“Let me.” I lower myself slowly, inch by inch, moaning as he stretches me open again.
His hands grip my thighs, his jaw clenched tight. “Fuck, you feel like heaven. Tight. Hot. Mine.”
“Yours,” I breathe, rocking my hips.
I ride him slowly, grinding in tight, punishing circles that make us both shake. His hands drift up to my breasts, fingers pinching and rolling my nipples until I’m gasping.
“You like this?” he growls.
“Yes… gods, yes…”
He jerks up, greedily sucking one nipple deep whilethumbing the other. I ride him harder, thighs trembling, slick pouring down his cock and soaking his lap.
“Fuck,” he groans around my nipple. “These tits—gods, Kitara, look at them. Full, heavy, fuckable. I could die a happy wolf right now.”
I flush, arching as I push closer, encouraging him to suck harder.
“You’re going to come for me again, little wolf. I want to feel you squeeze me while I fill you up. Want to knot you so deep you choke screaming my name.”
I’m already there. My orgasm crashes over me, brutal and overwhelming. I shatter in his arms, crying out as I clench around him.
He flips us, driving into me with deep, punishing thrusts. I barely have time to catch my breath before I’m flying again, another orgasm building fast.
“You’re taking me so well, pretty girl,” he groans. “So tight. So fucking wet.”
His knot swells again, stretching me wide, locking us together as his cock pulses deep inside. I scream as the pressure sets off another orgasm, white-hot and all-consuming.
We collapse together, still joined, his knot anchoring him deep inside my soaked, twitching cunt.
He kisses my temple. “Still want more?”
I laugh breathlessly. “You have no idea.”
We rest for a while, tangled in sweat-slicked limbs, breath syncing slowly. I trace his scars with lazy fingers, my wolf purring beneath my skin.
He brushes my hair back, fingers gentle. “I feel it building again.”
“It’s not stopping,” I whisper. “It’s... simmering.”
A knock at the door. Sharp. Persistent.
Ryker growls. “No!”
“Alpha,” Elias calls through the wood, voice hesitant. “Scouts have returned. There’s movement on the southern ridge.”
Ryker snarls. “Deal with it. I’m occupied.”
“They said it could be Thaddeus’s people.”
Ryker sighs, planting one last kiss to my shoulder before carefully withdrawing from me. I whimper at the loss.
He grabs a sheet and drapes it around me. “Don’t move. I’ll be five minutes. Ten if someone bleeds.”
He vanishes out the door, growling, naked except for the blood-warm fury rolling off him.
I curl into the furs, body still humming. But it doesn’t take long before the ache returns. Fiercer. Deeper.
By the time Ryker returns, I’m slick and writhing, fingers tangled in the sheets, teeth clenched against the building wave.
