Ryan watched as she dropped to her knees—something she hadn’t done since that time when she’d tried to take control and he’d refused to allow it. There was no calculation in her gaze this time. “Are you trying to take control again, Kenna?” He didn’t think so, but he had to be sure.
“No. I want to taste you.”
“Then do it.” Without any preamble, she took him into her mouth. No teasing licks. No nibbling or stroking. She just deep-throated him. And it was fucking amazing. Ryan had never much liked having the whole thing drawn out. He didn’t have the patience for it. His mate obviously sensed that about him.
“Suck harder, Kenna. That’s it.” The sight of her gorgeous mouth wrapped around his cock, the scent of her need, and the feel of her sucking him deep over and over . . . fuck. Wrapping her hair around both fists, he took over. He needed this. Needed to fuck her mouth and come down her throat—another way to mark her as his. Soon enough, his balls tightened and he felt the telling tingle in his spine. “Swallow it.” He thrust hard and came with a growl—and she swallowed it all. Masculine satisfaction settled deep in his gut. She was getting a reward for that.
He jerked his chin at the bed. “On your back, legs spread.” For once, there was no defiance in her as she obeyed him. “Good girl.” Ryan took a moment to just look at her, taking in her flushed face, gorgeous breasts, pebbled nipples, delicate curves, navel piercing, and her glistening pussy.
Kneeling on the bed between her thighs, he met her eyes; they were glazed over with the vicious need that he could feel coursing through her. That need was feeding his, making it hard to stay in control. “You’re the most perfect fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
The gruffly spoken compliment made her smile. “So you can say pretty words.”
“Not pretty words, just a fact.” Slipping his hands under her ass, Ryan tilted her hips and swiped his tongue through her folds. Her taste, so familiar and addictive, thrummed through his system. He didn’t tease her. He devoured her: licking, lapping, nipping, suckling her clit, and stabbing his tongue inside her.
“Ryan, I want you in me.” She felt so empty. Ached to feel him thrusting deep. Instead, he drove one finger inside her. Again. Again. And again. He added another finger, curving them just right. But then his tongue replaced them, and one of those fingers circled the rim of her ass. She sucked in a breath as he worked it inside her. The dual assault on her senses didn’t help. It only made her ache more. “Ryan.” He ignored the demand in her voice. She shoved at his head to dislodge him. He growled against her flesh and thrust a second finger into her ass. Then she was coming. The orgasm took her by surprise, hitting her hard.
Ryan withdrew his fingers, released her, and tapped her hip. “Roll over.” As soon as she lay on her stomach, he pulled her to her knees. “Keep your head down.” He lunged deep, grunting as her pussy clenched him tight and fluttered around him. “So fucking wet. Good. I need my cock to be slick so I slide in here”—he pressed the tip of his finger into her ass—“nice and easy.”
She tensed. “What?”
“You knew this was coming, Kenna. You knew I’d want to claim you everywhere.”
Well, yeah, she’d expected him to do this at some point. Male shifters always claimed their mates in every way possible. Still, she—
“You want this.” If he thought for even one second that she didn’t, he’d wait. Ryan fucked her slow and hard as he again worked two fingers inside her ass. He scissored them, stretching her enough that he soon had a third finger inside. She pushed back into every thrust. “That’s it.”
“Ryan, I’m close.”
“I know.” He fucked her faster, deeper; barely resisting the craving to bury himself deep into her pussy and explode—she was just so hot and wet. “Come,” he growled. She threw her head back and choked out a scream as her back arched and her pussy clamped and contracted around him. Fighting the urge to come, he withdrew from her pussy and replaced his fingers with the head of his cock.
Makenna’s eyes snapped open at the feel of his cock pushing into her ass. The pressure and the burn of his size stretching her made her squirm.
He gave her ass a sharp slap. “Be still. Just push out as I push in. That’s it, like that.” He slowly sank into her, gritting his teeth against the temptation to pound hard and fast. “Tight,” he hissed. So tight she was strangling his cock, but it felt too fucking good. They both sighed when he was finally balls deep. “You okay?”
“Sort of.” She was full. Maybe too full for this to be fun. But then, as he slowly pulled back and smoothly plunged back in, she gasped as all kinds of nerve endings sparked to life. “Again.” Friction built inside her as he kept each thrust slow and easy, which was very unlike Ryan. “More.” His pace barely altered. “I’m not delicate,” she snapped.
“No, but you’re mine. And I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not. I need more.”
Taking her at her word, Ryan hardened his thrusts as he pumped in and out of her. He branded her with every plunge of his cock, loving the moans and gasps she fed him. Fuck, he wouldn’t last much longer. He needed to shoot deep in her ass, claiming it as surely as he’d claimed her pussy and her mouth.
Raking a hand in her hair, Ryan yanked her head back and pounded harder. “Make me come, Kenna. Do it now.” For a second time that night, she screamed as she gave him what he wanted. He plunged deep and held himself rigid as he came so fucking hard that he was surprised he didn’t see stars.