Page 15 of Tolerated By the Sigma (Mate Hunt 7)

The red faded back to blue, and I swallowed hard as Ryder grabbed the door frame to balance himself.

Fuck me backward, I had never seen a wolf speak through a human like that.

…Except the moment he declared me his mate.

“You turned me down,” I shot back, all growl faded from my voice.

“It was a mistake, and a misunderstanding,” he said harshly. This time, I knew I was speaking to the man. “My wolf surges to the forefront every time I try to get off. I want you, but I don’t want to lose control of him. He could hurt you.”

Shit.

Well, that actually made a little sense.

Only a little, though. And I was still pissed.

“Your wolf wouldneverhurt me. I’m his mate.”

Ryder swore, and gripped the doorframe harder as his eyes shifted back to red again. “Good female,” the wolf growled at me. His voice soundedproud.

The red faded to blue. “I don’t like losing control of him.” Ryder gritted out. “He’s been trying to take over my body completely since—” he cut himself off, but he didn’t need to say the words.

Since Lisa.

“I’m not her.”

“Not even fucking close.”

The words hurt a bit, and I stepped back.

He stepped forward—two steps, and then three. “Lisa would’ve insulted me by now. She would’ve kicked my wolf for getting close, or called me an animal, or a monster. You are nothing like her, because you’re not a cold, cruel bitch.” He stopped when our chests were touching, and lowered his face down, his hand slipping under my chin to tilt mine up. “She was never mine; you are. She never wore my mark, or my scent; you already do.”

The words erased my stress, though there was still a bit of lingering insecurity about the way she looked verses the way I looked.

I wouldn’t dare bring that up in front of Ryder while his wolf had so much control, though.

“We still need to talk about the gnarly claim mark on my throat,” I growled at the man. Reaching up to my hair, I shoved a tangled strand out of my face. Ryder’s nostrils flared, and he caught my wrist. Lifting my hand to his nose, he inhaled deeply—and then wrapped his lips around my finger.

My jaw dropped open, my body throbbing as I watched him suck my pleasure off my fingers one by one.

When his eyes opened, they were still blue—so damn blue. “Your pleasure is mine, Charly. Don’t even fucking think about touching yourself again. The only person who gets to do that to you is me.”

“If you’re going to say shit like that, you’d better be prepared to mean it,” I tossed back.

Ryder’s eyes flickered to red for a moment, and then his hands were on my ass, carrying me to the couch. My back collided with the cushions, and my shorts were flying across the room before my legs even hit the ground.

His tongue was on my clit a moment later, his hands parting my thighs and spreading me wide for him. I cried out at the overwhelming feeling—from nothing, to everything, all at once.

“Fuck, Ryder,” I panted, rocking against his face as he devoured me. I was close to the edge—so close.

He slid a finger into me, and that was enough to shatter me.

I clenched around his finger, pleasure rolling from my head to my toes at the intensity of the climax. It was so much better than any I’d ever given myself—either with my hand, or my vibrator.

“Shit,” I panted, as he continued to slowly lick my pleasure from my thighs and sensitive, hot core. “Holy crap, Ry.”

Could I call him Ry?

I’d never called him that before, but one syllable was much easier than two, hence my own nickname.

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