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by Ruby Madden


  “Ryland?” Her voice was soft and shaky and her hips were moving in uncontrolled jerks. The unfulfilled pleasure riding her was turning to pain.

  “Easy, baby. Easy.” He took control of their loving, placing a big hand beneath her bottom and angling her hips up so his cock pressed along her clit with each thrust. He felt their releases build and quickened his pace, wanting them to fall off the edge together.

  “Ryland!” This time his name was a scream of pleasure as he filled her with his seed.

  ~*~

  Things between Ryland and Abigail quickly moved from hot and heavy to burning down the house hot. Within minutes he had her on his bed, covering her body with his long length. And Abby did mean long. The ridge of his cock pressed hard and high against her thigh. Damn, the man was big. Even though she was inexperienced, she wasn’t naive. Could part A fit into part B?

  Ryker placed not so gentle bites along the curve of her neck and her cat purred. She had a feeling from this point forward, her cat would be purring a lot. Even though her body rubbed against his, she couldn’t get close enough to satisfy the craving for his touch.

  Hell, who was she trying to kid? Satisfy her craving for him. Period.

  Frantically, she bunched up his shirt, loving the heat that greeted her fingers as they roamed across his bare flesh. When her hands found the waistband of his jeans, he shivered.

  “That’s it, sweetheart, take what you want.”

  Their breathing turned rapid as she unzipped the pants. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and the hot weight of his cock almost fell into her waiting hand. She dug her fingers inside his jeans and gave the silken covered flesh a slow, steady pump.

  “Oh, shit,” he growled, humping against her, trying to hurry her touch.

  Abigail licked the side of his throat, taking the lobe of his ear between her teeth and biting down hard.

  He roared and she knew he was more bear than man at the moment.

  The sharp pain as she bit him kicked Ryker’s need up another notch. He realized if it grew any hotter, he’d be mating her. “Little minx.” He captured both of her hands in one of his, stretching them above her head. If he wasn’t so damn horny, he’d tie her to the headboard, the way he really wanted to take her. Bound and spread before him.

  Resting his weight on his elbow, he used his free hand to grab the neck of her shirt and pulled, ripping the fabric open and revealing the fullness of her breasts. His strength and the softness of the cotton made it easy to do so without hurting her.

  “Damn it,” he mumbled. She still wore a bra. Another piece of material that was no match for his strength and determination.

  Finally, she was naked from the waist up. Velvety gasps of surprise encouraged him to caress the hot flesh with his tongue. He laved an already hardened nipple before sucking it inside his mouth, the intense pressure turning her gasps to groans. She twisted one of her hands free. Her fingers tangled in the brown strands of his hair, her nails scraping along his scalp.

  Ryker bit the hardened nib one more time before he let go. “So you want it a little rough, do you baby?” He stared down at her, his eyes, two glittering diamonds of desire.

  Abigail felt a brief moment of panic. Her cat had been the aggressor, the animal inside of her challenging the animal in him. She needed a mate who would challenge her, dominate her.

  “Easy, baby.” His hand gripped the side of her hip as if he thought she was about to bolt.

  No, she wasn’t going to bolt. Not yet anyway. She pushed the thought aside, because really, she’d be a fool to think of anything else except the hunk of yummy bear shifter in her arms.

  “Love me, Ryker.”

  “Always.” Moving, he took her mouth again. This kiss was swift but no less demanding or enticing. He placed a trail of kisses over her face and throat. He recaptured her hands and held them above her head again.

  “No,” she protested, struggling to be let go.

  “Not yet.” He grabbed her breast and squeezed the soft flesh. And groaned. Damn it, she felt good. His manipulations tightened the already aroused center, the rosy skin crinkling to such an extent he wondered if it was causing her any pain. He wanted her to feel that. The pleasure and the pain. It felt so good.

  He couldn’t resist another taste of her creamy flesh. As he sucked her nipple, he moved his legs, forcing hers apart. They still had more clothes on than they had off. Something he needed to remedy immediately.

  He moved backwards on the mattress until he felt the edge of the bed. He stood, pulling Abby up. She sat on the end of the mattress watching as Ryker removed the rest of his clothing. He didn’t have much more to lose but what remained hid the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. She’d felt that hot flesh in the palm of her hands, but had yet to see it.

  His cock had gotten pushed back into his jeans when he’d crawled out of the bed. The fabric kept it confined, but the head jutted above the waistband of his jeans. As she watched, he pushed down his jeans and kicked them away.

  “Like what you see, baby?”

  “Mmmmm,” was the only sound she could make.

  He gripped his cock, his large hand barely fitting around the wide girth. She creamed thinking what he was going to feel like pushing up inside her.

  Shit. Should she tell him she’d never had a lover? She didn’t think being adequately prepared for his possession would be a problem. The overabundance of her juices dripped from her pussy, coating the insides of her thighs. But…

  “Now you.”

  He’d already torn away her shirt and bra, remnants having fallen away as he’d dragged her to the edge of the bed. All that remained were her skirt and underwear. Seeing the hungry intent in his eyes, she scooted back. “I have something I need to tell you.”

  The worry in Abby’s voice stopped Ryker just as he was about to rid her of the rest of her clothing. He wanted skin to skin contact. He wanted to celebrate the beauty of his mate’s body, touching her and tasting her as no one ever had.

  His bear let out a mutated roar. The thought of another man touching her, kissing her drove the animal crazy. Contrary to what one might think, considering their laid-back attitude bears were possessive as hell when it came to their mates

  His hands clenched at his sides. Right now he didn’t want her confessing to the number of lovers she’d. His bear roared again as if trying to tell him something. He ignored the animal, concentrating on his mate. “Nothing you have to tell me will change how I feel about you, Abby. Nothing.”

  Abby’s eyes narrowed at his tone. Seeing the staunch expression on his tense face, she glared at him. “What do you think I’m getting ready to confess, Ryker?”

  Ryker almost smiled at her sassy tone. But he saw beneath the salt and vinegar façade to the worry she was trying to hide. He eased onto the bed, lying down beside her and brushing the hair from her face. “Abby, I don’t care what you’ve done in the past. All I care about is that you’re here with me, right now.” And for always, his bear added silently. The man was in total agreement with the animal, but knew it was too soon to say as much to the woman. For some reason she was still skittish as hell.

  Abby’s heart melted at the emotion in Ryker’s words. Just when she’d been about to slam him for acting like a jerk, he turned into the sweetest of bears. She bit her lip as he pressed slow, wet kisses along her throat, easing her back down onto the bed. Damn, why was the touch of his mouth on her neck so exciting?

  Now how to confess her inexperience? She debated with herself again. Maybe she should just let it go. She was a shifter, his mate, made especially for him. Just as she was about to say to hell with it and let nature take its course, the hot press of his cock reminded her what was about to happen.

  “Ryker, I’m a virgin.” She closed her eyes as she blurted out the words. She didn’t want to see the effect the words had on her big bear shifter.

  Ryker grew still and she remembered he was an apex predator. H
e didn’t speak, he didn’t move. She slowly opened her eyes, mesmerized by his unblinking gaze.

  “What did you say?”

  “I, um, I’m as pure as the driven snow?” She decided to make light of it, hoping he would just forget about her confession and continue to kiss her. Instead, her joke fell flat, angering him even more. He pulled away, moving until he sat on the edge of the bed this time, his head in his hands.

  Abby scrambled until she knelt behind him, unsure if she should touch him or not. He was scaring her. Hesitantly, she slid her hand along the smooth skin of his back.

  “What the fuck did you think you were doing?” he roared as he stood. Abby fell back, barely catching herself from tumbling off the side of the bed.

  “What?”

  Ryker climbed back on the bed, moving on his hands and knees. His eyes were full gold now, his bear appearing to possess him completely, something Abby had never seen in a shifter.

  “Ryker?” She countered every move he made, pushing backward along the satin bedspread until she hit the padded headboard with her back.

  Ryker settled above her, caging her in with his big body. His hand rose, touching the side of her face. Seeing his animal riding the surface and feeling the enormous hand cupping her jaw, she knew she should be feeling some fear. He could easily snap her neck with a simple twist of his hand. Instead, desire rippled through her.

  Her mate was wild and dominant... and wanted her. Abigail Sorenson, curvy cat shifter. She knew he smelled her arousal. His voice, like his eyes, was more animal than man.

  “I thought that would be a good thing,” she breathed out slowly.

  “Oh, it is darling. What I don’t like is you not telling me sooner.” His eyes flared with anger. “Do you know what I was going to do, Abby?”

  She shook her head even though she knew he wasn’t waiting for her to answer.

  He buried his nose against her throat, drawing in her scent. “I was going to take you. I was going to ram my cock deep inside you. With. One. Single. Thrust.”

  His words turned her womb into a hot, knot of need. His bear called to her cat, wanting the seed of this male splashing inside her. When he pulled back, she saw the same wildness in his face. “That.” She cleared her throat. “That sounds like a good idea to me.”

  “Damn it, Abby.” She could see humor warred with the anger that had built inside him. “I could have hurt you, baby. Don’t you understand?”

  Abby understood alright. Her gazed dropped to the engorged male flesh almost bobbing up and down right in front of her face. She understood that she would have finally felt him inside her. Before she could reach out and touch him, he grabbed her hands, twisting them behind her back. “Do not touch.” Ryker couldn’t help the grin that curled his lips. He knew his words had aroused her. The spike in her scent turned his cock into a steel length of need.

  Abby whimpered as the move forced her breasts against his chest, the hard nubs brushing across the light covering of hair. She moved again, the rough texture scraping across her sensitized skin. “Ryker.” His name was a plea to stop the pain growing inside her.

  Ryker growled in response, pulling back and jerking her until she lay prone on the big bed. In seconds, her skirt was gone along with the one good pair of underwear she owned. For a moment, thoughts of how her body must look raced through her mind. She squeaked as he wrapped his big hands around her ankles and pushed her legs up, bending her knees until her legs spread apart. Any doubts she was having that he might not find her attractive, fled on the wind. She’d never seen such an arousing sight as her big bear looking down at her, his chest heaving from his arousal. His fingers tightened on her ankles and she wondered if he knew how much pressure he was exerting. She knew his hold would leave bruises.

  “Mine.” The word was so low and guttural, she barely understood, but there was no mistaking the meaning. He let go of one ankle and dragged his finger through the honeyed folds of her body, gathering her juices. Her hips arched off the mattress, begging him to touch her again. He lifted the finger to his mouth, licking away the juices. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, savoring her taste.

  In the blink of an eye, he was sprawled between her legs, his mouth taking what he needed.

  Abby sobbed as the hot, rough surface of Ryker’s tongue raked along her center, from the pulsating entrance of her pussy to her throbbing clit that begged for satisfaction. She felt his fingers pulling her open, as he ate her out. As he tasted and licked, his thumbs caressed the skin between her pussy and puckered hole of her ass. She shuddered in need.

  Ryker’s body tightened as he sensed Abby’s desire claiming out of control. He latched onto the swollen nub of her clit, sucking it hard and fast. Knowing what else she needed, he stroked the moisture leaking from her pussy down toward the brown star clenching with need. He spread her juices with his thumb, wetting the guarded entrance. He wanted to be buried deep inside, touching her womb when she came for him the first time. But he knew she needed to come at least twice before her body could accept him. His fullness was unprecedented. The skin of his dick was stretched so tightly, he thought he’d burst open from the pressure of the blood welling inside.

  As he sucked, urging her toward release, he pressed his thumb against her anus, pushing inside. At the unfamiliar touch, she tried to jerk away. A full body shudder ran through him. She was so innocent. No man had ever touched her, tasted her. His bear was in seventh heaven, but the man wanted to know why. She was a walking, talking advertisement for fucking. Why had she remained innocent? His mate was hiding something from him. His bear chuffed pulling him back to the moment at hand. Now was the time for claiming.

  “Easy,” he murmured as his thumb breached her entrance. She gasped and moved involuntarily, thrusting her pussy up toward his face. “You like that, don’t you, baby?”

  Abby felt her body catch fire. Ryker’s breath blew across her clit as he spoke, making the wet surface sing. That, along with the burning sensation as his thumb entered her was making her wild.

  She forgot his order of before and grabbed his head, sinking her fingers into the thickness of his hair. She gave a sharp tug, urging him closer. When he growled she remembered him asking if she liked it rough. It appeared her mate did. “More,” she groaned.

  She could have sworn she felt him grin against her wet flesh. The sudden surge of his thumb as he plunged inside had her jerking, butting her clit against his mouth. “That was one, little cat,” she thought she heard him mumbled as pleasure washed over her.

  His rough tongue licked hungrily at her slit and he continued to fuck her with his thumb. When she thought she couldn’t stand another second of the pleasure he was giving her, he pushed one of her legs higher. The movement spread her folds, opening her wide. He thrust his tongue inside her as far as it would go. Now she was being taken from above and below. He ate and ate at her, driving her closer and closer to that ring of fire. When he locked onto her clit again, he ordered. “Now, baby. Cream for me.” He bit down on the swollen bud and she screamed out his name as her pussy flooded with her second wave of pleasure.

  He moved swiftly, covering her body with his. He bit her bottom lip, forcing her to open her mouth. He thrust his tongue inside. She tasted herself, tasted her pleasure. She needed something inside her. Before she could reach for him, the knob of his cock was at her soaked entrance.

  He slid through her folds, hard as steel and just as forceful. She gasped as his width stretched her. When he bumped against the barrier of her innocence, he gripped the side of her hip. “This will hurt.”

  Abby met his stare. She brushed the hair from his face. “I know. I know you’ll make it better.”

  “Damn right.” His expression was so serious, so concerned, Abby couldn’t help the twitch of her muscles. It turned her on, having someone care that much about her. Yes, she finally had admitted what Emma had been trying to tell her all along, fate had decreed Ryker her mate.


  She gasped as he pulled back out, the head of his cock moving against something inside her. “Oh.”

  “Liked that, do you?” He pushed forward again. “There?”

  “Mmm,” she murmured, awash in this new sensation.

  She’d thought he was going to finally take her innocence, but instead, he started moving with short, rapid thrusts, each one touching that same sweet spot of pleasure, building the heat inside her once again.

  Within minutes, she was convulsing around him. He roared and thrust hard and deep, claiming her as his own. He watched her face as he took her. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed.

  Ryker and his bear merged as he broke through the barrier that said no man had ever touched his mate. Both gloated over the fact. He continued to thrust hard and deep, the action drawing the seed from his balls. He needed to flood her with his scent, proclaiming her his forever.

  He knew he was taking her rough and raw, but couldn’t stop, couldn’t stop until his hot cum spurted inside her, marking her womb as his.

  He arched, ramming his hips forward one last time as her pussy milked the last of his cum from his body. He barely managed to hold back his bear, the animal almost crazy to bite her, mark her, inside and out.

  His fingers dug into the flesh of her upper thigh, holding her to him. His other arm found its way under her back. Being surrounded by her scent eased the animal, allowed the man to take back control.

  “Open your eyes.”

  Abby heard Ryker through a haze of pleasure. She blinked slowly, trying to bring everything back into focus. Hell, she was just trying to reconnect with her body.

  “Oh, yeah, that’s what I wanted to see.”

  As her eyes opened, she realized he was seeing her cat. The animal had been with her every moment of the exquisite ride. Seeing the same intensity in him, she realized they had done everything but exchange bites. If not for that, they would be well and truly mated.

 

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