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Not that he isn’t already, but I haven’t quite confirmed that fact to him yet. If he wants to work hard to convince me, I’m going to let him, especially when my big shifter drops to his knees behind me, clutching my ass cheeks in his hands as he begins to lick me from behind.
This, uh—wow.This is new.
Ryker loves my taste. Since I feel the same about him whenever I take his cock in my mouth, I can’t talk, but he’ll definitely take any opportunity to eat me out.
Like this, though? Definitely new.
I squeal, rising up on my tiptoes as his licks become a full-on sucking assault on my clit.
“Ryker!”
He pulls away long enough to grunt out, “Shirt. Off. Now,” before he’s gripping my ass in his big hands, opening me up entirely to his hungry mouth.
I’m using the wall to support my suddenly shaking legs. Pleasure is already spiraling through me, but if Ryker wants me to take off my tank top, it’s coming off.
As soon as he sees me reaching for the hem, for once obeying him instead of constantly fighting against him, he goes back to working my pussy with his lips and tongue and, Luna help me, even his canine fangs.
My eyes nearly cross, it’s that freakinggood. I have to take a second to steady myself before I finally rip the tank top over my head, tossing it somewhere behind me. I don’t care where. I’ll figure that out later when Ryker isn’t seconds away from making me come.
Just when I’m on the verge of it, he pulls away, leaving me to snarl a warning at him.
Ryker rises to his feet. He nips my bare shoulder, a rasp of a laugh tickling my skin as he bows his body over mine again.
“Want to come together,” he explains as he positions his slick cock against my opening. “You taste so fucking delicious, I just about exploded all over the damn floor. But I want you, Gemma. I needyou.”
I’ve given up on getting him to call me ‘Gem’. He wasn’t kidding when he said it was either ‘Gemma’ or ‘sweetheart’, but it’s all worth it when he goes full alpha and just calls me ‘mine’.
Pushing back against him, I take him all the way inside. I’m not worried that he’s going to shoot his load in me. It’s rare for non-bonded mates to create pups; just like me being a female alpha is super rare, so’s the fact that my mom got pregnant by the fated mate she refused to bond with. Besides, he’s come inside of me so many times over the last six weeks that, the way I see it, it’ll happen if it’s going to happen.
And if it does? Maybe then I’ll stop worrying that this is all one big dream and that, any day now, Ryker will wake up and decide that he wants to choose another female—or worse, that I’ll finally lower my guard enough to finally say yesand he’ll turn around and tell me that my submission was all he had ever wanted, but that he’ll never be my mate.
See? Told you I was obsessing.
Gritting my teeth, I focus on his cock filling me up, stretching me out as I stubbornly push the terrible, negative thoughts out of my head. He’s done nothing to make me think that he’s going to give up on me—onus—and I’m being freaking ridiculous if I’m obsessing over him changing his mind while he’s buried to the hilt inside of me like this.
Ryker is so close to me that he’s barely thrusting. Using his hips as a piston, he’s rocking quickly, panting softly as he scrapes his fingertips against my naked belly, palms traveling slowly up to my chest.
He shoves my bra up when he hits it, cupping my bare tits with his massive paws. I can feel the points of his claws poking out, gently needling the tender skin. He won’t break it, though. Until I agree to mate him fully beneath the Luna, he won’t dare mark my skin. He’s saving that for our mating night, but the tiny pinpricks of pain only heighten my desire.
Focus on the now, I tell myself. Don’t worry about the future. Don’t obsess over what you can’t control. Just enjoy Ryker while you have him.
And as he bucks up into me, burying his chin in the top of my hair as he folds himself around me, the two of us coming together… that’s exactly what I do.
* * *
We eventually makeit to his bed on the second floor.
I shed off the last of my clothes while we were still downstairs so now I’m snuggling next to Ryker, skin to skin, enjoying the way his warmth radiates far more effectively than any blanket. I’m pillowing my cheek on one hand, my other arm thrown over his waist, contentedly stroking the dimples in his lower back as he’s stretched out on his side.
“I missed you,” he murmurs into my neck when he can once again speak in more than snarls and grunts. Ryker nuzzles the hollow of my throat with his nose before swiping it with the flat of his tongue. “I missed you so fucking much.”
I love how there isn’t even a whisper of deception lurking in his words. He means it, but it’s even more amazing to me that he’s comfortable enough to tell me.
I smile to myself. “I know.”
“You miss me, sweetheart?”
Good question.
