Chapter Thirty-Five #2
I don’t know how to communicate in this form, so instead, I slink into the forest cover and shift back into my human form. It’s easier this time, almost natural. There’s still a bite of pain, but when that’s mixed with desire, it’s almost welcome.
I turn and observe Ryan’s wolf for only a few seconds before he shifts back into human form, and it's the man standing before me.
Mud and dirt extend up his arms and legs, along with some pink scratches that seem to fade before my eyes.
The old me would have balked at the dirt.
But not anymore. None of it matters. What matters now is that his cock is hardening as he stares back at me, and I need him.
My breath comes in labored pants, as does his. “Your tiger is beautiful, Kitten. Powerful and majestic, just like your human form.”
“Thank you,” I say, stepping forward, closing some of the distance between us.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t stay away longer—”
I don’t let him finish the sentence. Ryan’s eyes glow with the golden hue I now know belongs to his animal, and he gasps when I throw myself at him.
We come together in a clash of teeth and tongues.
Everything is more intense now. His scent, his taste, his touch.
It’s electricity and fire, love and longing, imprinting on my very being.
His hands bury in my hair, tugging and tilting me to the perfect angle.
He tries to slow me down, but that’s not what I want.
My tiger yearns for him, begs for him. And I don’t want to refuse her anymore.
I want to forget about everything else for once in my life.
Forget about being the perfect daughter, the flawless therapist, the control freak. Forget it all and just be.
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer, hooking my leg around his waist, wanting to connect in every way possible. Now that I’m not blocking anything out or ignoring my tiger anymore, the sparks of electricity are like fireworks erupting from my skin.
“Maya… Kitten… wait,” he gasps between kisses.
“I’m done waiting,” I snarl, my words heavy with the underlying roar of my tiger. “I need you inside me. No masks or lies. Just us.”
He goes willingly when I push him to the ground.
I drop to my knees and lean forward to crawl up along his body, stopping to lick the length of his cock on my way up his frame.
He groans at the contact, watching me with hungry eyes.
I straddle him and guide his cock to my entrance, then I impale myself on his hard length.
A loud moan from somewhere deep in my throat escapes me as he fills my pussy.
I don’t care that we’re outside or that twigs and leaves scrape my knees.
I just let myself feel. Feel how perfectly he stretches me, how pleasure is already coiling in my core.
Ryan groans, his hands roughly grabbing my ass as I grind against the base of his cock so every movement hits my clit too.
The mask was hot. But Ryan is in another league—the hard edge of his jaw, his plump lips, his eyes boring into me. Seeing straight into my soul. His head pitches back as pleasure takes over whatever he was thinking before I accosted him. I need his eyes on me. I need to hold on to him.
“Look at me,” I demand, and his eyes snap open. “I need you to look at me.”
“I never want to stop looking at you. But fuck, I’m trying not to come too quickly, Kitten. You’re so damn beautiful riding me. Like. A. Fucking. Queen.” He pulls me down hard as he pushes upward and punctuates his words with harsh thrusts, building me up and making me want to fall apart.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” Ryan grits out before he flips our position, landing me on my back as he plows into me, harder and faster than before. Like he knows I’m not breakable now and wants to take full advantage. “I wanted you before I even knew you existed.”
The idea sends shivers through me and has my pussy clamping down on Ryan’s cock. I cry out as my orgasm slams into me far too quickly. Ryan’s movements go jerky, and then he fills me with his cum.
His breathing comes out in heavy pants as he looks down at me, holding himself up with arms that cage me in. When his breathing calms, he drops down and kisses me softly.
It’s a tender, promise-filled kiss in direct contrast to the hard fuck on the forest floor and the filthy words.
“I love you, Kitten,” he whispers against my lips. “You’re it for me.”
My breath hitches, and my tiger purrs and preens under his gaze. She wants me to claim him. She wants forever with him.
But what about what I need? It’s hard to even think about it when my tiger is so vocal and insistent.
This is what I’ve always wanted, but it feels wrong to reconcile how right it feels with how it started.
My inner therapist is horrified that I’m even considering a future with someone who literally stalked me.
Who intentionally hid his identity from me because he knew I would never have agreed to be with him had I known who he was.
My tiger pushes and snarls inside me, enraged that I’m not on the same page as her. But I can’t find the words to respond to him. And somehow he knows, because he places a chaste kiss on my lips before pulling out of me and hoisting me into his arms.