Page 14 of Tolerated By the Sigma (Mate Hunt 7)

I dug my vibrator out of my nightstand and dropped onto the bed on my back. My eyes closed, and my fingers slid between my thighs. I tried to stop my mind from wandering to the massive, tatted-up man that fate had declared mine, but failed, so I just ran with it.

My mind brought me back to the bed we’d been in together that morning.

A moan slid from my lips as I remembered the way his erection had throbbed against my hip.

Damn, he was huge.

I pictured those big, rough hands running up my chest, playing with my breasts.

I imagined him burying his hand between my legs—and then following it with his tongue.

I could practically see those sexy blue eyes watching me as he kissed my core, and shit, it was so damned hot.

My breath came out in rapid, heavy pants. I almost always needed my vibrator, but I might not this time.

The mental image of Ryder eating me out was too fucking good.

My fingers picked up the pace, and my body began to arch and throb.

Cries escaped me as I imagined him sliding up my body, his teeth scraping my nipples while the tip of him pressed against my opening. I cursed and bucked as the mental image unraveled me, hitting me hard with pleasure that rolled through me in fierce, hot waves.

The wolf in me was slightly relaxed; slightly.

But I was still horny.

I grabbed the vibrator, but before I could slide it in, there was a harsh knock at the door.

A groan escaped me, and I dropped my head to the bed. I never had visitors; what the hell was someone doing at my door right then, of all times?

Another, harsher knock followed the first one.

Swearing under my breath, I forced myself to my feet. I tugged a pair of loose lounge shorts up my thighs, not bothering with underwear, and then pulled a sports bra on too before stumbling toward the door. My legs were still shaky, and I was still really damn horny.

I ripped the door open after another loud, angry knock, and blinked out at the man on my doorstep.

My wolf relaxed immediately upon seeing him.

Ryder was in front of me, his hair disheveled and a bag of food in his hand. It didn’t look like takeout food; just a full grocery bag.

“We need to talk,” he growled at me.

“I have nothing to say,” I growled back.

When I started to close the door, he stepped forward and caught it with one of those big, sexy hands of his.

He inhaled sharply, and his eyes flickered to red for a minute. “Is there a man in here?” His words were practically a snarl, and I hated that it only turned me on further.

“Of course not.”

He dropped his bag on the floor and stepped past me anyway, stalking into my house as I slammed the door shut behind him.

He checked both of my spare bedrooms before finding my room—and stopping in the doorway.

I knew the damn vibrator was still sitting on the bed, even without stepping inside.

His shoulders tensed, and he turned to face me.

His eyes were fully red, then, and the wolf snarled at me, “It’s my job to pleasure you, female. Not yours.”

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