Page 59 of Tolerated By the Sigma (Mate Hunt 7)

A breathless laugh escaped me. “Your possessiveness shouldn’t turn me on the way it does, Ry.”

“Your body knows it’s mine too.” He squeezed my ass, hard. “Talk, Kelley.”

It was hard to talk with him remaining inside me, somehow still hard and somehow still throbbing every couple of seconds, but I forced myself to. “I was closer to Austin than any of the other guys in either of my packs. We were inseparable, for years and years. We avoided talking about what our future would look like after we were mated, but we and everyone else still thought we’d end up together.”

A sigh escaped me, and Ryder throbbed harder within me, only making my body hotter. “Then his wolf didn’t choose me, and no one else’s in town did either, and I lost everything and everyone all at once. Not Vi and Sam, of course, but my friends—my packs. I went from being one of you guys, to being just some human girl living in a werewolf town. It hurt a lot. Getting away for college grounded me though, and gave me time to grieve and recover. I don’t regret anything that happened, and I don’t wish things had been different. I love my life. And I’m really, really glad that I’m here with you right now. I wouldn’t trade this for anything.”

“Did he ever kiss you?” Ryder’s hands tightened on my ass. “Touch you?”

“We held hands a few times, but that was it. No cuddling or kissing. We didn’t want to mock fate.”

“Good.” Ryder’s hands tightened on my ass. “Now tell me about this bastard you gave a handjob too.”

I snorted. “So you can hunt him down? That’s not happening. And you don’t need to worry; I didn’t let him touch me. I didn’t feel ready, and told him no.”

“That’ll keep him alive, then.” Ryder’s hands pulled my legs further apart, using my ass to change the angle of our connection and earning a deep, deep groan for it.

“Let’s do your plan—let’s fuck in every inch of this place,” I told him.

“Is that a suggestion, or a command?” His hand slapped my ass lightly, and I rocked against him enough to make him growl and grip me hard.

“A command.”

“Good.” Ryder hauled me over to a wall we hadn’t had sex against, and pinned me against it boobs-first. “The next time you come, I want you to scream my name,” he growled into my ear.

“You’d better make it a good one, then,” I shot back.

He pinned one of my hands above my head, then caught the other and lifted that one too. “Count on it.” His teeth grazed my neck as his hips rocked against my ass, and before I knew it, I was screaming his name.

And damn, did I love it.

TWENTY-FOUR

The next twoweeks passed in a blur of hot, wet sex, and food deliveries as well as short hang-outs with the members of our pack, and my sister and her pack. Apparently the main alpha had contacted everyone to make sure we’d be fed through the entirety of our climax.

I had no idea why the damned thing lasted so long for us, but Ryder was blaming it on the fact that he was so much older than most werewolves when they met their mate, and had already been rejected once.

I blamed it on the fact that we were both really, really horny, and closer to our wolfy counterparts than we probably should’ve been.

But as the climax went on, the crazed need grew more relaxed, and by the last day the gaps between sex sessions were really nice, and relaxing.

We were on the floor of the spare room together after the end of one, and I felt something within me settle. “I think that might be the end of it,” I whispered to Ryder.

“I agree.” His hand moved slowly over my bare back, stroking my skin. “I still want to fuck you again, though.”

A laugh escaped me. “You’d better. I’m not going to be one of those chicks who’s happy having sex once a week.”

“Once a week? I’d have constant blue balls.” The rumble of Ryder’s chest was enough to make me smile, and my eyes closed as I settled on that warm, bare skin of his.

We were both quiet for a few minutes. It was late afternoon, and we’d already taken a nap, so neither of us was sleepy—just really, really relaxed.

“You know we’re going to have to return to reality now, right?” I murmured to him.

“Eh.” He made a noncommittal noise that had my lips curving upward.

“For real, Ry. We both have jobs. Our packs are getting all clingy. And we still never heard whether or not we’re going to be prosecuted for what happened with Lisa.”

“The main alpha will take care of it. He wouldn’t have sent his son’s pack over here if he wasn’t going to.” Ryder’s hand continued moving over my back. “I promised to take you on a date, Kelley. What do you say we make a little trip out to the forest?”

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