He did just that, bending down to reach them, while pushing his desperate cock deep inside his mate’s drenched heat.
Rye stayed still one infinite instant, not quite understanding everything he felt; his insides were exploding, his heart contracted and the tiger inside him roared, hard. He felt her claws deep inside his back - thesewouldmark, and leave scars. They were meant to. So would the marks he’d made on her forearms, without consciously choosing to do so. He’d drawn blood. He’d claimed her; and she’d claimed him right back.
“What. The. Hell.”
He should have felt sorry for her; she was only now realizing the force at work. But Rye just laughed, and drew his dick back before plunging harder inside her, making her cry out in pleasure and pain. Then, he did it again, and again, and again, until she was panting, whimpering, chantingplease.
They came together in under ten minutes- in other circumstances, it would have been embarrassing.
Still panting like he’d finished a sprint, Ace then glared, accusingly saying, “You don’t look surprised.”
Rye just shrugged, particularly self-satisfied. There was no denying that out of the two of them, she normally had the upper hand. She had more contacts, she was better at subtle shit - he hadn’t even guessed that Lola, the kid he’d looked after since she was a newborn, had wolf in her, yet one sniff, and Aisling knew.
But for all this, the woman had been completely blind about the one thing that mattered between them.
“Surprised by what?” he asked playfully, yet seriously.
He needed to hear her say it.
Aisling rolled her eyes, but she must have sensed what he wanted, because she spelled it out. “You’re my true mate.”
Damn right he was. He ruffled her wavy hair and kissed her forehead. “And you’re mine. Now get your pretty ass up.”
He got to his feet and lent her a hand to help her up. “There’s about eleven rooms I need to fuck you in inside this house. Better get to it.”
Marks
He genuinely didn’t thinkanything could cloud this day for him, so in its infinite wisdom, the world proved him wrong.
Rye woke up feeling that his pridemates were anxious; not terrified or desperate, but still feeling uneasy. He opened his eyes and turned to the soft, perfect body of his mate, next to him under the covers, and kissed her shoulders.
She had a few bruises - so did he. They hadn’t gone easy on each other; claimings were messy affairs, but their healing rate meant that they’d be history by the afternoon. What caught his attention were the marks on her arms. Instead of looking like she’d been clawed, intricate patterns had appeared on her skin; they were ocean blue, and changed like running water.
Beautiful.
Rye dreaded to have to tell her that he needed to go, when all he wanted was staying with her and burying himself deep within her folds again, but he didn’t have to.
“There’s something wrong with your pride, right?”
Of course. Now he paid attention, he felt her through the pride link. He hadn’t noticed at first because she hadn’t joined as someone he should take care of, look after. She wasn’t one of his cats. She was his equal. Their Alpha female. He’d only hear her when she wanted him to.
“Our pride, pretty girl.”
Aisling tensed a little.
“They all respect you, Ace. And most of them like you, too. You’ll fit in, because you were made for it.”
As she didn’t answer, he pushed, “You know it, don’t you? That you’re a born Alpha. No one with your level of dominance would ever be content to live alone.”
“My father also is a born Alpha. So is Daunte, for that matter. None of them rule a pride.”
“Daunteisthe highest pack authority after me. And he can obey me, because he knows I’m more dominant than him.” To be fair, he admitted, “Slightly, anyway. But you’re missing the point. Heispart of a pride.”
Aisling sighed. “Well, nothing we can do about it now. We’ll see how it plays out.”
She wasn’t exactly ecstatic, but she hadn’t asked him to leave the pride, so there was that.
He worried all of a sudden, because honestly, if she couldn’t deal with living within the Wyvern pride…he would leave with her. He had no other choice on the matter.