Page 48 of Tolerated By the Sigma (Mate Hunt 7)

He continued touching me, tasting me, destroying me with those fingers, lips, and teeth. My body was an instrument in his hands, and I didn’t mind letting him play it for one damn second.

“I want to touch you too,” I groaned to him, as his fingers continued working me even as I came down from the high of yet another orgasm.

“No. I won’t let myself lose control like that,” he murmured to me, dragging his teeth over my nipple.

My forehead wrinkled, and I pushed his face away from my chest. “What?”

He lifted his lips, his gorgeous blue eyes burning into my greens. “I still don’t know how my wolf will react to an orgasm. It’s my responsibility to help you make it through the climax, but I’ll be dealing with the pain until it fades.”

Hisresponsibility?

What the hell?

I grabbed his wrist and ripped it away from my body, though my body immediately screamed at me for taking his touch away.

The climax was absolute torture.

“If you’re not going to let me touch you, you don’t get to touch me.” I slid off the bike, and Ryder caught me when my jelly legs nearly gave out as soon as my feet were on the ground.

I pushed his hand off my arm, wobbling a bit as I made my way into my house. He shut the bike off and followed me, catching the door before it could close behind me and then catching me when I once again nearly fell on my face.

“Let’s talk about this, Mouse.” He used his rescue-grip on my waist to turn me around, and my back hit the wall a moment later. There was no hiding the erection straining against the front of his sweats, and the tip of it was poking into my lower belly because he was so close to me.

“Don’t even think about calling me that while you refuse to let me touch you. I can take care of my own damned climax needs,Wolf,” I shot back.

The blue of his eyes darkened, and he stepped closer. His erection dug into me, and somehow, it only turned me on more. His low growl made my lower belly clench as he said, “Your pleasure belongs to me, Charly. The moment you touch yourself, you give me permission to do the same. Turn yourself on, and you can be fucking sure that I’ll be the one drinking in the cries of your climax.”

Shit.

This guy was a damned monster—and I fucking loved it.

What the hell was wrong with me?

“Let me go or I’ll knee you in the balls,” I shot back, not having anything else in my arsenal to combat the hot mess of his words and possessiveness.

His eyes burned into me a moment longer, and he caught my knee when I rammed it upward. His fingers stroked the sensitive skin beneath it, and I swore, losing my balance with the hot touches.

“Like it or not, you’re mine now, Kelley. In every single way there is.” He finally stepped back, just enough to sink to his knees, still holding my leg. His lips landed on the cap of the knee he was holding.

I pushed him away, and strode toward the bathroom.

“Touch yourself while you wash and you’ll find me in your bathroom, making you come on my lips in a heartbeat,” he warned me, as I started shutting the door.

“Fuck off,” I practically snarled back.

His rough, sexy chuckle melded with the sound of the door slamming.

NINETEEN

Frustration floodedme in every way there was as the hot water sputtered out of the shower. My shower had something wrong with it—the water pressure would be strong, and then weak, over and over again—and had struggled like that for years. Violet had tried to convince me to let her fix it a dozen times, but I didn’t want to ask her to work any more than she already did, so I’d shot her down every time she tried.

Plus, it was kind of a pride thing. I’d helped her with shit like that over and over again as a kid, so theoretically, I should be able to fix my shower myself. I’d tried to do so more than a dozen times, but all it did was piss me off. So, I’d given up.

My bathroom was in my room, so Ryder wouldn’t be using it or realizing that it had issues, luckily. I didn’t need his help, either. We might’ve been committed to each other, but he was in the fucking dog house with me.

And technically, he still owed me a handjob. Or I still owed him one. Either way, he was going back on his word by refusing to let me touch him.

I scrubbed my hair angrily, ignoring the needy throbbing in my body.

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