Ryker’s chest heaves. “I’m done fighting this. I’m fucking done. I thought… I thought I wouldn’t be able to share. A part of me doesn’t want to.” Darkness flashes across his face momentarily. “But then you and three of my brothers were taken by The Divine One. I realized I can’t live without you or them. We, the six of us, are the only goddamn thing that matters. The rest of the world can go to hell.” His eyes home in on my lips, which have parted, a shocked moan slipping free.
“They can protect you when I can’t,” he continues on a breathy exhale. “You need them. They need you. And, god help me, I can’t live without any of you.”
“Ryker…” I whisper.
And then he’s moving. Or I’m moving. Or we’re moving. All I know is that we collide, our lips fused together, our hands desperate as they grapple and clutch at skin.
I eagerly reach for the zipper of Ryker’s hoodie, tugging it down. I’m moderately surprised—and aroused—to discover he’s wearing nothing underneath. Dusky skin, riven here and there with old scars, greets my wandering fingers.
His hips thrust against mine as we continue kissing, touching, caressing.
And, of course, Zane has to ruin the moment.
“Can I come in? Plleeeasssee? I promise I’ll be good. I promise?—”
With a growl, Ryker rips his lips from mine and stalks toward the shower. He reaches one arm inside and flicks on the water. The sound drowns out Zane’s incessant whining.
Water rivulets cascade down Ryker’s skin, and I suddenly have the irresistible urge to lick every last drop off of him.
Ryker flicks his gaze to mine and must see the desire in my eyes because his steps falter. His eyes smolder, turning dark, then he’s in front of me once more, his hands reaching for the bottom of my dress. I lift my arms to help him remove it. His eyes greedily devour my bare body.
“Not wearing panties or a bra, I see.” The words are a harsh rasp as he reaches for my breast, cupping it. His thumb tenderly brushes over my nipple.
“You could see the outline through my dress,” I pant as he continues his slow, relentless assault on my aching nipple.
“But you were wearing a cloak over it,” he points out. He grips my other breast and begins to massage it, his thumb and forefinger pulling and tugging at the hard peak. “I think you wanted us to have easy access to your perfect body, didn’t you? You wanted to bend over and know we’ll all lose our fucking minds at the sight of your bare, glistening pussy.”
His dirty words, combined with his hands on my breasts, elicit a sharp gasp from me. I tilt my head back, my eyes fluttering shut.
He pinches my nipples. Hard.
“Eyes on me,” he growls out, and I immediately obey, a gasp slipping free. “Good girl.” The words are practically a purr.
Desperate, I reach for him, curling my fingers into his dark hair as I kiss him. His own hands remain pressed between our bodies, playing with my tits, squeezing and caressing and pinching in a way that balances the precarious line between pleasure and pain.
I reach for his jeans, though I can’t quite touch the zipper, not with his body pressed so close to mine. Instead, I attempt to pull his pants down without unzipping them, growling when they get stuck on his toned ass.
His low chuckle vibrates against my lips. “Eager, are we?”
“Very,” I gasp, arching up to nip at his earlobe.
His breathy laughter morphs into a growl.
Ryker pulls away from me and easily unzips his jeans, pushing them down.
My mouth waters as his cock springs free, dark and veiny, with a bulbous tip. While I stare intently at his dick, wondering what it would feel like in my mouth, Ryker makes quick work of removing the rest of his clothes, all but kicking off his shoes and socks and stepping out of his jeans.
He reaches for me, tugging me into his arms, and immediately, I wrap my legs around his waist.
“Such a good girl,” he coos, walking us backward. At first, I have no idea where we’re going, but when a spray of warm water hits my head, I gasp.
Ryker continues moving us until my back is against the wall, my legs still wrapped around his waist, his cock nestled snugly between the juncture of my thighs.
“You don’t know how long I waited for this moment. How many times I imagined it. I pictured taking you on a bed, on a desk, in a closet, on the floor…but never a shower. I don’t know why this didn’t occur to me.” He keeps one arm beneath my ass, supporting my weight, while his other snakes between our bodies to grab at his rock-hard erection. “Tell me you want this, baby girl. Tell me you wantme.”
“I do,” I promise, running my fingers through his wet hair. “I’ve always wanted you.”
“Because once I do this, there’ll be no turning back,” he warns, his eyes darkening with that familiar flash of insanity I’ve seen in all my guys over the years. “I won’t be able to let you go. Ever. I can share you with my brothers, but no one else. Any guy who even talks to you will have his head cut off. Doyou understand what you’re agreeing to? Do you understand the monster you’ll unleash?”
