The Mating Game: Big Bad Wolf(33)

She was tight, but so wet that he slid inside her with a single controlled stroke, filling and stretching her as she gave a long moan of pleasure. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted – needed – to feel him thrusting inside her, hips pumping as he drove them both mindless.

She squeezed her internal muscles hard around his cock, and smiled as he groaned and began to pump, grinding his pelvis against her and breathing hard. The whole world was the patter of the water, now starting to cool, the thrumming of their heartbeats and the frantic, syncopated gasps of their breathing. The slow throbbing waves of electricity building between her thighs as he moved inside her started to speed and intensify, and she found herself giving frantic little whimpers of pleasure and need.

Ryker was unrelenting as he thrust in and out of her wet, willing pussy, and he buried his face against her neck, grunting with each powerful, possessive motion of his hips. His fingers tightened on the backs of her thighs and she could feel him trembling as he tried to master his sensations.

Her self-control was not as good. Sensation overwhelmed her – the rising, singing sensation in her clit, the sweet friction inside her, the tension coiled like a spring in every muscle of her body, and bliss swept over her. But it was the feeling of being Ryker’s - the memory of the predatory, possessive need in his eyes as he’d stepped into the shower stall and taken her, the sweet release of all that desperate wanting, the same want she’d seen on his face before he kissed her – that tumbled her over the edge and into the relentless spasms of a mind-blowing, spine-melting orgasm.

Ryker made a noise that sounded almost anguished as he let himself go, his cock twitching inside her as he shuddered and thrust, pursuing every last moment of pleasure he could take from sated body.





Chapter Thirteen




“Apparently your jacket was a big hit on social media,” Ryker said to Daisy as he pulled in to the school’s back parking lot. The main parking lot was full.

“I guess I should join the twenty-first century and get a Twitter account, right? Not that I’d know what to twit about. Anyway, I’ll be sure to let Jasmine know,” Daisy said. “Anything to encourage her to use her powers for good.”

“You sure you’re safe walking to the front door?” Ryker asked as he opened the door for Daisy.

“Of course I’m safe. You think the grade school kids are going to mug me?” she asked.

Ryker looked at a cluster of boys next to the playground, rolling on the ground fighting, then back at her.

“I’ve got pepper spray,” she said. “And fangs, if necessary.”

“I’ll just go break that up,” Ryker said, and loped over towards the fray.

“See you this afternoon!” she called out, and hurried around the corner towards the school. As she passed a van with darkened windows, Frasier stepped out from behind it and blocked her path.

The wheedling expression he’d had on his face the other day was gone. It had been replaced by cold anger and disgust.

“Will you give it up already?” she said with annoyance. “You’re wasting your time and mine. Actually, I really only care about my time. So listen very carefully. I’m not going back to Georgia with you.”

“Yes, you are,” Frasier snarled. A large, muscular man strode out from behind the van and stopped, uncomfortably close to Daisy. She recognized him – a pack member named Tritan, a big bully of a Beta wolf who wanted to be an Alpha. She felt a tremor of alarm ripple through her. She glanced around. Most of the kids were inside the building now, and Ryker was nowhere in sight. He was probably driving off.

“Frasier, come on,” she said, trying to stifle her uneasiness. “I am never going to agree to marry you. I don’t love you.”

“You think I love you?” he said, his lip curling in disgust. “I don’t even like you.”

“Seriously? This is your big pitch?” she demanded indignantly. “Why would I want to marry a cheating dickhead who doesn’t even like me? And why the hell would you want to marry me?”

He rolled his eyes at her stupidity. “Obviously, so our packs can combine their land, and we can give birth to a dynasty of Sheffield-Bennett cubs.”

“Please do not say things like that right after I ate breakfast,” Daisy scoffed.

She started to walk away, and he grabbed her arm, hard. His face briefly went furry, and his eyes glowed yellow.

“I’m done being embarrassed by you,” he growled. “You’re coming back to Georgia with me, now. And when we get there, you’re going to learn some manners. Go ahead and shift if you want to. I’ll shift too, and my wolf is bigger than yours.”