Page 52 of Tolerated By the Sigma (Mate Hunt 7)

His entire body tensed, but he caught my wrist with his free hand and lifted it to his mouth. Our eyes locked in the mirror as he slowly dragged his entire tongue over my palm—and then his gaze followed my hand as I slid it down to his cock, and wrapped my fingers around the thick hardness of him.

A tortured snarl escaped him, and he stopped my hand on his dick. “It’s been too long, Kelley. I won’t last.”

“Then I guess I’ll be giving you two or three handjobs for the price of one.” I winked at him.

He gave me a low, fierce growl, his eyes hooded and dark in that damn mirror. “Fuck me, baby.”

“I will.” His fingers dug harder into the skin on my waist as I began to slowly stroke him up and down. I only stroked him three more times before he lost control, gripping me hard and snarling fiercely as his body jerked and rocked. I nearly orgasmed with him, his hip against my core while he lost it all over the countertop.

“Fuck,” he groaned, tilting the side of his head against the top of mine. “You’re going to end me, Charly.”

“Mmhm,” I mumbled an agreement, breathing a bit hard myself. “You’re not done, though.”

I released his still-hard erection and lifted my hand back to his mouth, knowing what he’d taste there. “More, Ry.”

Our eyes locked in the mirror again. “You’re lucky you’re so fucking sexy, Mouse,” he rumbled at me, dragging his tongue over my rough skin.

His entire body quivered.

“You’re lucky I’m not going to punish you for holding back even now,” I countered, catching his erection in my hand again.

“Who says I’m holding back?” He thrust a bit with my hand, not even hesitating.

“Oh please. If you weren’t holding back, you would’ve already pinned me to that wall and fucked me like the animals we both are,” I tossed back.

A curse escaped him as I squeezed his cock a bit too tightly, and he thrust a bit harder. “What the hell are you doing to me?” His growl was somewhere between feral and desperate as I pumped my fist over him, circling his head and changing things up every couple of strokes.

“Showing you how sexy you really are, Ryder.”

“Ry,” he snarled back, his cock turning practically to stone and throbbing in my palm as he came again for me. “You call me Ry, Kelley,” he snarled again, heaving and panting as his free hand found the countertop. He’d leaned over it.

“What are you going to do if I don’t?” I taunted him, releasing his erection long enough to wipe his pleasure off on my bare thigh.

His eyes burned into me through the mirror. “Rip those fucking sexy lounge clothes off your body and ink my name on your collarbone.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Because the neck scar isn’t enough?”

“That’s the wolf’s. The tattoo will be mine.”

Why was that such a damned turn-on?

“You really want me to get a tattoo?” I asked, a bit incredulous as I lifted my palm back to Ryder’s mouth.

“Yes.” His eyes remained locked with mine as he dragged his tongue over my palm once again, his body rumbling and shuddering.

He was close to losing control for real—I could feel it. And damn, I wanted that.

“Fine, I’ll let you design a tattoo for me—not one with your name on it, but something tasteful,” I said, gripping his erection in my fist for the third time. “Ifyou wear a wedding ring, to mark yourself as mine inmyfashion.”

The burn in his eyes only grew even more intense.

“Deal.” He thrust harder, his eyes closing as he warred with himself.

There it was—the precipice I had been waiting for him to go over.

His breathing grew more ragged by the moment, his body hotter and harder. “Fuck, I want to be inside you, Kelley,” he snarled at me.

“You don’t have to ask permission,” I breathed back.

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