neck, my voice a throaty purr.
“Alpha, I want you to make me come.”
His fingers are on my nipples, and I groan, rocking my hips back and forth, sliding my sex along this hard, long cock. Suddenly, I tense, panic rising in my chest like my brain has suddenly been triggered by the sensation. Am I ready for this, or am I fooling myself? The thought of denying Ryker when he’s so close makes my Omega whine in protest.
Ryker senses my hesitation and stills.
“Do you want to stop?” His voice is tight, strained. I adore that he’s asking and waiting for my answer.
I take a deep breath, steadying myself. Ryker has been nothing but patient with me so far. I know he won’t push me into anything I don’t want.
“Yeah,” I say, moving my hips back and forth, and the growl in the back of his throat makes me even wetter.
I shift slightly, trying to ease the tightness between my legs, but Ryker stops me with a gentle hand on my hip.
“We’ll go at a pace that feels right for you.”
I take a deep breath, separation anxiety creeping into my chest, but I try to push it away. Ryker’s right; there’s no rush. We have all the time in the world to explore each other, and I want to savor every moment.
“Okay,” I murmur, heart thudding in my chest. Part of me wants to say something sexy—like in those erotica romance novels I snuck into my room when I was a teenager—but I can’t think of anything clever while I’m slick as I drag my sex over his.
After a few minutes, the deep ache in my core hollows out, and I need more. I want him inside me, even though my hand shakes as I move to adjust him to line up with my entrance.
As though in reward, his mouth latches onto my breast, lightly sucking, and I mewl. Delicious tingles spread through me, and my toes curl. Sure, I’d kissed a few guys, and some had fondled my breasts before Stepdouche showed up, but this was on a whole other level. As if he was awakening a sex fiend inside me.
With the tip of his cock pushing through my lips, I slowly lower myself, my breath hitching at a sudden sharp pain that rings through me.
“Go slow,” he murmurs, burning his attention to my other breast. His fingers rub back and forth over my clit, making my body shudder.
After I don’t know how long, the pain eases enough for me to lower my body another inch. He keeps kissing, touching, and licking me until finally he’s all the way inside, or at least it feels like he is. The stretch burns, and I gasp, tears burning the backs of my eyes.
“It’s okay, sweetheart.” He pulls me down for a tender kiss. “Just try to relax. The pain will subside, I promise.”
I gasp out a cry, trying to shove off him, but my body somehow wants more.
As his fingers keep circling my clit, his brow is pinched in determination as he keeps his eyes locked on mine. I realize he’s in pain, too, in a way, by not moving.
“You’re doing so good, Kayla, and you feel amazing.”
His praise, along with my clit tingling under his touch, and the pain is slowly lessening. When it’s tolerable, I move slightly and let out a trembling gasp. There’s a sharp pain for a few seconds before it melts into mind-numbing pleasure.
“That’s it.” He clenches his jaw as I slowly move up and down on his cock. Each time, the pain is less and less. His fingers dig into my hips, and seeing him forcing himself not to interfere with this, with our first time together, has more of the fear I’ve held onto in my chest for so long cracking open.
I moan his name, rocking my hips to take him deeper.
“Fuck! Keep going, Kayla,” he growls, his voice thick with desire. “Ride me. Let me feel you.”
I obey, thrusting myself onto him, each movement bringing a new wave of pleasure. Glancing down, I can see the strain on his face, and I want to ease it. I pick up the pace, riding him harder, wanting to give him the release he’s been denying himself for my sake.
“That’s it, baby,” Ryker pants, his hands on my hips, guiding me. “Show me what you want.”
I surrender to the rhythm, lost in the sensation of him filling every inch of me. My body responds eagerly to his touch, moving with a primal desire.
The sounds of our bodies coming together over and over drive me even deeper into the intoxicating pleasure of having Ryker stuffing me.
Feeling the beginnings of another orgasm building, my inner walls pulse around his thick cock in time with my hips. I whimper his name, needing more, begging for more.
His hands leave my hips to grip my ass, lifting me higher onto his cock. Each slap of flesh against flesh, each forceful thrust, sends waves of pleasure radiating through me.
His mouth finds my neck, his teeth nipping at my skin, and I arch into him. His tongue flicks over the mark he’s made, the pain intertwining with the pleasure. I am his, completely and irrevocably, and I find that I don’t mind. I want this, need this.
“Do you like that?” he growls hoarsely. “Do you want more?”
“Yes,” I cry, the word puffing out on a breath.
He thrusts harder, deeper, filling me completely, and I cry out, my body trembling with the intensity of the sensation. He leans down, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin on my throat, sending shivers down my spine.
“You’re so beautiful, Kayla.” His voice is ragged with emotion. “So perfect for me.”
I wrap my arms around him, holding on to him tightly as he continues to fuck me, his movements becoming more frenzied with each passing second. Our bodies slap together, skin on skin. I can feel the orgasm building inside me, a physical pressure, as though all the blood in my body is rushing to my pussy.
“Come for your Alpha,” Ryker growls, his teeth grazing my neck. His words act like a trigger, sending me over the edge.
“Yes,” I moan, the word barely escaping my lips as my orgasm peaks, white-hot and all-consuming. It seems to last for an eternity, waves of pleasure crashing over me, each one more intense than the last. I scream Ryker’s name, my body convulsing as I’m swept away in the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
Ryker continues to thrust into me, his own release imminent, his muscles taut and straining. I feel the heat of his climax washing over me, his cock pulsing deep inside me. He groans my name, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. Then his cock swells inside me, but instead of pain, there’s a dull ache and pressure.
The pleasure from my orgasm fades slowly, leaving me breathless and spent. I cling to Ryker’s arms. My legs tremble from the intensity of our lovemaking, and I try to catch my breath. Ryker shifts, still inside me, rolling us onto our sides so I can rest. His strong arms wrap around me, and I feel safe, cherished.
“That was…” I start, not sure how to describe the indescribable.
Ryker laughs softly, his voice still thick with desire. “Unforgettable,” he says, his mouth finding mine in a searing kiss.
I wrap my arms around his neck, feeling the lingering heat of our passion between us.
“Yeah.” I clear my throat. “I never thought I could feel this way with anyone. Thank you.”
He kisses my forehead, a grateful smile playing on his lips.
“You don’t need to thank me, Kayla. I’m just happy to be here with you. To be the one who helps you discover the world of pleasure and love that’s been locked away inside you for so long.”
Hope and belonging tangle in my chest more than I ever knew existed.
“You’re mine now, Kayla.” His eyes meet mine, the possessiveness in them stealing my breath. “And I’m never letting you go.”