Sired to the alpha

19

The cabin was silent except for the crackling of the fire and the ragged sounds of our breathing. Ryker loomed over me, his golden eyes molten with hunger, his body a furnace against mine. Every inch of him was taut muscles coiled, veins tracing paths of restraint beneath his skin.

I reached up, tracing the scar along his collarbone with trembling fingers. His breath hitched, and his grip on my hips tightened just shy of painful.

"You’re still holding back," I whispered.

A low growl rumbled in his chest. His fingers flexed, claws pricking against my skin not enough to break, but enough to remind me what he was. What he could do.

"Because if I don’t," he said, voice rough, "I’ll ruin you."

I arched beneath him, pressing closer, letting him feel the way my heart raced for him. Only for him.

"Then ruin me."

Something in him snapped.

His mouth crashed into mine, teeth scraping my lower lip before his tongue swept in, claiming me with a kiss that felt like a brand. His hands slid down my body, gripping my thighs, spreading them wider as he settled between them. The friction of his jeans against my bare skin made me gasp, and he swallowed the sound greedily.

"Look at me," he demanded, pulling back just enough to lock his gaze with mine.

I obeyed, drowning in the wildfire of his irises gold bleeding into black, the beast beneath the surface clawing to get out.

His fingers traced the lace edge of my panties, teasing, before he hooked them and ripped the fabric away with a single sharp tug. I gasped, but before I could react, his mouth was on me hot, wet, devouring.

I cried out, fingers tangling in his hair as his tongue laved slow, torturous circles over my c**t. He groaned against me, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure straight to my core.

"Ryker!"

"Taste so f*****g good," he growled, his voice guttural, barely human. His fingers replaced his mouth, plunging inside me with ruthless precision, curling just so until my back arched off the bed.

He watched me unravel every twitch, every gasp with feral satisfaction. "That’s it," he murmured, dragging his tongue over his bottom lip, savoring me. "Let me hear you."

I was panting, trembling, teetering on the edge but he pulled back, leaving me empty, aching.

"Ryker"

In one fluid motion, he stripped off his jeans, freeing himself thick, heavy, perfectly impatient. He gripped himself, stroking once, his eyes never leaving mine as he lined up at my entrance.

"Last chance," he breathed, teeth gritted. "Tell me to stop."

I dug my nails into his shoulders, pulling him closer. "Never."

He thrust inside in one brutal stroke, filling me completely, stretching me until I saw stars. A ragged groan tore from his throat as he buried himself to the hilt, his forehead dropping to mine.

"f**k," he hissed. "f**k. You’re...."

I clenched around him, cutting him off, and his hips jerked reflexively.

"Mine," he finished, voice a dark promise.

Then he moved.

Slow at first deep, punishing drags that had me clawing at his back. But with every roll of his hips, his control frayed. His thrusts grew harder, faster, the bedframe rattling against the wall, his growls mingling with my moans.

"Say it," he demanded, his voice raw. "Say you’re mine."

"Yours," I gasped, nails raking down his spine. "Yours."

His fingers tangled in my hair, tilting my head back as his teeth grazed my throat not biting, but close. So close.

"Mine," he snarled against my skin.