41. Chapter Forty-One #2
My skin pebbled as his fingers traced my stomach, down and down to my waistband.
I lifted my hips when he stopped there in a silent question for permission, making it easier when he slipped his hand underneath.
He continued his slow movements down, under my dampened panties.
My hips bucked when he brushed his fingers over my swollen clit, craving his touch.
He tightened his arm around me to hold me down.
I spread my legs apart. My lips parted in a gasp when he slowly slid a finger into me. My hand shot up and gripped the hair at the back of his neck and leaned my head to rest on his shoulder. He pulled his finger out to the tip then slowly pushed back in.
“Fuck,” he purred. “So wet for me…”
He pulled his finger out again, fully this time, and circled that sensitive bud of nerves. He pushed two fingers back inside me, dragging a moan from deep in my throat when he curled them to hit that perfect spot.
“Gods, I’m going to come just from that sound alone,” he sighed against my skin, pumping his fingers in and out of me.
Ryker plunged his fingers deeper and harder. I panted, feeling the pleasure building higher and higher.
My breath caught when he started moving his thumb in circles over my clit in time with the pumping of his fingers.
My body began to tense, feelings of pleasure tingling from my head to my toes.
I exposed my neck to him as he continued to nip and lick at my throat.
All I could think of was him, his mouth, his tongue, his fingers plunging in and out of me and swirling his thumb over my clit.
“Ryker,” I pleaded breathlessly. I shamelessly ground myself against his hand.
He felt so good, I never wanted it to stop. And that was only his fingers. I wanted more, needed more. Of him.
“That’s right, take what you need from me,” he groaned.
He moved his other hand from my stomach and kneaded my breast. My eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head. I turned my head and watched him watching me, riding his hand with darkened eyes and parted lips.
His eyes flicked to meet mine, glazed with raw need.
Ryker kissed his way up my neck to my jaw slowly, as if he were memorizing the shape of me with his lips.
His fingers whispered across my chest and up to my throat and wrapped them around the base in a gentle possessiveness. His thumb brushed along the column of my neck.
My stomach fluttered when his mouth drew across my cheek until he was almost touching my lips.
“What I would give to taste you right now…” His voice was guttural. “But even the taste of your mouth would have me driving myself into you.”
I wanted both equally.
My vision began to turn spotty as my release neared.
He pumped harder, deeper, circling faster and faster until pleasure shocked through me.
My mind spiraled with stars as ecstasy flooded my veins.
I clenched around his fingers, trapping his hand between my thighs, and screamed his name.
He continued to stroke me through my release until I was limp against him.
He removed his fingers and I whimpered, missing being filled with him. “I want more.”
He chuckled.
I looked into those silver eyes and found that heart-clenching gaze again. He had taken my pain and turned it into pleasure.
Ryker stood and carried me to the side of the bed and laid me down before removing my boots for me while I removed my jacket and my pants when he walked to the other side. The amount of control he displayed impressed me, having been touching me in that way but taking nothing for himself.
Tucking myself under the covers, I placed extra pillows behind me so that Ryker and I wouldn’t touch. I didn’t want to tempt either of us. I heard his boots and clothes clatter to the floor and waited for him to get in the bed.
After several moments of not feeling the bed shift under his weight, I turned my head to look at him. He eyed the pillows as if they had personally offended him and wanted to set them on fire.
“No,” he snarled before wrenching the pillows away and throwing them to the floor.
“Fine, but behave,” I scoffed a laugh and turned my head back and settled to go to sleep.
I finally felt him climb under the blanket, and I yelped when he yanked me by my hips until my back rested alongside his warm body. His arm wrapped around me and I placed my hand atop it.
I almost wanted to scold myself for being so hesitant with him before. I had been missing this the entire time. It felt right being in his arms, like it was where I belonged. Our bodies fit perfectly against each other, as if we were made for this.
We were. We were made for each other. We were mates.
He delicately brushed my hair behind me and kissed my neck with a tenderness that made my heart clench.
I nestled against him, running a gentle caress down the bond.
His lips turned upward in a smile against my skin as he returned the gesture with a caress of his own.
I fell asleep with a contented smile in the safety of Ryker’s embrace.
Ryker shifted behind me, pressing his hips into my ass as he moved to adjust his position.
My eyes snapped open. I could feel the bare skin of his chest against me, moving up and down with heavy, even breaths of deep sleep.
I wondered just how much of his body was exposed.
Thinking of the possibility of his naked body against me, a warm feeling tickled in my lower belly.
I could feel my arousal pooling between my thighs.
The pillows should have stayed.
Now that I had felt part of him inside me, I became unhinged. I was losing control. I wanted him. I needed him. I had to claim him as mine.
I turned to face him and found myself slightly disappointed when I discovered that he was dressed from the waist down, yet still appreciative that he was. My emotions about everything with us were conflicting. I wanted him in sinful ways, and at the same time I knew I shouldn’t.
Except right then.
Right then, my judgment was clouded with uncontrollable desire, the logic of reasoning left behind and overpowered by my divine need for him.
I told him to behave, as if he was the one who needed to get a hold of his control. But at that moment, I was the one who lost control. Driven by something greater than either of us. The bond roared inside me, demanding to be sealed.
And I wanted it. Desperately.
I studied his immaculate body, lightly running my fingers across the muscles of his torso, tracing the outlines of his tattoos. Caressing the column of his neck with the tip of my nose, I inhaled his scent, taking in the very essence of him. His lips twitched and I wanted to taste them.
I knew I should stop. But I couldn’t. I needed more of him. All of him.
But I needed him awake to do so. I wrapped my leg around his waist and pushed him onto his back, straddling him with my thighs around his hips.
I leaned down, my hair falling to the side of his face. Gently touching my lips to the shell of his ear, I spoke in a soft and low, sultry voice, “Wake up, my shadow.”
He opened his eyes, squinting with sleep, before they flew open and locked with mine. His heart started to race, I could see his pulse pumping faster beneath the skin of his throat. His hands braced my hips and his breathing became erratic, matching mine.
I studied him, watched his features turn from confusion to understanding, debating.
He didn’t say a word. He held my stare with heated eyes and his jaw clenched.
I felt him harden right under where I craved him, the heat in my core building at the feel of his cock throbbing. My mouth parted when he took in my body sitting on his.
I ripped my shirt off, tossing it aside and leaving only the thin linen wrapped around my breasts, which did nothing to hide my peaked nipples. His eyes trailed up and down my exposed skin, releasing a shuddering breath through his nose when those silver irises met mine.
Unable to stop myself, I rocked back and forth across his length, the thin material of our clothes allowing me to feel the ridges of him. I moaned softly, causing him to tighten his grip. His face was hard, almost pained with restraint, but he wasn’t stopping me. My heart raced in time with his.
I rode him shamelessly, it felt too good to stop. I could feel the evidence of my arousal soaking into our clothes.
Ryker groaned deep in his chest. The sound had me grinding myself on him harder and faster.
He sat up and gripped the hair on the back of my head in his fist, pulling it gently until I was looking at the ceiling.
I gripped his shoulders, digging my nails in to give me more leverage to go rougher, needing more friction.
His hot breath on my throat sent a shiver down my spine and straight to my center. He sucked and licked and kissed my neck hungrily, moving his hips in time with mine, giving me what I silently asked for.
His hand came up to cup my breast and pinched my sensitive nipple between his fingers before rubbing his thumb over it soothingly. I arched into his touch, but it still wasn’t enough.
“Ryker,” I breathed. “Claim me. Please.” I was aching with the need to be filled with him.
“Kya…” he moaned pleadingly. “Don’t. Don’t ask that of me. I can’t tell you no.”
He pulled back to look into my eyes, resting his forehead on mine.
“We—fuck,” he grunted when I started moving myself in circles over him.
In the next breath, he flipped me over on my back, pinning my wrists above my head. I trembled with anticipation.
His body was on top of mine, and we froze for a moment. Our faces were close enough that our panting breaths brushed against each other’s lips.
I held his stare before I wrapped my legs around his waist and started grinding against him again. As if he couldn’t stop himself, he moved with me, and the pressure in me built higher and higher.
I let out a loud, breathy moan.
His pupils dilated and he pressed himself against me harder, growling.
“Kya, we can’t,” he rasped. “I need you to stop because I can’t. I can’t stop myself. I want you too fucking badly.” Yet still, he continued to move.
“I don’t want to stop,” I whined, pleaded. His muscles tensed.
“I don’t want you to stop. But I need you to.” He pushed his cock against me hard and my breath hitched.
“I want to claim you.” Again.
Yes.
“I want to bury myself inside you.” His head burrowed into the crook of my neck .
Please…
“I want you to bear the mark of our bond, to show the realms that you’re fucking mine—that you belong to me.” He licked up the column of my neck and brushed his lips over my jaw.
I wanted those lips in so many other places.
“I do belong to you,” I panted.
He raised his head and I could see the tendrils of his control drawn so taut, they were about to snap. His beautiful silver eyes begged for me to take the control he was so close to losing.
Something inside of me cracked and the back of my eyes stung. I stopped my movements.
What was wrong with me? I was endangering his people. His home. Him .
A tear slipped down my cheek. Ryker’s eyes tracked the drop before wiping it away, then rested his forehead against mine. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, scraping for the remnants of my self-control and piecing it back together before opening them again.
He released my wrists and gently held my face in his hands as we gazed into each other’s eyes that spoke what our lips didn’t. I know.
We stayed like that for a long while, until the sun’s rays began to lighten the sky over the mountains, trying to fight the inevitable. He stroked my hair soothingly the entire time.
“I want to show you something.” His gravelly voice was quiet. “Will you come with me?”
“Yes,” I said with a small smile. “But I should probably dress first.”
He smiled back and got off the bed before extending a hand to help me up, holding it for a moment before letting go, and I made my way to the bathing room.
“Kya.”
I turned back to face him and hummed a response.
He stared into my eyes. “You’re beautiful.”