And There Were Wolves

two | 'cause you weren't mine to lose

RYKER

"I know what you need."

I looked into her face, half-covered in shadows. "What?" My voice sounded harsh and my breathing was hard, as if I had just run a marathon merely a few moments ago.

She ran her small hands up my bare chest and rose onto the balls of her feet. "This." She kissed the side of my neck. The hot, moist pull of her mouth on my skin slammed into my chest, forcing the air from my lungs and I had more trouble breathing. "You need this." Her warm breath brushed across my throat, and despite everything else, I shuddered. My whole body felt so alive. Every cell was sensitive to her satin touch, craving for more.

"Yes," I agreed, raising my hands and letting my fingers tangle in her dark hair. I brought her head back and gazed into her lust-heavy honey eyes as I lowered my mouth one more time, down to her sweet, wet lips. She tasted good, like the pleasure I'd been missing in my life. Like sex. Like hot, hungry sex. The kind that ripped a man apart and left him thrashed and willing to die just for one more taste. Just one more taste of her.

Oddly enough, Khrysaor let me have this moment, although usually he always eagerly pushed me away so he could indulge himself in sexual pleasure. And even though I usually had let him, feeling like I owed it to him, I felt like I would push him away should he wish to come forward this time. Because this was not just any random woman, this was her and with her, this felt different. Unlike that time in the bathroom, she had no hesitation when her tongue slid into my mouth, slick and wanting.

I returned her long, hungry kisses vigorously, and as her hands slid over my body, my muscles grew taut wherever she touched. Her fingers combed through the short hair on my chest. Touching me while at the same time leaving little trails of fire across my flesh.

I lifted my head, gasping for air, and looked straight into her face, at her lips, pouty and wet, and her eyes, shining with desire. We both knew the inevitable would happen, that no one would interrupt us and we would finally succumb to our most basic instinct, this irresistible temptation, this promise of a release. She stepped back and took her bra off. Except for a pair of white panties, she was naked beneath. I didn't want to hold back, so I dived straight into that wild primal place beating in my chest and groin and I pushed her down onto the bed. Her panties disappeared along with the rest of my clothes, and I lay down on her soft, warm body.

"Don't you agree now?" she whispered next to my ear as I pulled back and drove into her. Getting deeper and hitting harder. Her back arched and a smile of satisfaction was formed on her moist lips. "This is precisely what you need, Ryker Cromwell."

My eyes flew open, and I stared up at the dark ceiling above me. My heart pounded loudly in my chest and my groin ached. Desire pulled at my testicles and I slid my hand beneath the sheets just to make sure. I laid my palm across my boxers and on top of a rock-hard hard-on. I sucked in a breath through my teeth at both the pleasure and the pain. My erection heated the cotton of my underwear and warmed my palm. Fuck! I curled my fingers around the long, hard length of it.

I glanced at the clock on the nightstand and noticed that it was three o'clock in the morning. How was I supposed to get married to Alana in less than seven hours if I had just dreamt about Xyrra? Not only that but because of an erotic dream about her, I was as hard as a steel club.

My wolf took this turn to comment. 'Precisely why you shouldn't go through with the wedding.'

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XYRRA

"Alana will be so mad if she knows that I arrived late," commented Brett as we took the seat at the back, not wanting to draw any attention toward us. The traffic was terrible on workdays, let alone on a Sunday.