Page 12 of Shepherd's Runaway

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I looked back at him and found him smiling at me, a small, sweet twist of his lips.

“Or… You could spend it with me.”

My heart leapt in my chest and kicked up to a thundering rhythm. “Ry…”

He moved closer, slinking around until he settled himself across my lap. He cupped my face between his palms.

“Listen, I’ve never had the choice about spending my heat with someone, and maybe Ishouldwant to spend it alone. But I don’t. I’d rather spend it with you.”

I stared into his eyes. Clear, bright blue orbs looked back at me. At that moment, I knew I’d never be able to deny him anything. I swallowed against the lump building in my throat. Forever wouldn’t be long enough to earn the trust he was placing in me. “I’d be honored to spend your heat with you.”

He smiled, small and pleased, before a full body shudder left him trembling in my lap. The scent of his arousal filled the room. I’d never smelled anything more intoxicating.

“I want your knot now,” he said, grinding down in my lap and making my already interested cock throb.

Wrapping him up in my arms, I brought our lips together in a slow kiss that quickly turned slick and hot when he swept his tongue against my lower lip. Was there anything sexier than him taking what he needed from me? My bear rumbled in my chest, primed and ready to let Rylan have it all.

He whined against my lips and pulled at my shoulders as he rolled his hips again. “I want you.”

Taking his face in my hands, I shushed him, pressing gentle kisses to his cheeks, his nose, his eyelids. “You have me.”

The heat beneath his skin warmed my hands and seared my legs where he still straddled me, but when our gazes locked, his eyes were still lucid.

“Ry, sweetheart, how —”

“Like this,” he said, immediately. “With him it was… He was always behind me. I want to see that it’s you.”

The growl building in my chest escaped before I could stop it. Getting my hands under his ass, I stood, keeping one hand supporting him. I used the other to push down one side and then the other of my pajama pants. My underwear went with them. I shimmied to get the bundle down my legs and kicked it to the side.

Turning, I stood Ry up on the bed. He reached for the hem of his oversized shirt, but I stilled his hands.

“Let me.”

He swallowed, pink splotches dusting his cheeks and getting darker with every second.

Tugging upward, I lifted the shirt, revealing miles of his lithe, toned body. He helped me pull the shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor.

I growled again at the sight of him. He hadn’t worn his briefs to bed, leaving him bare for my gaze to feast on. I slid my palms down over his chest, circling over his stiff little nipples before continuing down his sides. The supple slide of his skin was a revelation—such resilient strength wrapped up in his soft, wanting body.

“You’re beautiful, sweetheart,” I told him, leaning in to press a kiss against his sternum. His cock beckoned me, straining up toward his belly with its shiny tip.

This close the scent of him filled every inch of my lungs, my head, my heart.

I took that glistening tip into my mouth. Rylan gasped and grabbed two handfuls of my hair as he let out the sweetest little whine.

“Don't tease me, Shep, please.”

And since I couldn't deny him anything, I savored my mouthful for another moment and released him. Taking hold of his hips, I urged him to step back so I could crawl onto the bed.

As soon as I was situated with my back to the headboard, he was on me. He crashed our lips together, plunging his tongue into my mouth. At the same time, he reached behind himself and gripped the length of me in a surprisingly strong fist. He sank down so quickly, his slick, hot channel squeezing me like a vise. A half growl, half moan ripped out of my chest. I tore my lips away from his to pant against his cheek.

Rylan was lost in the lust of his heat and rode me in earnest. He groaned, bracing himself with his hands on my shoulders.

The whole time his glittering blue gaze never left my face.

I kept a sure grip on his hips, helping him move when his rhythm started to falter.

“Shep, I'm close,” he cried as he drove himself down onto my cock again. “I need your knot now.”