CHAPTER FOUR
RYAN
Absolute perfection…that’s what she was to me. I had only ever prayed that one day I would find my true mate and here she was nestled deep into my arms, every whimper, and soft breath that passed her lips proved it to me. I tried to push the anxiety over lying to her down but it just kept rushing back to the surface. I wasn’t really lying to her when I told her she was my mate and that she belonged to me. I however, wasn’t exactly truthful in telling her she was breaking and entering before I discovered who she was. Fuck, I hated lying to her and hated even more that her memories could return at any second to ruin the fragile bond we had just created.
You must tell her the truth. My wolf growled.
I rolled my eyes at his comment and tried my best to calm my erratic heartbeat. Of course, I would tell her, as soon as everything settled down and I sealed the mating bond between us.
Now that Olivia and I were mated… well, not officially yet, but now that we had found each other, she’d slowly be able to sense my emotions and the last thing I needed was to scare her away. I’d felt certain she would shy away from me when I touched her but she proved me wrong. She was an enigma… this woman. I didn’t care about her past, in a sense that whatever happened in the past would stay there.
I would have her, all of her, baggage, emotional or physical. If anyone ever tried to hurt her, I would destroy them. I would rip their heart straight from their chest and force them to eat it. The thought pleased my wolf and I couldn’t lie and say it didn’t please me as well. I didn’t need to know how Olivia had stumbled upon my cabin. I liked to think it was fate and I would continue to go with that.
Olivia shifted in my arms a moment later; her big brown eyes were gazing up at me. She was gorgeous in every sense, and I knew she’d be a great mother to our children someday… and someday soon, if I had anything to say about it.
“Were you watching me sleep?” she asked with a mischievous grin on her face, her eyes lighting up with excitement.
I could already taste her arousal on the tip of my tongue. Did she wake up wanting me? If so, I could get used to this. I’d never been with a woman before but I definitely knew it wasn’t rocket science when it came to pleasing one. Shit, I’d already made her come with my mouth and hands. How hard could making her come with my cock be? “I was. I was thinking about how beautiful you are and how amazing of a mother you’ll be some day.” I licked my lips in anticipation of her kiss. I knew she should probably eat something, we both should, but I had to have her and please her. I needed her. Needed to be inside her, on her—I just fucking needed her.
Olivia tilted her head. “Did we ever talk about how many children we want?”
I swallowed around the sudden lump in my throat. “No we didn’t.” I shook my head, ready to lay the truth out on the line. I didn’t even get a chance to say a single word though because before the words could even come out of my mouth, her plump lips were on mine, kissing me with a liquefied passion that filled every single pore on my body.
We rolled, leaving her on top and me on bottom. She was still naked and I could feel the heat from her pussy through my jeans. It made me crazy with need and within seconds, were both ripping at my clothing throwing it to the floor in a heap.
“I can feel it…” She sighed, looking down at me, her eyes misty. “I can feel it in here.” She placed my hand over her breast.
I could feel the pounding of her heartbeat as it beat furiously against her ribcage.
“You’re my home Ryan. I don’t know how or why but I feel safe with you. I want to have your babies and be cherished by you. Will you cherish me?” She purred, rubbing her slick pussy up and down my thick hard shaft.
Pre-cum beaded the tip as it slipped between her folds.
My body throbbed at just the look in her eyes as my hands gripped onto her hips holding her in place. “I will cherish you forever, honor you, and never let you down,” I spoke through clenched teeth as she continued to move against my steel iron grip.
“Will you put a baby inside me?” her question came out more like a whisper.