Page 51 of Tolerated By the Sigma (Mate Hunt 7)

His eyes smoldered at me, but he said nothing and didn’t move to do anything either.

I pressed lightly against his chest, where my palm was still planted. “Your self-worth has to come from in here, though. You’re the one who has to decide that you’re a good catch, Ryder. Oscar. Whatever the hell you want to be called—I don’t care. And do you know why I don’t care?” I leaned toward him, as if I was going to whisper something to him, but then said nothing. I wanted him to ask me, to prod.

“Why don’t you care what I ask you to call me, Kelley?” His words were growled, and sexy as hell.

“Because regardless of what or who you think you are, you’ve been here for me. With me. Next to me. Throughout the entirety of this insane mating process that we’ve shared. Your wolf has gone rogue, and mine has too, but the one thing I’ve never wondered about is whether or not you’re going to leave me. You’re committed to this, just like I am. And yeah, I get pissed with you, and I’m somehow even worse at this mating shit than I ever realized anyone could possibly be, but you’ve fought like hell to make it easier for me. And that means a lot, okay? You’re a good man, a fucking great one, and you’re mine.”

His lips met mine the moment I finished speaking, his hands cupping my face as our tongues danced and fought and moved. Neither of us had our shit together at that point, but I didn’t care—because we were still together.

And one way or another, we were going to figure this shit out.

TWENTY

We kisseduntil we couldn’t keep our hands off each other anymore, and then we finally pulled away, our foreheads resting against one another as we both breathed rapidly.

“I’m cashing in on my handjob right now, and if you protest, I’m going to charge interest in the form of a blowjob too,” I murmured to him.

He barked out a laugh. “You’re absolutely fucking terrible at threats, Kelley.”

My lips curved upward in a wicked grin. “Keep insulting me and I’m going to change the interest to require actual sex as payment.”

A low, gravelly chuckle escaped him. “How the fuck do you still want me?”

I lifted my lips to Ryder’s ear, and whispered, “I dated a guy for a few weeks when I was in college, and his cock wasn’t even half as thick as yours. Now, take me to my bathroom so I can watch myself hand-fuck you.”

Ryder snarled, lifting me off the counter. “I don’t know whether to hunt that guy down or haul you to the bathroom.” Despite his words, he was already stalking toward the bathroom, carrying me in his arms.

He was already holding himself a bit differently, though; I knew how to fan a man’s pride. And with him, it was far from difficult, because what I’d said was absolutely true. I’d dated a guy, and we’d done some hand stuff a few times. After he guilt-tripped me into giving him a blowjob, I told him we were done, and left.

But he’d taught me how to get a guy off, so I didn’t hate him. The past was in the past, anyhow.

“You’ll have much more fun in the bathroom,” I promised, dragging my toes over the back of his thigh. He set me on my ass on the countertop, and I grabbed the hem of his boxer-briefs, snapping it against his abdomen. He gave me a playful growl, following my order when I told him to strip for me.

His eyes were locked on my face as he stepped toward me, completely naked.

I was probably drooling; hopefully he found drool sexy.

“You can’t look at me like that, Kelley,” he growled at me, stroking a hand up my inner thigh. “Not if you don’t want me to fuck you.”

“Idowant you to fuck me,” I shot back. “After I’ve had a turn with your cock.”

He growled at me. “Alright, woman. Have your way with me.” His hand slid further up my thigh, and I caught it.

“Uh-uh,” I tsked at him. “I’ll tell you where you can put your hands. Come closer, and stand right here.” I pointed to the spot right beside me.

“What are you planning?” He sounded more curious than growly, now. But his erection stood at full-mast, and was pretty much waving at me.

“Shush.” I slid the rest of the distance between us. I was going to have to take up a somewhat-awkward position, because I wanted to be wrapped around him, but also leave his front open so he could see everything I was doing to him. When I was done with him, I wanted him to feel sexy, and strong, and powerful. I’d read articles about how powerful it was to see yourself while you were having sex, so I hoped this would give that to him.

“Wrap your arm around my waist,” I told him, sliding up and draping my arm over his shoulder. He swore as my legs encircled him, just below his cock. My chest was resting against his bicep, and now he was holding me tightly around the waist, his fingers digging into my skin.

“You want me to watch you jerk me off?” He nearly snarled at me, though I could tell there was no anger behind the words.

“Hell yeah, I do.” I slid one of my arms into his hair, loving the feel of the strands in my fingers. I’d never been into long hair on a guy before, but hot freakin’ damn, he’d converted me. “I don’t want to use lube; I want you to lick my hand when it’s not slick enough, so that you taste yourself on my fingers,” I whispered into his ear, setting my chin on his shoulder.

His body tensed. “Tell me you didn’t do this with your college—”

“I’ve never done anything like this with anyone until right fucking now. So lick my palm, before I lick it myself, Ry,” I growled back at him.

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