He growled deep into her pussy. Shakes racked her body with the vibration traveling through her.
Tension curled around the pit of her stomach. More. More. Until all she knew was the urge to fling herself from the cliff she knew would bring her the most amazing climax. Her back curled, lifting off the bed. Her moans increased in volume, each one louder than the last. Fuck, she couldn’t breathe. All she knew was the need for the tightness to break.
“I need to come,” she begged.
Maybe that’s all he needed to hear. As soon as the words left her mouth, he clamped his lips around her swollen clit, suctioning tight and flicking his tongue in rapid-fire sweeps.
She screamed. Loud. In that single moment she saw fireworks, went deaf and lost herself in a wave of pleasure she never knew existed. Her body floated in a sea of bliss. He continued to fuck her with his fingers and she felt his teeth graze her inner thigh in a sharp bite. His small nibble pushed her into a quick succession of mini orgasms. Breaths pushed their way into her lungs. Her knees shook. She knew that she would never have a dream this amazing again.
The orgasmic exhaustion pulled her out of her dream and into a land of relaxation. She wanted to tell him to take her and make things between them even better, but she was tired. Sleep pulled at her muscles. Besides, there would be other dreams where Ryker could do even naughtier things to her than just licking her into orgasm. Ryker kissed her temple and held her tight, snuggling her into his hot body from behind.
“I’m not letting you go.”
Had this not been a dream, she would have probably freaked out. But since it was, she let herself wish.
“You don’t have to. I only want you.”
* * *
Ryker stared at Christian with a wide grin.
“You look like the cat that ate the canary,” Christian laughed. “Which leads me to think that your visit to Cici last night was a success?”
Ryker’s chest constricted thinking of Cici. She’d been wild. A lot more than she’d ever been before. In fact, other than the fact she’d clearly been drinking, he didn’t know what possessed her to be so open to him. “It was great. I marked her.”
Christian slapped him on the shoulder. “Congrats, man. I’m so happy for you. I know you’ve been waiting for her to come around a long time. Seems that she couldn’t have been that close to that other guy.”
She wasn’t. Not only that, but Ryker wouldn’t ever think to poach on another man’s woman. Even if it was the love of his life. He’d gone down to the bon fire and once he’d told Darius how much he cared for Cici, the other man had been truthful and explained she was unsure of how Ryker felt for her so she’d asked him to pretend to be a couple with her.
At first, he’d been disappointed that Ciara had gone to those lengths to avoid Ryker, but once Darius told him it was because she cared about him and thought Ryker didn’t care back, he realized the best way to prove to her how he felt was to go see her.
He hadn’t thought they’d end up with him marking her. Hell, the last thing he’d wanted was to push her into anything, but she’d offered herself and he wasn’t going to say no. Fuck that. He’d said no to his urges far too many damn times.
“So you think she’ll stay here? Be with us?” Christian asked, voicing one of the questions at the front of Ryker’s mind.
“I am not sure. I don’t want to push her too fast. She had reasons for staying away and I don’t want her to feel like I’m expecting her to drop everything and come. That’s not where I want us to go.”
Christian nodded and fixed the receipts they’d been going through for the new building materials needed to add a new community center to the town.
“Women are tough. Sometimes they tell you what they think, but more often than not, they expect you to guess.” He snorted. “Like we’re fucking magicians or something.”
“I’m not sure what I should do with Cici. I want her to want to stay.”
Christian sighed. “I get it. If you tell her you want her to stay she might think you’re pushing her to, but if you don’t she might think you don’t care.”
Exactly. Frickin’ hell. Women were hard. “I need a drink.”
“It’s like ten in the morning,” Christian laughed. “Let’s get some coffee.”
He could use coffee and a bottle of vodka. Thinking of Ciara was the highlight of his day but the thought of her rejecting him and not staying at Snow Mountain made him all kinds of worried. She was too independent to be told what to do. She wasn’t technically a member of his pack so he had no rule over her. And he didn’t want to tell her to stay. That was something she had to choose on her own.