CHAPTER 16

 

Ryan locked the door behind them and turned around to find Cora gazing around the log cabin in wide-eyed wonder.

“This is your place?” she asked.

“Yeah. I come here when I need time to think and when I just need some time alone. Being around over a hundred wolves can get a little much from time to time.”

“Yeah, I can imagine.”

He watched her scan the living room, taking everything in. She nodded her understanding as she stared at the living room around her. Oversized couches and armchairs, warm rugs, and a wood-burning fireplace. It all emanated a soothing warmth. Just the way he’d intended it when he’d furnished it.

“Come,” he said, taking her hand in his.

He led her upstairs and down the hallway to the last room on the right. He pushed open the door and gestured for her to go on in. A huge, king-sized sleigh bed rested in the corner. As she stared at it, he smelled her fear.

He wrapped her up in his arms. “Relax.”

She shuddered. “I…”

He breathed in her ear, “I’m not him. I know you want us to bond, but if you need me to stop, I will. At any point, okay?”

He felt her body relax at his words. “Okay,” she murmured, releasing a sigh of relief.

Damn, Luca had really done a number on her. He hoped he could put that out of her mind, at least for the most part, by showing her how things could really be when a man did it right, without the duress and intimidation he was sure Luca had used.

He reached out and ran his hands up and down the arms of her leather jacket, easing her into it, letting her get a feel for his touch. She tensed up initially, but, after a few moments, she calmed, loosening up.

He gently eased her jacket off her shoulders and tossed it aside. She gasped as he brushed her hair aside and kissed her neck, her shoulders.

“Yes,” she murmured. “More.”

He eased her around to face him and then he stepped back, his gaze never leaving hers, as he shed his own leather jacket. He pulled his t-shirt over his head, standing before her naked from the waist up.

He watched, spellbound, as Cora took his cue and gripped the hem of her tank top. She peeled it off her body and dropped it on the floor. He swallowed hard as she took off her bra and treated him to the sight of her perfect, perky tits.

The smoldering look in her eyes told him it was time to kick it up a notch. She was ready.

“They’re just begging to be tasted, darlin’.”

She yelped as he suddenly lunged at her and drove her onto the bed. Before she could catch her breath, his mouth was on her, suckling her left tit. Kissing, licking, nibbling her sensitive flesh, he drove her to a frenzy. He bit down lightly on her nipple, causing her to yelp in surprise. He tended to her right tit and by then she was panting frantically, her nails digging into his biceps wildly.

He pulled back and reached for the belt of his jeans. As soon as he did, Cora’s lips met his chest. He moaned in pleasure as her tongue lapped at his nipples, while her hands explored his abs. Her touch was so soft, so soothing. It possessed his body and his mind.

“Fucking hell, Cora,” he rasped.

He had no idea how he managed it, but he shed his jeans in spite of her sensual assault. Thankfully, he was going commando, so he didn’t have to worry about boxers as well. She gasped when she felt his rock-hard cock against her. She drew back and stared, open-mouthed, as she took in his impressive length.

Her eyes met his and he saw her worry.

“I’m gonna hold back the wolf this first time.”

“How?”

“Just… let me worry about that. Lay back, darlin’.”

She complied right away, resting her head on the abundance of pillows at the head of the bed.

It was then that he realized the significance of her submission. She was placing her trust in him, giving over complete control.

He crawled up the bed and then tugged at her leather pants, pulling them off. A pair of black, lace panties stared back at him. Mmm… lace. It was almost too bad that they needed to go as well. With one tug of wolf strength he ripped them from her body. He brushed the scraps of material off the bed.

“That’s better.”

He lowered himself to her sexy, bare pussy and blew on her moist lips. She trembled. He licked the length of her in a tantalizing slow motion that had her screaming. He traced circles around her clit with his tongue and her fingers clawed at the sheets. She was panting. She couldn’t keep still.

Her body was his.

“I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come, Ryan!”

Fucking right. He thrust a finger inside her. She screamed in ecstasy, coming hard, and crying out his name.

“Now you’re ready for me,” he said, pulling back and licking his lips at her.

He crawled up her body, straddling her hips. His mouth crashed down on hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He could feel her need for him. Her desperation. She arched her back and moaned into his mouth.

He had her yelping in the next moment, when he brushed the head of his cock against her pussy. She was so fucking wet, dripping onto his cock. He sucked in a breath to get control, then eased inside her slowly. She tensed immediately at the unfamiliar intrusion.

“Breathe deeply, my love. It’ll help your muscles to relax.” He dropped his hand down between them and strummed her clit.

He felt her grip loosen, her body relax again, and he slid deeper and deeper.

“Good girl. That’s right. Relax. Let me in.”

Ryan fought to push down the wolf that was fighting to break free. He stilled within her for a moment to allow her to get used to him. She was so damn tight. He couldn’t believe it. Then again, it was his first time with a virgin. He was fighting against every instinct he had to hold back with her, to be gentle. The idea of restraining himself in any way, especially during sex, was against his very nature. But she managed to transcend even that. She made him want to be gentle, to take care of her, to worry about her pleasure first and his second.

Abruptly, she grasped the sides of his face. He looked down at her to see that her eyes were on fire for him, the silver glow of them brighter than he had ever seen it.

“Do it,” she choked out. “Please. Fuck me, Ryan.”

She didn’t need to tell him twice. He eased almost all the way out of her and then he thrust back in hard, burying himself in her to the hilt. Her shrill cry rang in his ears. But, she just nodded at him to continue.

When he hesitated, she told him, “I need you. Do it. Fuck me.”

Her pleading words, hearing her beg him like that, had him snapping.

He pounded into her, relishing the sound of her moans from his every thrust.

The wolf was getting closer to breaching the surface. He was on the edge of losing control.

“It’s okay. You won’t hurt me,” she said, as if she’d just read his thoughts.

“No,” he grunted. “I can’t.”

She dug her nails into his back and raked them down his flesh. It called to the beast within, willed him to unleash it. “Cora,” he warned.

But, she didn’t listen, telling him instead, “I want the wolf, Ry.”

Fuck it.

He let go.

His thrusts became brutal, relentless.

He raked his nails down the length of her body, from her shoulders, down to her breasts, her stomach.

Rolling over, he took her with him, then hoisted her up, lifting her onto his cock.

“Ride me.”

He guided her hips to show her how, before letting go.

She started to ride him hard, drawing the energy of his wolf to her and letting go of her inhibitions. She became wild, feral, just like him. She was scratching, nipping and licking him everywhere, smothering his body. Her nails dug into his back, forcing a grunt from him.

He nuzzled her neck.

He licked the sensitive flesh between her neck and her shoulder.

And then he bit down.

Hard.

She threw her head back, the sensation sending her over the edge. She screamed in ecstasy as she came around him.

The feel of her pussy gripping his cock was almost too much to take. He pulled back and swiped his claws over his chest, drawing blood. He reached for the back of her head to guide her, but she beat him to it. Her tongue tasted him, suckling his blood gently. And that was when he let go, growling as he released himself into her.

She kissed away the blood that trickled down his chest and then looked up at him, smiling.

He pulled her to him, and they collapsed onto the bed.

“I would say let’s go again, but I think you might be too sore for that right now,” he said, looking up at her with a grin.

“You could go again right now?” she asked, surprised.

“One of the many perks of being wolf, darlin’.”

She shook her head. “Sorry. I can’t.”

“You never need to apologize for that. You can take hell of a lot. You were amazing.”

She smiled shyly back at him and wiped away the blood on her lips. His blood.

“You want something to drink to wash away the taste?” he asked.

“No. I’m okay. Are you?”

“I’m no vamp, but I’ve tasted supernatural blood before. Battles and all that, you know?”

“Right, when you go into battle you literally rip through flesh. Gory,” she said with a laugh.

“You tasted so sweet, Cora. And the power? You pack a hell of a punch.”

“So, do you. I can feel it in me.” She cast her eyes downward, all shy again, as she said, “That’s not all I can feel.”

“Yeah. You are well and truly marked now.” He held her tight and whispered into her hair, “We’re now officially bonded.”

“No one can break it,” she murmured peacefully against his chest.

“No one,” he confirmed, stroking her hair.