by Sedona Venez
“If you kiss my neck, it’s done. We’re fucking,” he hissed.
Pushing back, I straddled one of his legs, lowering myself onto it, and then briefly rubbed my crotch against his leg, making sure to press on his hard cock, giving him a lap dance. “If you like, you can touch it, baby.”
“To hell with taking it slow. I need my cock lodged so deep into your pussy you can taste it in the back of your throat,” he barked with a voice deep and smooth as he sprang up from the chair.
“Do your worst, baby.” Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his lean waist, digging my heels into his ass as he effortlessly carried me through the penthouse, kicking his bedroom door open like he was the police. Dropping onto the bed, he straddled me, one knee on each side of my waist. I stared up at him with anticipation. His firm lips curved a little into a smile.
He stroked my hair. “Have you ever been tied, darling?”
“No,” I whispered. “I’ve never trusted anyone enough.”
His eyes never left mine as he picked up my hands and lifted them toward the head of the bed, wrapping a soft strap around them. Excitement bubbled up as he moved to lie beside me.
He cupped my cheek in one huge hand, forcing me to meet his sensual gaze. “Do you trust me to take care of you?”
I nodded. He brushed a tender kiss across my lips and nuzzled my temple. I lay there, hands tied over my head; he stood and stripped, slowly. His skin golden tan, tight over the bulging muscles beneath. He was without a doubt the sexiest man I’d ever seen… and he was all mine. My eyes dropped lower. His huge erection was thick, hard, and jutting toward me. My mind raced, wondering how in the hell he was going to fit all that into me. Not that I was going to let his big cock intimidate me… I was determined to ensure every inch got in.
He joined me on the bed; he caressed my cheek before his tongue took full possession, darting in and out of my mouth. “So beautiful,” he murmured with approval and slid down. He pressed his mouth against my stomach, nibbling and kissing until all I wanted to do was burst into flames.
He knelt between my legs, looking at me hungrily. He pushed my leg out a little. Now I was even more exposed and vulnerable before his gaze. He cupped my pussy. “Knees up to your stomach, darling.”
I blinked, bringing my knees up to my stomach. He pressed my knees outward, tipping my pussy up in the air. He gazed straight into my eyes. “This is how I always want you. Open and ready for whatever I want from you.” He slid his fingers between the wet folds of my heat. “This pussy is mine to do with as I please.” I arched up, wiggling closer as he slipped his fingers inside. His thumb circled and played with my clit. “Whether it is with my cock or mouth, this pussy is all mine.”
I was dying for more even though I was on the edge of my first orgasm. Staring at him, my mind went numb. I needed more but was helpless. He stroked my heat; I shivered, on the verge of exploding. I knew he had no intention of pushing me over the edge until I said what he needed to hear.
“Please,” I whispered. “I… just, please… lick me.”
“Was that so hard, darling?” His huge hands curled around my thighs, spreading me wider, and his tongue thrust into my heat. That one abrasive lick sent me spiraling over the edge, screaming his name like a prayer. He pulled his head back and watched me as his fingers continued to stretch me. “Scream louder, darling.”
I was writhing and panting as my hips bucked wildly. His fingers thrust harder. I moaned louder when his finger found my clit again and played with it mercilessly. I screamed and came again, feeling lightheaded from the passion. I must have blacked out because by the time I caught my breath, Ryker was right above me, his weight on his knees between my thighs. He directed his cock into position, slipping in smoothly, looking at me with burning possession on his face. I struggled to breathe as his cock stretched me like no other.
He gave me a slow smile. “This pussy is mine,” he grunted, fully seated with his balls bumping against my ass. He kissed my lips, my jaw, and my eyes. I basked in his tenderness and love. He pulled out and sank back in, hitting my G-spot with precision. My legs wrapped around his waist as he continued to hit my G-spot, making my legs quiver. My pussy sucked him in farther as he pumped deeper. My hips tilted forward, and he adjusted his movements so with each stroke he brushed deliciously against my clit. The deeper he pumped, the more I wanted him. My head snapped back as he slid in and out. I writhed beneath him, meeting thrust for thrust. I was trembling, moaning low and deep.
He stilled my hips so I felt every inch of his pulsing cock. “It’s going to last all night, darling. No rushing. We’re going to be all night,” he growled in my ear as he released my arms from the bonds. I slid my hands over his back, nails digging into him like a wild woman. He continued pumping, hard and controlled.
I was going insane from the heat building. My breathing was fast and shallow, with periods of whimpers intermixed. “Please… harder.” I grabbed his head, pulling him closer, biting his lower lip. “Please?”
He let himself go, moving faster, pushing me into another orgasm. Arching, I screamed as my pussy clenched around him, collapsing right after, worn out and sweaty.
His face was harsh and controlled as he pulled from my body, flipping me onto my belly. He pulled me up onto my knees. I moaned when he kissed my neck and shoulders and then rained kisses along my spine. He nudged me forward, onto my hands. His growl was animalistic. The air crackled around us as his strong hands gripped my waist and his cock thrust into me smoothly. I cried out with pleasure as one hand gripped my hair, the other wrapped around my waist. His body rocked into me. The slickness of our bodies in perfect synchrony with a strange magnetic energy wrapping around us.
“Make me yours… completely,” I whispered, gripping the bed sheets.
He reared back and pushed forward. Every inch of him was sheathed in me. My body shook; my legs quivered; my core pulsed, racing toward blissful release.
“Do you accept me as your mate?” he demanded roughly, thrusting faster.
“Yes. Only you, Ryker,” I moaned.
“Lightning Credence, you’re mine, and what I claim I keep, cherish, love, and protect.” His thrusts grew stronger as his body slapped against me. My fingers clenched the sheets as I rocked back into his body. My body burned for sweet release. A strangled shout escaped his lips before he bit the spot between my neck and shoulder. I came so hard I screamed his name at the top of my lungs. My inner muscles contracted, milking him. He roared, shooting his seed deep into my scorching core, both of us cresting. He kissed me on my shoulder before pulling me up farther onto the bed. Clutching me against his body, he kissed me, and with eyes closed, I kissed him back. There was no going back… not that I wanted to. I knew with every fiber in my body this man would love me hard and cherish me until his last breath. I sighed with content as we held on to each other, lips melding over and over as the tremors passed.
“So I guess you’re stuck with me, Wolfie,” I sassed, letting out a little laugh.
He nuzzled my neck. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he quipped, nibbling on my ear. He found the mark he left on my shoulder and licked it gently. A tremor shot through my body. “What is it like to be an empath?”
I sighed, cuddling into his body. “It’s like a blackout. When I’m around humans, I don’t know what the hell happens. I’m gone. Everything they feel becomes infused into me. It’s like my own personal hell.” He racked his fingers through the strands of my hair, calming the turbulent waters of raging emotions. He didn’t interrupt. He was calmness. My strength and now… my rock. “The crazy thing is I now know this empath thing is powerful. I am powerful.” I paused. “I’m more powerful than my mind can even digest and understand.”
“If you can harness your own power and put it to your own use, well, then there are no limits,” he responded.
“Maybe. I’m not there yet.” Tracing a finger over the intricate gold and black of a sword tattooed on his forearm, I asked, while
staring at the sword’s riveted hilt and brass, leaf-shaped blade, “What was it like when the Goddess of Death appeared to you?”
Ryker’s eyes darkened. “I’ve seen a lot in my lifetime, but nothing like her. There weren’t a lot of bullshit words. She pointed at me, said it was my time. Didn’t ask for permission when she slapped this mark on me, making me the bearer of the Sword of Souls.”
“She didn’t ask? It seems like a hell of a lot of responsibility to thrust on someone without even a damn discussion.”
He shrugged. “Goddesses don’t ask. They tell you what to do, like female sexual Dominants.”
I snickered. “It must have been hell for a Dom like you.” He bit my shoulder with a laugh. “Being born into the Alfero bloodline, didn’t you expect to be chosen?”
He kissed my fingers one by one. “No. There was only one other bearer in my family, Tiber, and that was centuries ago. He fucked up his responsibilities so bad the family thought the goddess was done with our bloodline.” His eyes turned bleak. “I wouldn’t have blamed her if she was. Nothing good ever happened to any of the Alphas in my family. That’s why I couldn’t wait to leave when I turned eighteen. I couldn’t live the life my father had created for me. And when my mother was killed, shit got worse. He went feral and, with the help of his brother, it was total chaos.” He sighed. “I held on for as long as I could because I knew my mother would have expected me to stay by his side, at least try to help him, but when he made the alliance with the Jenson pack, assuming I would fall in line and mate with Sophie, I knew I had to leave.”
I kissed his shoulder. “But you came back.”
He sighed heavily. “I had no choice. I came back because the goddess told me my father had been killed by his brother. That’s what she really meant by ‘it was time.’ Time for me to claim the position of Alpha and unite the Others.” He shrugged. “I guess I could have refused to come back, but I knew this pack needed me. So I resigned my position at the hospital and came back.”
I saw the sadness in his eyes and I wanted so badly to take it away. “You mean you came back to chaos.”
He ran a hand along my hip absently while staring into space. “Fighting my uncle for Alpha position was an easy decision. The prick deserved to be taken down. It was taking over as the leader of the Other Council that was hard. No one respected the Alfero name. My father and his brother had single-handedly run the name into the ground. The only thing I had to help me rebuild was the power of the Sword of Souls and the goddess’ edict to unite the Others. So I used it to get them in line, forcing the Others into a temporary truce.”
“But you really need the peace treaty to happen,” I insisted.
“My mission was clear. Unite the Others. Frankly, when she ordered it, I didn’t think it was remotely possible. Still don’t. But I do agree it’s the only thing to keep them from killing each other into extinction.”
I squeezed his arm. “It can still happen. We’ll make this happen.”
He smiled. “My alpha female is ready, huh?”
“Oh, so ready.” But I knew it wouldn’t be easy. “You know, equality among the Others is a myth, and for some reason, everyone accepts the fact women shouldn’t hold as much power as men do. I don’t understand that. Why do we have to take a backseat?” It was a big point of frustration for me. It was one thing for men to be dominant inside the bedroom, which I was all for, but outside of it, we were their equivalent. “Men were given the power to run the show. Power to define the value of an alpha female. It’s ridiculous. I’m going to shake up their world, starting by taking an active role in getting this treaty to happen. First, we need to stop the Shadows.”
He gave me the same sexy smile that always made my toes curl before saying, “We will. With you by my side, there’s nothing we can’t do.”
I smiled. “We, I like that. Most Alphas would be pounding on their chest like a caveman, saying the woman’s place was a meek one.”
He laughed. “Not all. The smart Alphas take an alpha female who can hold her own… like you.”
I smirked. “Good. And don’t think I’m popping out any puppies anytime soon.” I pointed to my soft stomach and curvy hips. “See all this? Between decadent pastries and hours on the couch watching reality shows, it takes a lot of damn work maintaining all this gorgeousness.”
He slapped my ass hard. “The babies can wait. I want us to spend some quality time together first. Anything else?”
I trailed my fingers across his chest. “Yup, first thing in the morning, I must have coffee or I’ll turn into a raving lunatic.”
He laughed. “You’re already a raving lunatic.”
I slapped his chest. “I get worse, believe me. Now you, Wolfie, give me your must haves.”
“Just one. I love to fuck in the morning. So be prepared to assume the position on your knees when you wake up because I’ll be serving a regular dose of hard cock every morning, darling.”
I shivered deliciously. “Shit, I think I just came.” I rolled away from him, stretching suggestively before I got on all fours. “Like this?”
He slid behind me. “Just like that, darling.” He kissed the side of my neck. I moaned.
“And so we’re clear. There will be no other women besides me… ever. So take a good look at this cunt, Ryker, because you’ll be looking at it for a long time.”
He grabbed my hair, pulling me up against his chest. “You are all I’ve ever wanted or need,” he whispered in my ear.
I grunted with satisfaction. “Better be.”
He spun me around to face him. “Now that all the heavy stuff is out of the way, say that you love me, Light.”
“I love you, Ryker Alfero.” I leaned forward, kissing him softly. “I love you,” I whispered against his lips.
His mouth trailed to my neck, biting over his mark of possession. “I love you. I’ll always love you.” He wrapped his arms around my waist and squeezed.
I grabbed his face, biting his lower lip before tracing my tongue along it. “So… can we commence to fucking now? Because your alpha female needs her morning dose of cock.” I squeezed it hard. “Like really bad.”
He kissed me long and hard before saying. “Get on your knees… now.”
I AWOKE TO THE SUN streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows and me draped across Ryker like a blanket, completely exhausted from the morning fuck marathon. When he said he loved to make love in the morning, he wasn’t kidding. I was amazed how he kept pulling orgasms out of me when I was absolutely sure I was too tired to continue. Even exhaustion didn’t stop me from screaming out from pleasure when he expertly pushed me over the edge again and again.
I didn’t even have time to kiss him before he pushed into my moist heat, taking me again. I absolutely loved the fuck marathon.
He slapped my ass, rolling me over. “Bath time,” he growled as he kissed me lustfully before jumping up and heading for the bathroom. I listened to the water running, too exhausted to move, when the earthy scent of sandalwood and rosewood wafted into the room. I groaned. Every muscle in my body was blissfully sore. I smiled thinking about him. I had it bad. The man never seemed to get enough; his cock hadn’t gone down for more than a few minutes.
A few minutes later, he came back into the bedroom, hauling me up and over his shoulder.
“Leave me the hell alone,” I groaned, half asleep.
“Nope. We have a busy morning. First, a nice warm bath. Next, I make my mate breakfast, and, third, we’re going to your house for a meeting with Ava and Lia to discuss our new intel.”
“Why can’t we have breakfast in bed and do a video conference?” I grumbled.
I think I nodded off for a second because the next thing I knew, I was being dropped into the oversized, deep soaking tub and him climbing in behind me, pulling me against his chest. I sighed as the combination of the hot water and the heady scent of sandalwood and rosewood bath salts cocooned us.
“You’re a keeper, Wolfie,” I whispered, relax
ing against him.
“We’re not staying in long. I want to ease your sore muscles.”
“Uh-huh,” I groaned drowsily. I must have nodded off again, because the next thing I knew I was being pulled out of the water and pushed into a steam shower. I didn’t even attempt to move when he started washing me.
He laughed. “You’re not even going to participate?” he posed while soaping every inch of me thoroughly.
I yawned. “Nope, you got it covered.”
He knelt down to wash my legs and feet and then circled behind me to wash my ass. I couldn’t help myself; I grinned and pushed my ass in his face. He bit it hard.
I pulled back sharply. “Did I just feel your canines on my ass?”
“Quiet. I’m working here,” he grunted while pushing to his feet. He washed my back and hair.
I popped open an eyelid. “Is it my turn?” I reached for the soap.
He sat me down on the boulder rock for seating. “Sit here and be quiet, darling.”
I watched drowsily as he made quick work of soaping himself. Ryker’s body and face was a work of art. The only thing that marred his dark, brooding face was the scar across his left eyebrow.
“How did you get that scar?” I inquired.
“When I was kicking my uncle’s ass, he cut me,” he replied gruffly.
“I thought shifters healed quickly.”
“We do. I think he cut me with a knife laced with dark magic. A fact he vehemently denied, of course.”
I never had the displeasure of meeting his uncle, but I already hated the asshole.
He pulled us both out of the shower, dried us off, and picked me up, marching to his bed. I rolled over, staring at him. “Am I supposed to be this tired?” Granted, we fucked like rabbits, but I felt unusually tired. I reached up and scratched the bite mark on my shoulder. “And my shoulder feels funny.” It was like tiny pins were being inserted into the skin over and over again.
His eyes flashed as he ran his fingers along my shoulder, easing the stinging. “Everything is fine, Light.”
