Page 48 of A Wolf's Treasure
Duncan stopped moving as he stared at her eyes, a strange expression on his face. “This is real?” he asked her.
She nodded her head, lifting her hips to urge him on. “I feel you inside of me,” she told him. “And you feel so good, Duncan. Thick and hard. So very hard.” The last words ended on a moan as he began to move inside of her.
He flashed his canines with a snarl. “Ye would no’ lie tae me.”
“No. I would not.” She started to put her arms around him but stopped. “I want to touch you.”
Dropping his head, he nuzzled her neck. She took that as a yes and cradled his head to her for a moment before running her hands down his strong back as far as she could reach and back again. “I want to taste you as you did me,” she confessed. “I want to take you in my mouth and give you pleasure.”
His teeth sank into the muscle between her neck and shoulder and she cried out, but he only bit harder. Ryanne didn’t mind the pain, and it was a minor thing if it helped him feel like he had the upper hand. “Harder,” she demanded. “Fuck me harder.”
Releasing her from his bite, he rose up, following her commands even as he snarled at her again.
Everything tightened inside of her, that aching fullness ascending, then diminishing, only to come back harder and sharper than before as he took her right to the edge and held her there. Ryanne arched her back, bringing him deeper with each thrust.
His hand covered her breast, pinching the swollen nipple before moving to the other one.
She was coming again, gripping his arm as his name burst from her lips. As she hovered and crashed over the edge, he swelled inside of her and with a guttural moan, he came with her, filling her…
The door crashed open.
Duncan’s eyes flashed open as he pulled out of her and whipped around, baring his teeth, a menacing growl raising the hair on her arms.
Sitting up and jumping off the counter, Ryanne found his shirt and threw it on before stepping out from behind him to see who it was.
The black-haired wolf was standing just inside the apartment, icy blue eyes wide as they stared right at Duncan’s cock, still wet from her and pulsing.
If Ryanne didn’t know better, she would think there was something going on between the two. Between the naked hugging in the woods and now this. However, that was totally not the vibe she was getting.
Those strange eyes shifted to her, and his head cocked to the side before taking in Duncan’s appearance again.
Ryanne looked between the two shifters, waiting for someone to say something. They both appeared to be in shock. So, she took it upon herself to step forward and introduce herself. As she did, her mind flew over the plans she had for her father and made some quick adjustments. “Hi,” she said to the black-haired male. “I’m Ryanne.”
Those eerie eyes immediately landed on her. “Yer th’ prince’s daughter,” he said after a moment. His voice was deep. Sexy.
“Um, yes. But please don’t hold that against me.” She stuck her hand out further, and he finally took it.
“I’m Cedric,” he told her.
Ah, the alpha. She should’ve known. The overwhelming presence of his aura filled the apartment until it was almost hard to breathe. “Nice to meet you.”
“And ye, also.” He studied her closely.
Ryanne felt so exposed beneath his disconcerting scrutiny she had to glance down to make sure she had, in fact, covered herself.
“Ryanne.” Duncan called her back to him, and with a tight smile, she returned to his side. He seemed completely unconcerned with his own nakedness, as shifters usually were, standing with his arms casually at his sides. “If ye could give us a moment, Cedric?”
The alpha gave his head a little shake. “Och, aye. O’ course. I apologize. I’m just…in a bit o’ shock. I’ll just get a beer.” And then he turned on his heel and walked around the counter to the fridge.
With a hand on her lower back, Duncan told her, “Go on in tae th’ bedroom. That way.” He lifted his chin to indicate the right door. “I’ll gather our things and be right there.”
“Okay.” As it appeared the alpha wasn’t leaving anytime soon, she went to the room he’d indicated to wait, closing the door softly behind her. It was a nice room, all dark gray walls and a smoky, wood floor. A few black and white paintings hung on the walls, with flecks of red accents. The bed was a king and was covered in a gray comforter only slightly lighter than the walls. There was a nightstand on either side of the bed, and a large chest of drawers at the foot, both a dark brown. An area rug done in Art Deco covered a large portion of the floor between the bed and the bath, swirled in black and white and gray with red line accents.
She took a deep breath. It smelled like Duncan in this room. Ryanne liked it very much.
On the other side of the door, she could hear the two males having a quiet conversation. Figuring she had a little time, she went into his bathroom and turned on the shower to clean up.
By the time Duncan came in, again clad in his jeans, she was sitting on the edge of his bed wrapped in a towel. His shirt was spread out beside her.
