I lean down, lips brushing his. “Mine.”
The bond flares again, bright and burning and whole. His blood still lingers on my tongue, metallic and alive, and my wolf stretches in triumph.
I feel full. Not just from his knot, still locked inside me, but from the rightness of it all.
He strokes my spine, voice rough with awe. “You feel it too.”
“Everything.” I rest my forehead to his.
“Good.” His voice is all gravel and affection. “Want to bite me again?”
I smile.
Chapter
Seventeen
Iwake wrapped in Ryker’s arms, a cocoon of warmth and gentle possession. I should be satisfied, but the ache—that raw, ravenous hunger—still thrums through me, wild and untamed.
My heat hasn’t burned out.
It’s smoldering.
Every inhale drags Ryker deeper into my lungs—earth and storm and sex and sweat. My muscles clench greedily, and I’m once again desperate to have his thick knot pulsing inside me.
I shift against him, the movement making me hiss. Gods, I’m so sensitive—but I’m wet again. Aching again. The bond thrums between us, stirring my wolf and setting every nerve on edge.
More, she growls.Want our mate.
“Still with me, little wolf?” he murmurs, voice hoarse, eyes half-lidded but blazing with heat.
“Barely.” I roll my hips and whimper.
He brushes his fingers over my cheek, then down to my lips, thumb teasing until I open for him. I suck it into mymouth slowly, deliberately, dragging my tongue along the pad, then bite down hard enough to make his eyes flash.
He groans. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” He shifts until he can cup my breasts. “You’re flushed,” he murmurs, dragging kisses down my throat.
“You think?”
His fingers trail down my stomach, and my thighs fall open for him.
Gods, I want.
“You’re so hot, Kitara. Just pure, filthy heat.”
My wolf howls in agreement.
“I need you,” I whisper, desperation riding me hard.
His gaze locks with mine. “Say it again.”
“And say what?” I arch up, grinding my pussy against his thigh. “That I want you so deep inside me I forget where I end and you begin? That I want to ride you until I’m crying and shaking, until you knot me again and again and?—”
His mouth crashes to mine, all tongue and teeth and desperation.
I roll him to his back, straddling him with slick thighs around his hips. I grab his cock, thick and hot and already leaking, and rub the tip through my folds, coating him.
He hisses through his teeth. “Kitara.”
