Page 70 of Pack Owned
KAYLA
Ryker’s touch lingers on my skin, his words echoing in my mind. His promise of helping this ache inside me is tempting. My past experiences have taught me always to have an exit strategy, yet I want to trust him, all of them.
Here goes everything.
“And if I say stop or no?” Even though my heart screams at me that I’m safe with him, with all of them, I have to ask. My libido doesn’t really care about his answer because I need relief so bad that tears are burning the backs of my eyes. It’s taking everything in me not to jump on him and rub my body with his, yet my mind needs the sanity to understand how safe I am.
“You’re in control, Kayla.” There’s a raw vulnerability in his gaze that steals my breath. “Always,” he growls, the word a possessive rumble that vibrates deep in my chest. “One word, one look, and it stops. No damn questions.”
My core clenches with need as another wave of heat washes over me.
Shit. How am I going to survive this? I feel like I’m burning up inside.
Ryker’s gaze feels like a physical touch as it travels down my body. I swallow hard, wanting to give in to the desire that’s consuming me. There’s an ache inside me that needs to be filled, and Ryker’s the only one here, right now, who can satisfy it.
“Please.” My voice grows ragged.
Ryker reaches out, cupping my cheek. I nuzzle into his touch, craving more. As though reading my thoughts, he pulls me to him, his lips crashing onto mine, and I moan as lust pumps through my veins.
I forget about my towel and grab his shirt, keeping him pressed to me.
Ryker groans, pulling me flush against him. His tongue slips into my mouth, tangling with mine in a kiss that leaves me breathless.
I fist my hands in his shirt, afraid if I let go, he’ll disappear. Ryker’s hands slide down to grip my ass, grinding his hard length against me. I moan, desire pooling between my legs.
My breath hitches, fear a cold fist squeezing my heart, but a tiny voice whispers that maybe, just maybe, this time could be different. I feel safe, like I can do this—safe to let go, to surrender to the primal need coursing through me. I can do this. And ohhhh, I want to, the yearning nearly buckles my knees.
Breaking the kiss, Ryker rests his forehead against mine.
“Are you sure about this?”
I nod. Ryker’s what I need to sate the fire inside me.
“Tell me what you want, Kayla.” His voice is rough with longing. His eyes, dark and intense, lock onto mine. The raw desire I see there makes my breath catch. He cups my face gently, his thumb tracing my lower lip. The tenderness of the gesture contrasts beautifully with the passionate heat in his gaze. A muscle in his jaw tightens, as if he’s barely holding himself in check. “Anything you want, it’s yours.”
My heart swelling at his words, I trail my fingers down his chest, relishing his sharp intake of breath.
I don’t feel the least bit guilty about wanting to take everything he has to give.
Sliding my hands under Ryker’s shirt, I explore the hard planes of his chest.
“You. I want you.”
He captures my mouth again, devouring me in a kiss that steals my breath. I cling to him as he lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist.
Ryker carries me to the bed, laying me down on the soft sheets. His eyes blaze with hunger as he strips off his shirt and jeans. I stare at him openly, taking in the tattoos etched on his skin and the scars that speak of a violent past. There’s a wolf on his left shoulder with teeth showing, barbed wires on both arms, and black flames spread across his other shoulder and half his torso. Over his chest, jagged, pale scars crisscross across his chest and abs. I want to ask him about all of them, but I can’t think with needing relief.
When Ryker crawls over me, I arch into him with a whimper. “Please.” The ache between my legs has grown unbearable. I need him inside me. Now. Ryker braces himself on one arm, using his other calloused hand to skim up my inner thigh, making me shudder.
He pauses, as if he’s waiting for permission, and I wiggle from nerves and uncertainty.
“Are you okay?”
I swallow hard, heat blooming in my cheeks. As much as my body craves Ryker, I’m still nervous about actually having sex. I’m a virgin, for fuck’s sake.
“Relax, Kayla. I’m going to take care of you. Make this so good for you, baby.”
Heat floods my cheeks, and my breath catches in my throat, but I nod. My heart is pounding in my chest. I crave him, but I’m afraid of what will happen. Then, as I inhale his scent and feel his hands on my face, a dizzying heat pools in my belly, and I part my lips a fraction with a gasp.
