Page 47 of Tolerated By the Sigma (Mate Hunt 7)

Now that we were pressed together, his erection was digging into my core hard enough that I was fighting the urge to rock against it. Public orgasms were definitely not cool—and it would probably make Ryder’s wolf take over and pee on me or kill everyone else around us or something.

And considering I was still being haunted by the one death I’d played a part in, that definitely wasn’t an option.

So I kept my jaw clenched, and forced myself not to react against the pressure of Ryder’s body against mine.

Vi and the alpha growled at each other a bit as we made our way out. Someone gave Ryder a key to his bike, and said something about the clothes we were wearing, and then Ryder sat down. A machine roared to life beneath me, and the vibrations had me gasping as sharp, hot pleasure cut through me.

Ryder’s hand was indeed wrapped in my hair, and he used the grip on it to pull my mouth to his shoulder. His low growl of, “Bite me if you need to, Kelley,” had my teeth cutting into his shirt, digging into his skin. I didn’t smell or taste blood, but he’d sure as hell have the impression of my teeth in his shoulder for the next few minutes.

I was panting when he used his grip on my hair to tilt my head back, so our eyes collided. I’d expected to see his wolf looking out at me, but my heart squeezed when I saw those gorgeous blues.

“I need you to fuck me,” I whispered to him, my body so hot and desperate it literally hurt.

“We’re ten minutes from your place. Twenty, if I take the back roads, so we can pull over when you need me to.

“Becauseyoudon’t need to?” I growled back, the pain I felt fading as anger flared.

“This is about you, Kelley.” He crushed my lips to his, and we both got lost in the kiss for a minute. My hands wandered down his chest, sliding under his shirt and slipping down to the waistband of his pants.

He wrenched his lips away from mine and muttered a curse, plucking me off the seat and spinning me around. A helmet was tugged over my head, and then we peeled away from the police station.

“You’re not wearing a helmet!” I yelled to him.

“I’m a werewolf.” His arms were on either side of me, holding me in and against his chest as he flew down the road.

“So am I,” I shot back.

He dragged his tongue over my shoulder—my shirt had slid down it a bit—and scraped it with his teeth when I groaned.

“We’re close,” he growled at me, as he slowed toward a stop sign.

“Why the hell did you buy a motorcycle?” I growled back.

He sped up again, and the rumble of the bike against my core had me crying out as another orgasm tore through me.

Ryder released one of the handlebars, somehow keeping us both upright and moving steadily as he wrapped his hand around my crotch, holding me tightly. The pressure of his touch only made the orgasm longer and hotter, and I was damn glad for the helmet hiding my sex face from the open road.

The damnedmate climax.

Who had created this? Why?

It was more like torture than pleasure, and I wasn’t on board. At least, not by choice. Now that the hormones were insane, I had no choice.

“That’s why I bought a bike, Mouse. The sexy rumble of the engine, the seductive pull of the road… it was all I had, before you. Now, I just want to fuck you on it while it vibrates against you.”

Shit.

Holy fucking shit.

He already had me panting again, the rumbling motor doing insane things to me, in insane ways.

His hand remained wrapped around my core as he wove through the town, and when we finally got back to my place, he pulled the bike right up to the garage and typed in the code—which I didn’t even know he knew—then pulled inside, parking right in front of the button to close the damn thing.

His hand remained wrapped around me as he reached over and hit the button to shut the garage. As it shut, darkness descended.

Ryder didn’t waste any time; he tugged my helmet over my head and tossed it to the ground, then ripped my shirt off after it. His lips found my nipples as his hand dipped into my pants, and slid right onto the swollen, wet skin at my center.

I cried out at his touch, burying my hands into his hair as he worked me back to orgasm. It didn’t take long at all; the fucking climax was to thank for that.

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