Page 73 of Pack Owned
Iwake with a start. The room is pitch black, and for a second, panic rises in my chest. Then I feel Ryker’s arms still around me, his chest rising and falling with each breath. I’m safe.
Snugging closer to him, I press my face into the curve of his neck. His scent has intensified in my sleep, marking him as mine. A low, possessive growl rumbles in my chest at the thought.
Ryker stirs, tightening his hold on me. “Everything okay?” His voice is rough with sleep, sending a delicious shiver down my spine.
“Mmm,” I hum, nosing along his jaw. “You smell so good.”
He chuckles, the sound reverberating through me. “Is that so?”
I kiss the spot below his ear, tasting salt and spice on my tongue. “Delicious.”
Ryker rolls so I’m pinned beneath him, our bodies aligning in all the right places. I gasp at the feel of him, hard and ready against my belly.
“Is this what you want, little Omega?” he asks, rocking his hips to create delicious friction.
Arousal pools low in my abdomen, and I arch up into him with a needy whimper. “Yes, Alpha. I’m yours. Fuck me.”
Ryker growls low in approval, desire flickering in his eyes. He claims my mouth in a searing kiss as my heat rises once more, ready to be sated by this powerful Alpha who was made to be mine. Then he pulls me on top of him, and I gasp.
“You’re in control, Kayla. Now that we took the edge off your heat earlier, you’ll be able to stop this if you want.”
The way he’s letting me call the shots, that’s kind of hot, actually. And the thought of pulling away now feels like a betrayal, not just of him, but of my own desires.
I want this, and hell, my body is practically vibrating with him underneath me. No way can I back down, nor do I want to. A slow smile spreads across my face. Leaning down, I nuzzle his neck, my voice a throaty purr.
“Alpha, I want you to make me come.”
His fingers are on my nipples, and I groan, rocking my hips back and forth, sliding my sex along this hard, long cock. Suddenly, I tense, panic rising in my chest like my brain has suddenly been triggered by the sensation. Am I ready for this, or am I fooling myself? The thought of denying Ryker when he’s so close makes my Omega whine in protest.
Ryker senses my hesitation and stills.
“Do you want to stop?” His voice is tight, strained. I adore that he’s asking and waiting for my answer.
I take a deep breath, steadying myself. Ryker has been nothing but patient with me so far. I know he won’t push me into anything I don’t want.
“Yeah,” I say, moving my hips back and forth, and the growl in the back of his throat makes me even wetter.
I shift slightly, trying to ease the tightness between my legs, but Ryker stops me with a gentle hand on my hip.
“We’ll go at a pace that feels right for you.”
I take a deep breath, separation anxiety creeping into my chest, but I try to push it away. Ryker’s right; there’s no rush. Wehave all the time in the world to explore each other, and I want to savor every moment.
“Okay,” I murmur, heart thudding in my chest. Part of me wants to say something sexy—like in those erotica romance novels I snuck into my room when I was a teenager—but I can’t think of anything clever while I’m slick as I drag my sex over his.
After a few minutes, the deep ache in my core hollows out, and I need more. I want him inside me, even though my hand shakes as I move to adjust him to line up with my entrance.
As though in reward, his mouth latches onto my breast, lightly sucking, and I mewl. Delicious tingles spread through me, and my toes curl. Sure, I’d kissed a few guys, and some had fondled my breasts before Stepdouche showed up, but this was on a whole other level. As if he was awakening a sex fiend inside me.
With the tip of his cock pushing through my lips, I slowly lower myself, my breath hitching at a sudden sharp pain that rings through me.
“Go slow,” he murmurs, burning his attention to my other breast. His fingers rub back and forth over my clit, making my body shudder.
After I don’t know how long, the pain eases enough for me to lower my body another inch. He keeps kissing, touching, and licking me until finally he’s all the way inside, or at least it feels like he is. The stretch burns, and I gasp, tears burning the backs of my eyes.
“It’s okay, sweetheart.” He pulls me down for a tender kiss. “Just try to relax. The pain will subside, I promise.”
I gasp out a cry, trying to shove off him, but my body somehow wants more.
