Page 16 of Tolerated By the Sigma (Mate Hunt 7)

His tongue dragged down my inner thigh, and I jerked a bit as his teeth bit me lightly just above my knee. His finger was still inside me, moving slowly and feeling around. When he found what I assumed was my g-spot, I jerked again.

He rubbed his face against my inner thigh a bit, and my eyes closed as I felt the dampness from his mouth and my own body against my leg.

“What are you doing to me?” The words were a slight moan as his finger continued to roam my channel.

“Learning.” The simple, growled word about did me in.

“Imagining how I’d feel around your—”

His hand clamped down on my mouth, muffling the final word as his eyes burned into me from between my legs. “I still can’t, Char. And hearing you talk like that will do it for me at this point.”

Shit, that was hot.

I dragged his hand from my mouth, just far enough that I could breathe, “Bet it’d help you with your wolf if you let me get you off.”

His eyes closed momentarily, his jaw clenching and his finger pausing inside me.

I dragged his hand back to my mouth, and wrapped my lips around his thumb.

He stolebothof his hands away and stepped back, leaving my body crying silently for the loss of his touch.

Ryder paced the room for a few minutes, much like I’d been doing earlier, and I watched with hooded eyes. My body was hot and I could go for another round, but I wasn’t desperate anymore—just a bit turned on.

My stomach growled, and his eyes turned red. His shoulders tensed, and he stormed toward the door.

I opened my mouth to ask why he was leaving—but then he grabbed the bag of food he’d brought, and stalked into the kitchen.

The pans clanged loudly as he got them out and set a few on the stove, and then grabbed a cutting board and knife too. He had to search the cupboards for everything he needed, but he didn’t seem to mind—it gave him an excuse to slam the doors a bit.

“I’m getting whiplash here,” I drawled to the man, from where I remained on the couch.

“You and me both. My wolf is riding me so damn hard right now.”

“I told you, I can help you with that.” I sat up, using my toes to grab the shorts he’d tugged off me.

“Don’t answer the door without underwear on again,” he growled at me, still moving around in the kitchen. “I’m too damn volatile right now.”

“Are youeverless volatile?” I checked.

“Not in the last few years.” The words were growled, but I wondered if there was some sadness behind them, deep down.

I tugged my shorts back up my legs. “You don’t feel any different now that your wolf claimed me?”

He shrugged, chopping vegetables rapidly with barely a glance at them. “Hard to really say. Things have been crazy since last night.”

He didn’t say anything else right away, so I padded into the kitchen and sat down on one of my bar stools, staring at him and waiting. He’d put a shirt on before coming over to my place, unfortunately.

Still, his arm muscles were drool-worthy as he chopped those damn vegetables, and I found myself staring. A lot.

“You didn’t look like this the last time I saw you.” I gestured toward him. “And it was probably only what, a handful of years ago? I met every unmated werewolf in town after I turned eighteen.”

Ryder nodded. “I remember. You were hot, but my wolf didn’t claim you.”

Sheesh, thanks for the reminder that I wasn’t good enough the first time around.

I didn’t respond, not sure I could without admitting that the past hurt.

“You’re not offended by that.” He didn’t ask—he stated. But he’d stopped chopping, so I had to force my eyes up to his.

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