THE PURR of Bullet’s motorcycle between my legs had been nearly orgasmic.
Nearly. Not quite, although I might’ve been distracted by my own excitement at riding for the first time.
But Ryan’s purr as he flicked between the underside of my clit and down a tender stripe of flesh to my opening? That absolutely was orgasmic.
His purr flared as my nails scratched over his back and up his neck. His fingers curled inside of me, skimming with incredible care against aching nerves, and it was every bit as good as his mouth on my pussy.
My fingers dug into his hair as I arched and trembled on the bed for the second time since we’d gotten back from the ride. The first orgasm had been slightly due to exhilaration and an engine vibration keeping me at a simmer for an hour. Ryan hadn’t even undressed and he hadn’t expected me to shatter apart, my legs still trapped in my jeans at the knees as he playfully burrowed his mouth over my sex. It’d been an accident, really.
The second was entirely to my alpha’s credit.
Ryan growled as I sagged and panted, trying to catch my breath. We were both naked now, hands having greedily stripped one another. I’d gotten a brief taste of precum while I’d dragged his jeans down before he kicked them off and threw me back onto the bed.
“Want your sweet taste again, Baby,” he said. His tongue traded places with his fingers and I shivered, clutching at his hair and trying to pull him up to kiss me.
“Enough. Enough, please, Ryan,” I gasped. “Please, I want you.”
Ryan took a last long, obscene lick from between my thighs, and then purred, sucking briefly at the crease of one thigh to hip and then the other, the kisses stirring up shimmery aftershocks through me. I moaned and propped myself up on my elbows, prepared to give Ryan a hard time until he came and kissed me. The words died on my tongue at the sight of Ryan bent over me, mouth marking up a wet trail to my stomach, his tan back shifting like water as he worked his way up to my breasts. His bare stomach pressed to my damp sex as he mouthed over my breasts, his hands sliding under my ass and up my back to hold me to his hungry lips.
The sensation, the heat of his breath and scratch of his teeth and slick soothing of his tongue, was too good to resist. I melted into the embrace, my hands studying his skin as my eyes slid shut.
Unconsciously, my hips rolled and rocked, still waiting and craving the stretch of him inside of me, the knot kissing the places inside of me nothing else could reach.
He paused between my breasts, the tip of his nose running a line up and down my ribs. He sucked in a deep breath and before I could ask, or beg, Ryan surged up, balanced on his hands with
his face directly above mine.
“You sniffin’ me again, wolfman?” I asked, marveling at the twitch of his quiet smile and the
steady warmth of him hovering above me.
“Maybe.”
I snorted softly and tipped my head. “What’s my smell telling you now?”
His grin flashed and his hips sank against mine, making me catch my breath as he surged against me, cock sliding through the sheen of my release. “That I’ve satisfied my omega, and that’s the most satisfying feeling I’ve ever known.” His head bent as I blushed, and he kissed the corner of my jaw before speaking in my ear. “That your sweetness only gets stronger with every orgasm. That you want my knot.”
I sighed and whined, trying to force the head of Ryan’s cock into place to press inside of me. “I do, you know I do.”
“Then show me,” he whispered in my ear. “Elbows and knees.”
My breath hitched. He was asking me to present for him. I’d seen it in the AO porn I’d watched, omegas lowering their upper bodies to a bed and raising their ass into the air as they whined and waited to be knotted. I’d even felt the urge to do it. I hadn’t actually taken the opportunity.
Ryan reared back on his knees, cock jutting proudly, barely-there smile softening his stern expression. I sat up and his hands reached for me, a heavy, deep kiss pressed to my lips, my own flavor sneaking in with a sweep of his tongue. He leaned back and I followed, chasing him for more until I was up on my knees. He pulled away, one hand swatting softly against my ass.
His right brow lifted. “Sweetness, what did I say?”
I grinned, stomach flipping happily at my reticent alpha opening up enough to tease me.
“Yes, sir,” I purred watching Ryan’s eyes darken before I shuffled and lowered myself back to the bed.
My breast dragged against the sheets as I stretched into position, heat flooding my cheeks as I realized the view I’d given Ryan and the vulnerable position I’d put myself in. It wasn’t uncomfortable. In fact, it was thrilling. I trusted Ryan not only to not hurt me, but to be as invested in my pleasure as I was in his.
Fingers skimmed over the round of my ass and down the back of my thighs, and I quivered, picking one knee up to part my legs and offer a clearer invitation. Ryan’s hand stopped me, squeezing briefly around the side of my thigh. His own knees framed mine and his hands guided his cock against the lips of my pussy, teasing the head against me and leaving a sticky trail.
“I want you squeezing around every inch of me, sweetness. Want you to feel so full, you don’t know where I end and you begin.”
I nodded rapidly, leaning back and moaning as my nipples scraped over the cotton sheets, the
sensation suddenly hyper-erotic.
“Please, please fuck me,” I begged.
“Call me sir again,” Ryan said with an uncharacteristic brightness. “I think I liked that, Baby.”
“Please, sir,” I whined as he prodded my entrance, bouncing off slightly with my legs pressed together. “Please fuck me, sir. I wanna feel you, want you to take me—“ the words broke off with a sudden cry as Ryan bucked, cock forcing its way in with a heady and satisfying resistance. My body gave gladly to his entrance, but there was no denying that he was making room for himself against the odds of the tight position. “Oh god, Ryan, yes.”
“That’s it, sweetness,” he growled. “That’s my good girl.”
I whimpered and then gasped as Ryan pulled slowly out before driving forward again, sinking
deeper.
“You like that? Like to hear how good you make your alphas feel? How pretty and perfect this ass is?” Ryan, quiet Ryan, found a sudden fountain of filthy and frenzied praise as he fucked me.
Every word made me gasp, moan, lose my grip on the thin threads of sanity I’d been clinging to.
“Yes, more. Ryan, please. So fucking good, sir,” I whimpered.
“Your soft skin. Wanna lick every inch of you. Bite my mark over every inch.”
His knot was growing, and Ryan was staying pressed close, not fitting himself in but instead teasing my opening with the girth I wanted so badly inside of me. At the mention of his bite, I shouted, back arching and head thrown back, stretching my neck for his sight.
“Please. Please, alpha.”
“You don’t know what you do to me, sweetness. How bad I wanna taste you, mark you.”
Cole had made claims like this that left me equally shivery and nervous. Jonah had promised me the bond, but only when I’d come crashing down after my first knot and asking him to bite me. Ryan’s words came flying out of him as if they were unconscious confessions, as if I was drawing them out of him instead of him taking control of my body, claiming me.
Maybe we’d been bathing in each other’s scents too long, losing touch with the still slightly tenuous balance of my place in the pack. Or maybe we were just desperate enough in the moment to speak an involuntary truth.
I keened as Ryan drew back again just before lodging his knot in. “Ryan, alpha, I want your mark,” I hissed. Sweat was dewing on my back and my thighs were shaking, pinned in place by Ryan’s position over me. “Please. Please, bite me.”
You need to get your mouth under control, a distant voice in my head offered. It was buried under the delicious thrust and pound of Ryan fucking me, his hips knocking against my ass. If the pressure of his knot teasing me left me clawing the sheets, I wondered how much of an exquisite torture it was for him.
Ryan growled and bowed over me, hot chest hitting my back. One of the hands stroking my hips and stomach and breasts was suddenly on the back of my neck, pulling me into a tight arch. My alpha snarled, and the slow teasing circle of his hips was one sudden kick. I came with a low scream as Ryan’s knot landed, stars bursting behind my eyes as fire raced through me. There was a pinch on my shoulder, followed by a deep ache of muscle, and my scream turned into a whispery gasp. He’d bitten me, body tense over mine, slowly pushing me down into the bed.
Like that first morning I’d woken up with him, Ryan had me pinned beneath him, his arms around me as we both came. Except this time he wasn’t scraping his teeth over my skin to see if I liked it.
Heat flashed inside of me as Ryan came in short, rough snaps of his hips until he stilled, both of us melting down on the bed.
The pressure on my shoulder vanished and Ryan hissed, face pressing to the side of mine.
“Fuck, Baby.”
“It’s okay,” I said, turning to try and see the bite. “It’s fine. I wanted it.”
Ryan shuddered on top of me, and I hummed and then frowned at my shoulder. There was a mark, red and white, but no blood.
“Sweetness, I didn’t bite,” he said, nuzzling my temple. “Fuck, I almost did though. Baby I- we all promised you.”
“Oh,” I said, staring at the mark on the shoulder. It was a clear and distinct outline of Ryan’s teeth, slightly purple in the deepest parts where he’d nearly broken the skin. There was definitely going to be a bruise. But it would heal. And I found that surprisingly disappointing.
“I’m so sorry, Baby,” he murmured. His hands were petting my sides, lips pressing in a repetitive pattern to my temple.
I was drowsy with pleasure and confused by my own reaction to the not-bite, but one thing was clear. Ryan was stressing.
“Hey.” I tried to twist and then winced. There was no way with us plastered to each other like this that I was gonna get decent face time with Ryan, so I settled for finding his hands and tangling our fingers together. “It’s fine. I’m fine. I know what I put down on that form and everything, but…look, Ryan, if you’d bitten I’d be happy about it right now. I am happy right now,” I clarified. I twisted my neck until I caught his eye, worry folding between his brows. “I know it was the heat of the moment and all that, but I…” I didn’t know how to say it without admitting things that it was far too soon to say.
“You’re okay?” He rolled to the side, taking me with him and holding me in a deep and comforting spoon with his arms around my body. One hand lifted, fingertip tracing the grooves of his teeth as the mark swelled and blurred.
I covered his hand with mine and leaned into him as much as I was able until his chin was covering the bite. “I’m amazing, promise.”
I wiggled back against him and Ryan purred, the rumble carrying through my entire body. “Well that I knew, sweetness,” he said, finally relaxing.
“I liked it,” I admitted, taking his hand and sliding it down my stomach to between my legs so he could feel where we were joined. “I like this. You didn’t do anything wrong. Even if you hadn’t stopped.”
Ryan took the cue I offered, his fingers circling over my clit and making me squeeze on his knot.
“It’s not gonna be a surprise when it happens, Baby. You mean too much for that. We’ll get there.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but Ryan took my earlobe between his lips, sucking at the tip and the echo it caused inside my cunt distracted me from the point. Ryan’s arm squeezed around my middle and he rolled back and then sat up, dragging me with him as I moaned at the friction of him shifting inside of me. I was sitting on his lap, my legs spread over his, and his hand kept a repetitive circle running on my clit.
“Now I wanna hear you scream my name again, sweetness.”
I sighed and rocked, trembling as he plucked at my breast. “Yes, sir.”
He growled and kissed the growing bruise on my shoulder, and I started to bounce.
