Chapter 11
Ryan’s Lion was furious. He was clawing at his skin, raging inside his head as he slammed El against the wall.
Her legs were around his thighs and she’d torn out the gusset of her pants herself after she’d climbed astride him.
With her back to the wall, he was free to f**k into her. His c**k was hard, pounding in a way that at any other time would make him feel sick in the belief that he was mistreating her.
His heart was like a piston but he didn’t care. His Lion didn’t care.
He needed his mate. The beast did, too.
His was calling to her, he realized, and El was replying.
As he bit at her neck, his teeth and nails digging into her skin, she responded with snarls of aggression and a play of tongue and teeth too.
She met him. Growl for growl. Roar for roar. And he loved i
