Chapter 7 Ryker
There was an angel in my bed. A nude, feisty angel. Well, maybe more like a nymph or a siren, because the way she was looking at me was anything but angelic. Still, I prayed to her, drinking in every ounce of her perfection with a devotion I hadn’t known I could give to any one woman.
She had me feeling possessive in a way that was very unlike me. For once, I didn’t want to share, not even with Talon. I had been patient, and all those countless, painful nights of jerking off to the scent of her arousal were about to be worth it.
Through the haze of lust, I could sense the Kitten was nervous, and the knowledge of why only made me more ravenous.
She reached for me, her arm hovering hesitantly.
I moved to her, tackling her onto the bed and kissing her all over.
She started laughing and squirming as my lips brushed her hip, right where I knew she was ticklish.
I hovered over her, using my arms to brace my body, and she looked up at me, the smile on her face faltering.
“Ryker?” she whispered.
“What’s up, Kitten?”
“How did you know at the checkpoint? What gave me away? Talon said you couldn’t smell me, so…” Her voice trailed off.
“So, why did I go after you? Why did I bring Talon the string and follow you to the bar? Why didn’t I just let you slip away?”
She shook her head, waiting for my response.
I thought about what answer to give. A million jokes and teasing responses came to mind, but I could tell she needed sincerity right now. I had taken everything from her, and before she gave me this last part of herself, she wanted to know why.
She wanted the truth.
“Because when I saw you step out of that shitty van, all nervous and pissed, I had wanted nothing so badly in my entire fucking life. You were beautiful, even fidgeting, smelling like that awful lotion you’d slathered on to hide yourself, and refusing to look at me.
You were trying so damn hard to disappear, and it only made me notice you more.
The truth is, I didn’t care if you were a beta or an omega.
I was going into that bar regardless of what Talon said. ”
“So you just thought I was beautiful? That’s why you did this to me?” she said, rolling her eyes.
I brushed the hair away from her ear, laughing. “Hello, is anyone home? No, Rowan. That's not what I said. You’re not listening. I’ve fucked a lot of really beautiful women…”
A scowl crossed her face, and she shot me a warning look, making me chuckle at her jealousy.
“It didn’t have to do with your looks… well, not entirely.
You were a fucking puzzle, trying to hide what makes you, you.
All the anger, the defiance, the hunger for more, slipped out through your disguise in tiny doses.
Through the cracks, I saw you. I saw the real you, and I needed to know more.
I needed to unwrap who you really were, in a way I’ve never felt before. ”
Her expression softened.
“And obviously, I wanted to fuck you,” I added, as she groaned and rolled her eyes.
“You had to add that, didn’t you?” she laughed.
“Yup,” I said, popping the “p.”
She laughed again, and I watched the way her breasts jiggled when she did.
“Now stop trying to distract me! Turn around, Kitten. You told me I could play. Get on your knees,” I said, sensing I’d appeased her with my answer.
She muttered something smart under her breath, but still did as she was told.
While she moved into position, I reached into my nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube I’d stashed there specifically for this.
When Rowan heard the drawer open, she turned to glance over her shoulder, trying to see what I was doing.
I loved that despite all her protests and reluctance, her curiosity always got the best of her. She was so hungry to experience everything we offered her, and that insatiable appetite drew me to her even more.
I pulled her kneeling form toward me, molding her back to my front as I kissed the column of her neck and gently sucked on her ear.
Soft gasps and moans slipped from her lips, and while my mouth distracted her, I reached between us, squeezing a generous amount of lube down her back and letting it slide along her spine between her cheeks.
When the cool liquid touched her skin, she froze, her whole body tensing with anticipation.
“Relax, Kitten, relax,” I murmured against her neck, my lips brushing her skin to soothe her. “I promise you’ll like this.” I guided her shoulder down slightly. “Go on all fours, just like that. Perfect. God, I love seeing you on your knees. Arch your back, yes Rowan, just like that.”
Gathering the lube that had pooled in the crease of her ass on my fingers, I worked it in deeper, rubbing small circles around the tight ring of muscles at her back entrance. She tried to pull away, clearly not comfortable being touched there. Yet.
“Don’t act all shy now, Kitten,” I said teasingly. “You’re the one who practically begged me for this.”
“Excuse me? I did not beg. I seem to remember it being the other way around—” She cut herself off with a sharp gasp as my finger entered her ass. I moved it in and out slowly, allowing her to acclimate. Her fists gripped the bedding, her body betraying what her mouth refused to admit.
She was fucking loving this.
I let out a taunting laugh. “Hmm. I don’t remember it that way,” I said. “I distinctly remember you begging me. You do it all the time in different ways.”
Her breath hitched, and I leaned over her, whispering in her ear.
“When I walked out of the shower and caught you looking at me like that, don’t pretend you weren’t.
You begged without saying a word. The way your lips part, the way your eyes fuck me when you think I’m not watching…
every bit of anger you throw my way melts into pure need. ”
“You’re awfully full of yourself, Ryker. I think you might be a narcissist,” she said, trying to sound unaffected by my finger moving harder and faster in her ass. I could tell she wasn’t. Her knuckles had gone white where she gripped the blanket, every labored breath giving her away.
“You say that like it’s not the thing you like most about me,” I murmured, the smugness in my voice unmistakable. “Besides, I’ve been called far worse, Kitten. Confidence is just part of my charm.”
“I wouldn’t call it charm, I’d call it—” She stopped, her words breaking off in a gasp that tore straight through her composure, as I inserted another finger in her ass. The sound was part pleasure, part pain, and I couldn’t help the satisfied laugh that followed.
"Touch yourself, Rowan. It will feel better if you do," I told her, wanting her to finally surrender to pleasure after being deprived of an orgasm for so long.
She immediately reached between her legs, rubbing her sensitive clit as I increased the speed and intensity of my fingers. The sounds that exited her mouth were no longer words, as I overwhelmed her body with pleasure. Taking advantage of her inability to speak, I teased her more.
"You complain and protest as if you want nothing we give you, but you look pretty content to me." I murmured low and amused. "You're about to cum from me fingering your ass, aren't you, Kitten?"
My mention of cuming, set her body off like a bomb. A scream of relief and pleasure tore from her throat. The noise was desperate and animalistic as the muscles inside her pulsed, gripping my fingers with repetitive tightness.
While she finally revelled in her release, I lined my dick up with her pussy and entered her without removing my fingers from her ass. As I fucked her, I continued fingering her back hole, loving the way I could feel myself moving through her thin barrier.
"It's so tight," she said through gasps. "I'm so full."
"You're about to be a lot fuller," I said as I tried to force my knot into her perfect pussy.
It wouldn't fit though, as her muscles were still too tight to take it.
I removed my fingers and kept pushing the knot against her entrance, trying to work it in gradually as I painted a mental picture for her that was sure to soak her with slick.
"If you think you're full now, just imagine what it's going to feel like when Talon and I are both knotting you.
He'll probably want a turn in your pussy, and I'll knot your ass.
It will feel like we're tearing you apart, but you'll love it.
Omegas crave it. Especially during heat.
You'll beg us to fill you in every hole. "
Slick gushed down her thighs, and she gasped sharply as my knot entered her core with a wet pop. I stuck my fingers back in her ass as she orgasmed again, milking my knot with a pleasure I didn't think was even possible.
If I died right here and now, I wouldn’t complain. It would be a hell of a way to go, drowning in her wet pussy. I knew she was a fucking angel, not the kind that belonged in some holy place, but the kind that got sent down to ruin men like me and make them grateful for it.
I looked at Rowan; her lashes were damp against her cheeks, eyes squeezed shut as another release ran through her. And I swear, in that moment, she didn’t look fragile or broken. She looked powerful. Like she could destroy me, and I’d thank her for it.
I absolutely would thank her for it, for giving herself to me in this way, for choosing us even though we’d ripped her from everything she knew. She should have hated us; I wouldn't blame her. But she didn't, not entirely.
Even if Rowan was my end, I’d go to it happily. It would be fucking worth it just to have a taste of this.
Pleasure, pure, addictive pleasure, and something buried deeper.
Something in my chest that had never existed prior to her, tightened and warmed every time she looked at me.
It was a foreign feeling that I didn't recognize.
A feeling that men like me didn't deserve, and one that I wasn't ready to name.
While I waited for my knot to deflate, I listened to Cade and Talon arguing in the living room. There wasn’t a single conversation that could take place under this roof that we weren’t all privy to thanks to our advanced hearing. We always assumed someone was listening.
They weren’t yelling, because they were both too restrained for that, but I could always tell when they disagreed because they often cut each other off.
Most packs didn’t have two alphas who were so evenly matched.
Cade and Talon were both incredibly strong, and who would win a challenge match was a coin toss.
Talon was only second because he willingly conceded to Cade, which made their disagreements a delicate battle of restraint on both their parts.
"I realize that, but she needs to hunt, Cade. Her wolf needs tending to. It’s not going to—"
"What if she tries to run? We can’t just let her shift and chase rabbits out in the woods! We don’t know what her wolf will do, or if it will even listen—"
"It will listen to me and it will listen to you. The wolf is still an omega, and even more closely tied to her instincts. It knows we are in control. I am her superior wolf; you are her pack leader. I don't know about Ryker, maybe, but probably not. She barely listens to him now."
"Hey, what the fuck?!" I shouted, banging on the wall behind my headboard. Rowan had been so relaxed, molded to me and dozing off, but she startled at the sound, looking up with confusion.
"Sorry. Shh, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.
Those two assholes out there got me riled up," I said, smoothing her wild hair until her breathing slowed again.
She melted, her body relaxing into mine, as my eyes drifted down the line of her skin to the angry red bite mark I had just left on her hip.
The sight of it did something to my star player. It pulsed inside her.
I had felt it the second it happened; the packmate-bond snapping tight like a live wire, and knew the others had too. Even Killian, hiding in his self-imposed exile, couldn’t escape it. Our packmate-bond had finally sealed.
We had all mated and marked her.
Rowan was ours, fully.
And we were hers.
People try to describe it, but they never come close to explaining what it really feels like.
If I had to try, it’s like Rowan’s the sun and we’re the planets, tethered to her orbit.
Her gravity isn’t something that traps me.
It’s something I choose, like a planet that never tires of circling its star.
I could drift if I wanted to, but I don’t.
Every time she breathes, her light flares, and the whole damn system shifts to follow. Her moods turn the fucking tides, her warmth sets the pace, and I’d rather stay in her orbit forever than ever know the cold vastness of space again.
Talon’s got his fancy shifter link with her, hearing every thought that crosses her mind, lucky bastard. The rest of us only get the echo of it, the emotion. Subtle, but enough to connect us to her and feel the bond thrumming through our pack. It even connects us to each other.
We’re all tied to her now. Tied to each other.
Fucking planets bound to a single star.
She doesn’t even realize the gravity she holds. And honestly, I don’t think I’d survive breaking free of it.
That’s the bitch of packmate-bonds. If you want true strength and unity, you need an omega to anchor your pack. They’re the glue that holds everything together. But it’s a double-edged sword, because if something ever happened to Rowan, we would all shatter.