Alpha Ryder, You Have Lost Me Forever

TEN

Chapter Ten

Ryder’s POV

Damn it, but I think I’m losing my mind. No, I’ve lost it because why am I kissing Seraphina when all I’ve been telling myself since I rejected her as my mate is to stay far away from her?

I pull her chin, savoring the taste of her lips against mine, as I explore all the crevices of her mouth. She tastes like heaven. I didn’t plan to bolt down to this pub to find Seraphina and kiss her silly like my life depended on it when it was brought to my notice that she defied my order and snuck out of the pack walls.

I was so livid. I left my duties in the pack and immediately began searching for every possible place she could have gone, after hearing about how she dressed. I knew the best bet was a club, and considering that she’s still new in town, only three places came to mind.

My guess was right. I found her in the last place I checked, The Place, after overhearing a bunch of randy men talk about an unfamiliar woman who looked like a vixen they would want to have a taste of. I knew it was her because I could smell her scent from afar. It took everything in me not to pounce on them and vent my anger and frustration on them. Instead, I opted for saving my anger for the man stealing her attention, just as they mentioned him.

I couldn’t resist the urge to vent my frustration on him when I saw him with her. f*****g hell! No man deserved to be that close to her—not in that hot outfit of hers that I felt like ripping off since the very second I saw her.

My whole body is on fire as I grab her neck, choking her softly as I continue to r****h her lips. My wolf desires her—more than any other woman I’ve ever met. My c**k is raging hard underneath my pair of jeans. I kiss the soft spot in her neck, which feels hot against my lips, and her arms wrap around me.

I don’t want to slow down. I want to take her here and now, and it took everything in me to stop for a moment to know if she also wants this.

Her eyes are fiery—burning with desire for me as they lock with mine. That’s all I need to know. She hops on me, straddling me, a primal sense of confidence taking over her. She’s sitting right on my rock-hard c**k, and she begins grinding on me.

I don’t even have the time to savor the moment. Her chest is pressing on me, and I can feel her hard pebbles against me. I hold her by the waist, applying more pressure against my c**k with her bosom.

“Gosh! You’re f*****g hot, Seraphina,” I say against the shell of her ear, gripping her thighs tight.

“Tell me more,” she says, utterly overtaken by pleasure, her eyes glassy as she stares into me like she can see the depth of my soul.

“I wanted to rip off the excuse of an outfit you had on since I walked into that pub.”

“Oh, really?” She says, splashing her hands over my chest, and I run a hand through my hair.

“f**k, yes! You had my attention immediately. This should be illegal.”

“Why don’t you do something about that desire? Fun fact, I do look a whole lot better without clothes on,” she says, her voice sultry and smooth like velvet. More blood rushes to my groin, which makes my hard-on almost painful, and I let out a low, guttural groan.

I take no time in undressing her till she’s half-nude in front of me, and I take a moment to appreciate the work of art before me.

“Holy f**k! Your breasts are divine. I could worship them all day,” I say out loud without even realizing it. Her n*****s are puckered, and there is a piercing on one of them. I grab them like a starving beast, loving their feel in my palms.

She hugs me tighter, as if her life depends on me, and her hand snakes lower. She moves them to my back, feeling the broadness. My mouth clamps on her breast, and my tongue flicks over her n****e—the pierced one.

She doesn’t come off to me as someone who could pierce her n****e, and a part of me is curious as to why she only pierced one.

“I love the piercing,” I say, removing my lips just long enough to stare into her eyes, and she gives a nod.

“I had it a couple of months ago.”

“I would never have thought that you’d have this kind of piercing. I like that you’re full of surprises,” I say as I continue to devour her breasts. But before I can say something else, she fiddles with my belt, removing it from my jeans, and she instantly unbuttons the fly of the jeans.

Her fingers brush slightly against my bulge, which she gives a gentle pat after.

“You’re packing. A pity that I don’t have the patience to devour you.”

“We can…always arrange for that,” I say, shrugging myself out of my jeans, and my boxers follow with one swift move of her hand. My c**k springs to life that instant, jutting forward.

She licks her lips, and my c**k responds in excitement. For a moment, I wonder what it would feel like to have her pretty mouth swallowing me, with tears of pleasure coating her eyes and soiling her mascara, while I f**k her deep in the throat till all she can scream is my name.

She removes her panties and kicks off the rest of her clothing before repositioning herself against my c**k, and I push myself forward.

She strokes my c**k slightly, and when her thumb grazes the head, I grit my teeth and grab her thighs tightly. I can feel the precum on my c**k, and she licks her finger before glossing my d**k with her slick and wet p***y.

Juices coat my c**k, and when she pushes my c**k inside her entrance, I guide her by helping her stay well-positioned.

She begins to ride me, and I hold on to her thighs like I never want to let go. The thrust begins slowly, but the moment her pelvis stretches, I increase my pace, and she takes more of my length.

Her t**s bounce in my face as she continues to ride me, and my head begins to spin from pleasure. She looks utterly beautiful this way, and I wish I could take a picture of this moment. It’s like an avalanche as our muscles contract, and she pulls me even closer, letting our sweat mingle.

“Oh, Ryder!” She cries, taken over by pleasure as I turn her over, taking full control.

“f**k me harder, Ryder,” she cries, and I pound into her with full force, each thrust harder than the last.

Her p***y walls clench against me, and her moans intensify. f*****g hell, they are like music to my ears, and I could listen to them on repeat forever.

Her body is slick against mine, and I continue to ram into her with an animalistic urge, my wolf taking over, and she lets me.

Her eyes water, and when I feel her reaching yet another o****m, I don’t stop. I want to satisfy her like no man has ever done. I give her many more orgasms until I feel mine coming. I groan, exploding into her, and we remain like that for a minute or two—sated, spent.

I kiss her glistening forehead and hug her closer to me till her breathing comes back to normal.

“Let’s go to my place,” I say after a moment, and I feel her nod against my chest.

The night is about to get longer.