Page 58 of Tolerated By the Sigma (Mate Hunt 7)

“I didn’t realize you were such an ass guy,” I slid my hands around to the back of him so I could palm his tight cheeks too.

“Neither did I, but fuck, I love this.” He squeezed my ass hard enough that it nearly hurt—but only nearly. And I loved the way his lips and tongue dragged over my neck and ear while he played with my ass; it made me feel really damned sexy.

He grabbed my butt again and lifted me by the damn thing so he could haul me back to my room.

“To bed we go?” I panted a bit.

“Nope.” He walked through the bedroom and into the bathroom, setting me down on my feet so my back was to his chest and we were both facing the mirror. “I want you to watch me bring you pleasure.”

Hot damn.

I hadn’t had an ulterior motive when I made him watch me jerk him off, but apparently it had worked in my favor anyway.

Gotta love karma, right?

“Mmkay,” I managed, as he tugged his sweatshirt over my head, then undid the buckle on my bra and maneuvered it off of me. “You’re sure you don’t want to talk about—”

“If you don’t want me to kill anyone, we’ll need to talk about that when the room’s flooded with our scents and your body’s dripping with both of our releases.” Ryder’s hands slid down the curve of my bare body.

Daaamn, those words were hot.

He let go of me long enough to pull his shirt off, followed by his jeans. His erection met my ass as he slid his hands back down my body. I tensed, waiting for him to dip his hand between my thighs.

Instead, his hands moved back up my body, and cupped my breasts. He teased my nipples, using his face to tilt my head to the side and give him access to my throat.

“You’re the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, Kelley.” His teeth grazed my ear, and I shuddered against him as he tweaked one of my nipples, making me shudder again. “The way you looked sprawled across the kitchen’s island, like a feast created just for me…” He dragged his teeth down my earlobe, then sucked lightly on a bit of sensitive skin below my ear. “Do you have any idea how many different ways I’ve pictured myself fucking you since we met?”

I shuddered again. “No. Tell me.”

“I wanted to take you in that gas station’s bathroom, before our eyes even collided,” he growled. “With your tits against the door of the stall, and your ass against my balls.”

Fuuuuck.

My breathing picked up, and he began to work my nipples harder and faster.

“If the damn wolf hadn’t been in control, I’d have fucked you all over that bastard’s car, marking it as mine, as ours. Showing him what he’d missed by being such a bastard.” His lips latched onto my throat, and he sucked hard—so hard he had me rocking my hips, making sounds I’d never made before. I wanted his hand on my core so damned badly, but he wouldn’t let go of my breasts, and I wanted him to keep talking, to keep having his way with me.

“What else?” I demanded breathily.

“In Dax’s house—fuck, I wanted you there. Naked in my arms, legs spread wide, your body taking every inch of me while you moaned, and cried my name, and screamed your pleasure.” His hand finally dragged down my front and then slid between my thighs. A relieved moan escaped me, but he only held his hand there, his eyes locked with mine in the mirror. “And then here, in your bed, I wanted to tease you with that fucking vibrator. To bring you so, so close, and withhold it from you until you sunk yourself on my cock and took that pleasure for yourself.”

His teeth slowly dragged over my shoulder, our eyes still connected. “Since then, I’ve wanted to take you against every fucking wall in this place,” he said, his voice lower and more growly. His fingers finally started circling my clit, working me the way I wanted. My breathing picked up even faster, my need growing hotter and fiercer. “In every position we can fucking imagine. On every inch of every countertop, sprawled out bare on every stretch of the fucking floor, covering every tiny piece of this house in the evidence of how much I love this body of yours—of how much you and everything you are and possess belongs to me.”

I cried out as the orgasm tore through me, my hand gripping the counter as my body spasmed, giving him what he’d wanted from me—and what I’d wanted from him.

Coming down from the high, I panted, “Put your fucking cock inside menow, Ry.”

He didn’t hesitate to give me what I wanted, hauling me upward just high enough to sink me down on his erection. I cried out as he filled me, and he snarled as he pumped into me, not bothering with slow or soft or steady.

That wasn’t us.

We were fast, and hot, and needy, and—

He ripped a scream from my throat as he pulled my body tighter to his, tilting me and taking me from an angle that made the whole world feel like it was on fire.

And the pleasure… it was like nothing I had ever imagined before.

When we came down from the high, both of us breathing hard, Ryder’s hands were on my ass again, stroking and squeezing and feeling. “Tell me about him while I’m inside you,” he growled at me. “I want you to remember who you belong to.”

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