Page 97 of Pack Owned
“Anytime, Kayla,” I say, and mean it. There’s something about her that gets under my skin, stirs up a protective instinct I thought had died long ago.
But it’s not just protection I’m feeling as I look down at her, not with the way my body’s reacting to her closeness, the scent of her mingling with wet grass and earth.
Her lips part slightly, a soft gasp escaping her as I step closer to her, closing the distance between us. My hand reaches up, cupping her chin gently, tilting her face towards mine.
Our lips crash together. Her arms wrap around my neck and I deepen the kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth hungrily. My hands roam down her body, feeling every curve, every dip. She moans into the kiss, igniting a fire within me that’s impossible to ignore.
Her sweet scent of vanilla and jasmine suddenly grows headier. “Fuck, Kayla, you’re building up to your heat.” I move to step back, to give her room, to take her back to the bike but she’s shaking her head at me. “I-I can’t wait until we get all the way back to the mansion. Please.”
Kayla looks at me, her eyes filled with desire and need. I can’t resist her any longer. I cup her face in my hands, kissing her deeply, as I walk her backward towards a nearby tree.
My hands slip under her shirt, feeling the heat of her skin beneath my fingertips. She moans, grinding herself against me, desperate for release. And kissing her, she tastes like sweetness and sin, and I can’t get enough of her.
I reach down, unzipping her jeans and sliding my hand into her panties. She’s already slick and wet, her heat consuming me. I groan, kissing her harder as I finger her. She’s so fucking wet and ready for me.
She moans, grinding against my fingers.
Her eyes are half-closed, her breath coming in short gasps as she rocks her hips. She’s desperate for relief, and I can’t deny her. Not when she’s looking at me like that. I add another finger slowly, but it’s not enough. She’s in pain, and I can see it on herface, her brows pinching. She needs release, and I’m the only one who can give it to her.
“More,” she gasps and I fall on my knees in front of her gorgeous pussy. I can see the slick wetness of her cunt glistening in the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees, and all I can think about is tasting her.
But she pushes lightly against my head, getting my attention.
“I need you inside me.” She whimpers.
Quickly but gently, I pull down her jeans and underwear, before unzipping my pants. My cock springs free, hard and ready.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur, my tone low and soothing. “I’ll take care of you.”
And with that, I slide my fingers out of her and position myself at her entrance. She’s so tight, and I have to fight the urge to slam all the way into her. But I take it slow, easing into her inch by inch.
She gasps, her body tensing as I fill her up. It feels so fucking good, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from losing control. But I can’t let myself go yet. Not until I know she’s ready.
Then I gradually increase my pace. Kayla moans, her body arching against mine as I thrust into her. I can feel her tightening around me.
“More. Ryker, more. Oh god.”
Then I lift her, wrapping her legs around my waist as I pound into her. She feels even tighter than before, and I groan at the sensation.
We fuck hard and fast, our bodies slamming together as we chase our release. The bark scrapes against my jacket, but I don’t care. All that matters is the woman in my arms, and the pleasure coursing through my veins.
I grip Kayla’s hips, pulling her closer, balls deep inside her. She’s so hot, so tight, it’s like a fucking vise around my cock. Igroan, the sound echoing through the trees. Her nails dig into my jacket, her short nails scratching at the leather. I can feel her trembling beneath me, her muscles clenching around me.
“You like that, baby?” I growl in her ear, low and rough. “You like my cock inside you?”
She whimpers, her head thrown back, exposing the long line of her throat. I can’t help but lean in, nipping at her neck, tasting the salt on her skin. She smells like honey and vanilla, an intoxicating sweetness. It’s all I can do not to lose myself in her scent, in the feel of her around me.
But I can’t. I need to be in control. I need to make her come.
I start pounding into her harder, deeper, my hips slamming against hers. She cries out, her sounds driving me wild. I can feel my knot swelling, my body trying to claim her as mine. But I can’t. Not yet.
“Come for me, baby,” I say, my voice ragged. “Come all over my cock.”
She screams, her climax shuddering through her. I pump into her a few more times before I can’t hold back any longer. I come, my knot swelling inside her, locking us together. I groan, my body shaking with the force of it.
I smile, my fingers tracing circles on her ass, both of us locked together. “You were fucking perfect.”
She breathes out, catching her breath. “You’re pretty amazing yourself.”
