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Ryan sensed her energy waning. The strength it had taken to combat the lycan fighting her power should have wiped her, but she was holding on better than he could have hoped. “Let’s get you inside so you can take a nap. Peter should be back by then.”
He handed her Peter’s things and scooped her up. Her cheek lay against his chest, and her breaths evened out before they reached the elevator. Having her in his arms, where she belonged, eased his heart and mind. Peace washed over him as he breathed in her soft floral scent. If not for her exhausted state, he would walk her straight to their room and show her exactly how much she meant to him. At the mere thought, his dick strained against the zipper confining him. “Not now, buddy.”
Chapter 22
Brandy floated back to consciousness, Ryan’s familiar scent under her. She recalled her encounter with the lycan, Peter’s icy behavior toward her, and Ryan telling her she had acted like a child. The latter stung the most.
“Feeling better?” Ryan asked, his voice husky from sleep.
Her eyes were dry from her nap as she opened them. “Yeah, I guess.”
He tipped up her chin and studied her. “We’ll figure it outtogether.” The fingers on his other hand rubbed gentle, teasing circles along the skin at her side, a touch meant to soothe her but sent a shiver of need between her thighs.
Brandy freed her chin and kissed his palm before he could withdraw it. She could feel him suck in a breath at the simple touch. Running her bare foot along his calf, she pressed herself against his leg.
“Brandy,” Ryan groaned, his eyes dilating.
She pulled her lip into her mouth and bit down, her breaths uneven with desire as she stared at his handsome face. Throwing caution to the wind, she straddled his narrow hips, and his hands responded by moving to hers and holding her against him. She pressed her hands to his chest, and her hair fell around her face.
Neither spoke as they stared into each other’s eyes. The intimate moment calmed her. Ryan released one hip and cupped her cheek. Leaning into his palm, she soaked in his warmth as his thumb caressed her skin.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
Brandy closed the distance and pressed her lips to his. An electric sensation tickled their possessive kiss. She breathed in his scent and moaned when his tongue ran along the seam of her mouth. The affection was a slow burn as lips, tongues, and teeth clamored for more.
His arms banded around her, pressing her breasts against his firm chest. Releasing her, he grabbed the hem of her shirt and whipped it over her head. He made quick work of unhooking her bra and freeing her body from it.
Brandy’s breath caught when he pinched, pulled, and caressed the taut peaks. With the sensations swirling within her, she rolled her hips against his hard length, needing the friction of his touch.
Sliding a hand down and around to her backside, he massaged the flesh through her jeans, encouraging her to rub harder against him. Wound tightly, she moaned and ground down harder.
She was on the edge, her release within grasp when he stilled her hips. Brandy whimpered with frustration at being denied. Before she could ask him what he was doing, she was flipped onto her back and under him. He whipped his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side.
A smile tugged at her lips at the beautiful sight. Ryan unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper, his straining erection tenting his boxer briefs. She lifted to her elbows, intent on having a taste of him, but he gently pushed her down.
Ryan chuckled at her pout. “Tsk tsk, sweetheart.”
He tugged off her jeans, leaving her in her damp lace panties. Reaching forward, Ryan ran a thumb along her lower lip, and she sucked on it before giving it a nibble.
Groaning, he freed his thumb and ran it down her body… between the valley of her freed breasts, to her stomach, and over the small triangle covering her. He pressed it against her clit, pulling a long deep moan. The tease moved a finger down to her opening, and her core tightened around it.
Blood rushed through her ears, excitement and desire fogging her mind and making her forget everything but Ryan.
“Please…” she whimpered, unsure of how much more she could take.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart?”
Brandy could not formulate an answer.
“What do you need?” he asked, running a finger through her folds.
Meeting his eyes, she whimpered, “You.”
Ryan leaned forward and crushed his lips to hers as he rid her of her panties in record time. His hips bucked, thrusting into her in one swift, breathtaking move. Locking her ankles behind him, she dug her fingers into his shoulders. She never needed anyone so badly in her life, never wanted to be owned by a man.
Brandy held on as he marked her with each soul-searing stroke. He reached deep within her and was weaving himself around every cell of her body.
“Oh!” a moan ripped from her throat as she spiraled into paradise.
