Chapter 20 Riley
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Riley
When I woke up this time, there was no cold to ruin the moment. No sore throat, no stuffed nose, no stupid ex to ruin the moment. Just warmth and contentment and the solid weight of the man wrapped around me from behind.
I could feel him through the bond, a constant presence in the back of my mind. Right now, it was peaceful. Drowsy and content. And also, I realized as I shifted slightly, extremely aroused.
His cock pressed hard against my ass, thick and insistent, nestling right into the curve like it owned the spot. And hell, after last night, it pretty much did. I shifted just a bit, grinding back against him, testing the waters, feeling that rigid length slide along my skin.
Caelan let out a low groan, the vibration rumbling from his chest straight into my back. Heat spiked through our bond, making my core clench. His arm locked tighter around my waist, yanking me flush against his body, no space left between us.
“Dangerous game, little menace,” he rasped, voice thick with sleep and hunger, all gravel and raw want.
“Maybe I like danger,” I shot back, my pulse kicking up.
He grunted, half-amused, half-warning, and his hands started to move. One slid up my side, palm rough as it cupped my breast, kneading the flesh with firm squeezes. His thumb grazed my nipple, circling slow before flicking it, making it harden into a tight peak that sent jolts straight to my pussy.
The other hand gripped my thigh, fingers digging in, then he hooked my leg back over his hip, spreading me wide open, completely exposed. Vulnerable as fuck.
And god, I loved every second of it.
His lips found my neck, pressing right over the claiming mark, and I shuddered hard. That spot was wired now, every touch like a live wire to my nerves, sparks shooting down my spine and pooling hot between my legs.
“Good morning,” he murmured against my skin, breath hot, and then he shifted, the head of his cock nudging at my entrance.
I gasped as he pushed in with no warning or slow tease. Just him, thick and unrelenting, stretching my walls wide, filling me to the hilt in one smooth slide. His hips snapped forward, starting a rhythm of deep, demanding thrusts that rocked my whole body.
“Fuck... Caelan...”
“That’s the idea.” He nipped at my earlobe, teeth grazing sharp, while his hand on my breast squeezed harder, rolling my nipple between his fingers. “You’re going to take everything I give you. Understood?”
“Yes...”
He drove into me from behind, pounding steady and hard, his grip on my hip bruising deep.
He was rougher than last night, more demanding, like he’d been reining it in and now the leash snapped.
Each thrust slapped against my ass, his balls smacking my skin, the wet sounds of my pussy taking him filling the room.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growled right in my ear, hot breath fanning my neck. “So wet for my cock. Open those pretty lips for me, baby. Play with your clit and let me see how you squirm from pleasure.”
I whimpered, the words hitting familiar, tugging at something in my brain...
“Wait.” I gasped as he angled just right, slamming into a particularly good spot. “That’s... that’s from the book...”
“What book?”
“The... oh god... the book club book. The kinky one. You’re... you’re quoting it at me...”
He chuckled, satisfied, not slowing his pace. “I took notes. You seemed to like those scenes.”
“I’m going to kill Margo for suggesting that book...”
“You’re going to thank her.” He pinched my nipple, twisting just enough to make me cry out, pain blooming into pleasure. “Because I have a very good memory. And I plan to recreate every single scene that made you squirm.”
His hand trailed down my stomach, fingers dipping low to find my hand over my clit, swollen and aching. He rubbed tight circles using my fingers, firm pressure that had my thighs quivering, my rhythm against him faltering as heat coiled tight.
The other hand grabbed my jaw, turning my head rough so he could crash his mouth against mine in a bruising kiss, tongue thrusting deep, mimicking what his hips were doing.
“Every scene,” he said against my lips, voice dark promise. “Every fantasy. Every dirty thought you had while reading those pages. I’m going to make them all real.”
“Caelan...”
“Tell me you want it.”
“I want it...”
“Tell me you need it.”
“I need it... please...”
“Good girl.” He slammed deeper, harder, pace turning brutal, his cock hitting so deep it bordered on too much.
“Yes... yes...”
“Say my name. Let me hear who’s making you feel this good.”
“Caelan... Caelan, please...”
“Please what? Tell me what you need.”
“Make me come... please make me come...”
“Since you asked so nicely.”
His fingers sped up on my clit, rubbing frantic now, while his thrusts grew erratic, hips snapping wild. I was right there, teetering, pleasure building like a storm through the bond, his need mirroring mine, pushing me higher…
And then someone started knocking on my fucking door.
“Riley! Are you there?”
Sloane’s voice, loud and insistent. Definitely not going any time soon.
I groaned, and not in the fun way.
Caelan didn’t even pause, thrusting steady, his cock dragging out slow before plunging back in.
“Answer her,” he commanded, voice low and edged with that alpha tone.
“What... I can’t...”
“You can. Answer her. Now.”
“YES!” I yelled toward the door, the word twisting into a strangled yelp as he ground deep. “I’M HERE!”
“Open up! I brought reinforcements!”
More chattering, excited voices. Margo and Jade, right there in the hallway. Of course. Perfect timing. Right in the middle of him fucking me senseless. The universe had a twisted sense of humor and I was its favorite target.
Caelan’s fingers pressed harder on my clit, circling faster.
“Give me...” I tried, words fracturing as another thrust jolted me. “GIVE ME FIVE MINUTES!”
“Riley, you sound weird. Are you okay?”
I bit my lip hard, swallowing a moan as he drove in deeper, his free hand sliding up to cover my mouth, muffling the sound. “FINE! JUST... GIVE ME FIVE!”
“That’s my good girl,” he whispered in my ear, so quiet only I caught it, his chest pressed to my back. “Coming for me with your friends right outside the door. You like that, don’t you? The risk of getting caught? Knowing they could hear you if you let go? The risk of getting caught?”
I wanted to shake my head, deny it. But fuck, he was right. The thrill of it twisted the pleasure higher, making my pussy clench around him tighter.
“Come,” he ordered, breath hot on my neck. “Quietly. Now.”
The orgasm crashed through me. My body locked up, walls pulsing hard around his cock, milking him as waves crashed through me.
I screamed into his palm, the sound muffled, tears pricking my eyes from the intensity.
He buried himself deep one last time, hips jerking as he came, hot cum flooding me, his groan vibrating against my shoulder.
We sagged onto the bed, breathing hard.
“Fuck,” I panted when he finally pulled his hand away, my voice hoarse.
He kissed my neck. “Indeed.”
We scrambled for clothes. I grabbed the first things I could find, a t-shirt and shorts, and tried to make myself look presentable, like I wasn’t just having mind-blowing sex thirty seconds ago.
I failed spectacularly.
My hair was a disaster, my cheeks were flushed, the claiming mark on my shoulder was visible above the collar of the shirt. Red, obvious.
“Maybe I should...” I started to adjust the neckline to cover it.
“No.” Caelan’s voice was firm. “Leave it. I want them to see.”
“Caelan...”
“You’re mine. Everyone should know from now on.” His eyes flashed amber. “Leave it.”
I left it. He disappeared into the bathroom as I headed to the door, calling out, “Coming! I’m coming!”
Very poor choice of words, considering.
I pulled the door open to find Sloane, Margo, and Jade standing in the hallway. Sloane was holding a bag of pastries. Margo had a cardboard carrier with paper coffee cups. Jade looked dragged along against her will but happy about it.
All three of them stared at me.
“Uh,” I said. “Hi.”
Sloane’s eyes narrowed. “You look...”
“Healthy? Glowing? Well-rested?”
“Thoroughly fucked,” Margo supplied helpfully.
“MARGO.”
“What? I’m just saying what everyone’s thinking.” Margo pushed past me into the apartment, setting the coffee on the counter. “We came to check on you.”
Sloane followed her inside, eyes scanning the apartment. Detective mode. “I heard you arguing yesterday. Through the walls. Something about wolves and portals and... honestly, I thought you’d finally lost it.”
My blood ran cold. Of course Sloane heard. She worked in the building. I mentally face-palmed myself.
“How much did you hear?”
“Enough to be concerned.” Sloane set down the pastries. “You weren’t convincing on the phone last night. You weren’t answering texts this morning. We came to do a welfare check.”
“I’m fine...”
“You’re not answering your phone, you look like you got attacked by a vacuum, and your apartment smells like...” Sloane sniffed. Paused. “...sex and... another scent. A weird one.”
“It’s probably just...”
And that’s when Caelan walked out of the bedroom. Wearing a towel around his waist and nothing else.
Everyone stopped. Three sets of eyes went wide. Three jaws dropped simultaneously.
I wanted to melt into the floor.
“Good morning,” Caelan said pleasantly. Completely normal. Not half-naked in my apartment in front of my three best friends at all. “Riley, would you like coffee? I can make some for you and your friends.” He glanced at the counter. “Though I see they’ve already brought some.”
“I... you... we...”
“I see,” Margo said slowly, a grin spreading across her face. “You WERE busy.”
“I can explain...”
“Can you?” Sloane’s eyebrow was raised so high it might achieve orbit. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like mysterious-hot-Australian spent the night.”
“Several nights, actually,” Caelan added cheerfully.