Page 122 of Guardians of the Assassins

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It was enough.

She came to a stop in front of the door where Ryder stood guard, and threw up her hands in exasperation when he continued to ignore her. “You can’t keep me locked up forever. It’s time to let me out, and you know it. I’m completely fine. I promise.”

His whisky-colored eyes flickered toward her for the first time since entering the room an hour ago, then his gaze dropped, and he scanned her body, hunger giving them a sharp edge. He lowered his arms to his sides, taking a step toward her, a wicked smile curling his lips. “Thank fuck.”

Before she could even process his words, he pounced.

She didn’t even have time to move when he snatched her up in his arms and tossed her onto the bed. She barely even landed when he was on her, his mouth taking hers in a kiss so divine, she groaned,desperate for more.

She clung to him, curling her arms around his neck, and wrapped her legs tight around his waist, determined not to let him escape. When his erection brushed against her core, she sucked in a greedy breath and broke the kiss to focus on removing every stitch of his clothing.

Not willing to be distracted, he leaned down to nip along her neck like he was starved for the taste of her. When she moved, eager to strip him bare, he would growl and pin her tighter to the mattress.

He methodically worked his way down to her breasts, growling in frustration when his access was blocked by clothing. He reared back, fangs bared, and ran a single claw lightly down her tank top, cutting cleanly down the middle.

With a satisfied smile, he opened both sides reverently, like it was the best present he’d ever received. Her nipples hardened further under his gaze, aching for his touch. She bucked her hips, rubbing herself against his cock, and his head snapped up, his gaze locking onto hers, a possessive growl rumbling in his chest.

He grabbed her hips, stilling her movements, then he closed his eyes, tipped his head back and moved her against him in long strokes. The tips of his claws dragged against her skin, the sensations overloading her body after being without her mates for so long.

And damned if her eyes didn’t threaten to roll up in her head as pleasure cascaded over her. The waves didn’t build slowly, they crashed over her and launched her into an orgasm with only a few strokes.

All without him removing a stitch of clothing.

She remedied that by grabbing the front of his shirt by the collar and tearing it clean down the middle. Ryder lifted his head, glancing down at her, a slow, sexy smirk curling his lips. “Impatient?”

Morgan just nodded, too distracted by the gloriously muscular chest on display before her. She inspected every magnificent inch with her hands and mouth, while he did his best to remain still, allowing her to explore him. Only when hetrembled did she slip her hands down the front of his pants and grip him firmly.

A pained hiss escaped his parted lips, a growl rumbled in his chest, and his hips bucked forward. Without warning, he spun her around so her back faced him. He shoved his pants only partially down his thighs and slammed into her with a single thrust.

Morgan gasped at the intrusion, loving the feel of him deep inside her, and she squirmed in pleasure. He gripped her hips to keep her still, his claws pressing dangerously against her skin in warning, which only served to make her wetter, and she tightened her walls around his cock.

With a pissed growl, he grabbed her hair and yanked her up, the sting making her gasp in pleasure. The move left her plastered against his chest, the front of her body on display and vulnerable.

“Don’t move.” He pressed her head against his shoulder, leaving her bare neck exposed. His warm hands slid down her body, cupping her breasts, slowly playing with her nipples until she was once again squirming.

“Naughty.” He pinched her nipple in punishment, and Morgan couldn’t stop from clenching around him with a groan.

“Just for that, I’m going to make you scream.” She must have whimpered, because his husky chuckle rang in her ear.

Then he proceeded to drive her insane. One arm clamped down around her rib cage, so her breasts rested on the top of his arm. The other hand skimmed down the front of her body until he buried it between her legs, spreading the wetness he found there around her clit.

Held tightly in his arms, there was nothing she could do but endure the pleasure. She bit her lip to keep from making a sound, because she wasn’t fucking stupid and didn’t want their time to end.

Like he read her mind, he gave a husky chuckle, then the bastard flexed his abs in a way that made his cock jump inside of her without ever moving his hips. He did it over and over,driving her higher and higher, until she did as he demanded and screamed his name when she came.

He changed his grip when she was struggling to catch her breath, reaching up to grab her shoulder, his arm coming to rest between her breasts. Before she had a chance to come down from her orgasm, he drove into her hard and fast. She should’ve been exhausted, yet he pushed her higher, balancing her on a precipice that was between pleasure and pain.

When his fangs pierced the crook of her neck, she came one last time, collapsing against him. She distantly heard him roar as he reached his own release, his knot swelling inside her, and she shivered in pleasure, even as darkness swallowed her.

The next time Morgan opened her eyes, it was dark. She should have been annoyed, suspecting Ryder wore her out on purpose to keep her from leaving the room, but she wasn’t stupid enough to give up an afternoon of multiple orgasms just to make a point.

A shaft of moonlight illuminated the bed, and her heart softened to find all her mates gathered around her, sleeping soundly. After years of pain and suffering, she’d finally found where she belonged.

Never in her wildest dreams did she ever imagine that she would find one mate who could learn to love her, much less six. They were not who she’d been expecting—they were better. The guys might’ve been a pain in her ass, but she adored the jerks.

They were her champions, her friends, her lovers.

They were her home, and she thanked the gods every day for bringing them into her life.