Fated Under the Moon Page 11

  I was panting from his words and the nearness of his body. It wouldn't take much for him to be inside of me, and I couldn't ignore how badly my body reacted to him.

  "Let me taste you, Ariel. I'll make you come. Then you decide if you want anything more. Let me take away the ache between your legs. Just close your eyes and feel."

  I melted into him and did as he said. Maybe he was right. If I could just close my eyes and he could take away the ache, then we could move on from this preposterous notion of mates. I just needed him to take the edge off. That was all. Jesus, I sounded like a junkie.

  I felt the air hit my breasts with my eyes closed, and then his hands cupped them. His mouth covered my nipple, and his tongue flicked the hard bud. He released that nipple with a pop then moved to the next. His thumb moved over my other nipple while he sucked and flicked. My hips rocked, wanting more and thinking there was a good possibility that I would orgasm just from his touch.

  "Damn, your breasts are perfect. I like how you react to my mouth on them. I can't wait to see how you react to my mouth in other places."

  "Mmhmm." I half-moaned-half-agreed that it was what I wanted.

  He kissed down my stomach, and I felt my shorts tugged down. Then, his mouth was there. He didn't make me wait for it as he parted my folds and licked my clit.

  I opened my eyes, needing to see. Ryker was on his knees in front of me, licking my clit, and with his other hand, he stroked his length. He devoured me. I was so freaking turned on and ready to come. As if knowing that my body was lit up, I felt his finger push inside of me, making me moan out, "Yes, there," I cried out, grinding my hips forward.

  I gripped his hair and pulled it. God, this was good. He pushed another finger in, and that was all it took. With his head against me, I cried out in ecstasy as the most intense orgasm rippled through me. He stilled his fingers but didn't release them. Instead, he continued pumping his dick. They were slow, even strokes, and I wanted... No, I needed to touch him. My body desperately burned for him. I had to have him. It was the only thought coursing my mind.

  Need. Need. Need. A mantra played on repeat in my mind.

  I no longer could think about how he was touching me or where. All I thought was he needed to be inside me, and I needed him to fill me up. I needed him.

  I'd never needed anyone, and especially not like this.

  "I need you. I need you. I need you," I panted.

  "You feel it? That undeniably strong pull? It's the bond between fated mates." Ryker looked up from between my legs while he spoke and continued to stroke himself.

  I should've thought about what he was asking, but having him was all I could think about. "Now, Ryker. I need you now."

  I tugged him by the hair and pulled him up towards me. He removed his fingers and stood towering over me. He had a glint in his eye as he asked, "How badly do you need me?"

  I grabbed for his dick, just needing it inside of me. I'd never felt so single thought-driven as I did in that second. I had to have him inside me. That thought was on repeat and wouldn't be sated until he was seated.

  He moved back a step, so his dick was out of reach, and I lost it. I smacked him on his arm, and my nails hit him just right, scratching him, and nearly yelled, "Stop playing with me!" I saw his wolf flash in his eyes, and then, I swear, his face morphed between half-man and half-wolf. It was fast, but I saw it, I was sure of it.

  Ryker's face lost all playful demeanor, and he lunged for me. I barely felt the cold stone from the boulder beneath my back as Ryker leaned over me. I hooked my leg around his back and pulled him closer to me, but he didn't need prodding. In one deep thrust, he came down and slammed into me.

  My God, he was big. His fullness stretched me to almost a painful place, but it didn't matter because he was inside me. My other leg wrapped around his back, and I ground down as he pumped frantically in and out of me. It happened so fast that I wasn't prepared for it. My orgasm rippled through me like a hot lightning bolt, and I screamed out, "Yes, Ryker. Yes. Fuck me."

  He nipped the skin on my collarbone. That sweet pain added with the force of his thrusts made me scream.

  "Fuck, your pussy is sweet."

  He lifted me up by the ass and took me off the boulder. I clung to him with my arms wrapped around him and my legs around his waist as he continued to fuck me. He moved us to a flat area on the ground, and he sat down, still completely rooted inside me.

  I knew an opportunity when I saw one. I unhooked my legs and planted my feet on the ground, and used that leverage to ride him. I'd never been so wild in my life. I'd never felt so out of control and in control at the same time as I rode him. He grabbed my breasts and thumbed my nipples as I bounced up and down.

  "You feel so good," I said in between moans. Ryker pushed up hard and fast, making me yell out. Suddenly, I realized he was letting me play, but he quickly shifted the power between us. His thrusts were so wild that I planted my hands on his shoulders to hold on. When that didn't work, I bent forward. My breasts pressed against his chest, and I wanted to be closer to him. I realized we hadn't even kissed yet. I grabbed Ryker's beard and said in a breathy tone, "Kiss me, Wolf." His eyes lit up in surprise as I slammed my lips against his, stealing whatever he was about to say.

  His lips were soft, but his facial hair was prickly. He nipped at my lip, then he parted his lips and licked them. I opened my mouth, and his tongue thrust inside mine. At the same time, his dick surged forward. He swallowed my moan, and I found myself clawing at his skin as another longer, sweeter orgasm tore through me. He broke our kiss and stared into my eyes as the orgasm rocked my entire world.

  "Your eyes," he said as the last ripples of pleasure shot through me.

  "What about them?" I asked as he looked at me, nearly mesmerized. His dick throbbed inside of me and pushed me up, making me forget about my question. I gently raised myself on his dick then moved back down, sitting up again as I did.

  "Swing around on my dick. I saw your tits bounce. Now I want to see that ass."

  I bit my lip, feeling turned on by his order. I'd never been with a take-charge kind of guy, and I liked it. Using my planted feet, I turned around without losing him. His shift inside me made me pause and adjust to his size and the new feel from a different angle. Once I turned away from him, I felt his hands on the curve of my ass.

  "Your ass is so fucking perfect. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen."

  I lifted up and down, and I swear I felt him part my cheeks so that he could see everything. I'd never been exposed like that, but it didn't really matter. I was riding him, but I did not doubt that he was the one in charge here. I lifted slowly and played with the tip, squeezing it with my pussy, and gently rocked the top of his dick. If he wanted a show, I could give that to him.

  He groaned in response, so I slowly came down on his shaft, and wow, oh, wow, was this position a different sensation.

  "You got it in you to take more play?" he asked, and I moaned. "Mmhmm," in response.

  His hand roamed up my side, brushed against my breast then came back down around my front, where two fingers rolled circles on my clit.

  "Yes," I said breathily and continued to move up and down. Then was shocked when I felt his other thumb rub against my anus. There was so much sensation going in every direction. I was going to come again soon. I wondered how much longer he could hang on without his own release. His fingers continued circling in the front. Then I felt the smallest prod from his finger at the back. I'd never done anything remotely like this, and this was our first sexual encounter. He pushed his finger in just a little further and cooed, "That's it. Ride me just like that."

  I did what he said and moved. It was slow at first while I adjusted to everything, then felt his patience wane as he thrust inside me in a hard fast stroke. The sensation, all of it was too much, and I was screaming then coming. Without pausing for my orgasm to fade, he moved me to my knees. His hand left my clit, and his thumb left my ass, but I never lost his cock.

  Everything else had felt like it was simply play up until that point. It was then that he fucked me. His hand was in my hair, and his thrusts were hard and fast. He slammed into me over and over. There was a bite of pain, but it was a delicious pain. He bent over me, and I felt his warm breath by my ear, "You're mine. Your body. Your heart. And your fucking soul, all of it. All of you. Your hot cunt, and this tight ass. Mine," he declared, then I felt his teeth graze my shoulder as he bit into my skin. He jerked forward at the same time, causing me to orgasm again, only this time he did too, and the feel of his warm seed spurting inside of me did something to me. I felt tingles throughout my body. It began at the tips of my toes and shot up my body, down my arms and through my torso, and finally to my head. My heart rate began to increase, and I felt off. Not like I was in an orgasm-induced haze. No, this was different.

  I began to feel panicky and wanted to pull away. I couldn't take it. My body started to feel like it was on fire. Ryker felt me trying to pull away and jerked my hips holding me in place. "You take all of me." He had no clue what was happening to me, and I tried to speak but couldn't get it out. He continued to orgasm, and I clawed at the earth, trying to get away. My vision was fading, and I felt like I was electrified. I'd never felt anything like it before.

  Ryker grunted then I faintly heard him howl before my vision turned blue and everything around me was in a blue haze. I tried to get away with one more failed attempt when I felt him still behind me and kiss my neck. It was then that everything went dark, and I lost consciousness.

  Chapter Thirteen

  "I want fucking answers, and I want them now," Ryker snapped. I opened my eyes but couldn't see anything.

  "We're doing everything we can. I have a call out to Roderick and one to Smith," Mindy said
, trying to calm Ryker down.

  "I know that, Mins! I'm the one who fucking ordered you to do it. When will Doc be here?"

  "As soon as Janis Davies delivers."

  "Find out how dilated she is," he ordered.

  "I called..."

  "Call again!"

  I heard shuffling, and it sounded like Mindy had left the room. Then it was confirmed when I heard her further away say, "Reece, you're up!"

  "He's not going to listen to me. How would you feel if you were him? He's been waiting how long for his fated mate? She's not even wolf, and then this?"

  "Enough!" Ryker yelled, and I heard something hit the wall and break as it hit the ground, clattering in several places.

  "Fuck," he cursed. I heard his voice more like a murmur and realized he must've left the room. I started to sit up, but my entire body was in pain as I moved.

  I thought back to what I could remember. I was at the lake; I nearly drowned, and then, oh, my God, Ryker was a werewolf! I had this undeniable urge to fuck him, and then he was coming, and there was pain.

  My vision was blue!

  I moved my hand to my eyes despite the pain, clenching my teeth the entire time. I felt a cloth, and as quickly as I could make my painful hand move, I removed it. I blinked, adjusting to the dim room. My eyes were sensitive and a little painful, but I could see, and thankfully, it was back to normal. I wonder why they had a blindfold on me.

  Taking in my surroundings, I noticed I was in an entirely new-to-me space. The bed was massive. It was similar in color to the furniture I'd seen of Ryker's. It was too dark in the room for me to see the details. My eyes scanned the room, and I found it hard to turn my head. Why did I feel like I was hit by a freight train?

  I should just call out to Ryker and see if he had any answers, but I was a little afraid I'd want to jump him again. I could barely move, but for some reason, I thought the pull would still be strong. Then again, when I woke up, he was in here, and I didn't pounce, so maybe I was okay.

  Well, I couldn't just lay here in pain with no answers, could I? I opened my mouth to call out Ryker's name, and a squeak came out. All right, I needed water. I tried again, and this time, I managed a very raspy, "Ryk."

  He rushed into the room. "Ariel, you're up. Thank God," He moved next to me and sat on the edge of the bed. "You took off the blindfold."

  I nodded and whispered, "Water."

  "She needs water," Ryker ordered, and I didn't see anyone in the room, but a second later, Reece walked in holding a glass of water. I tried to sit up to take it from Ryker but winced in pain as I did.

  "Get her a straw," he ordered.

  "Don't move, okay? I can see how much pain you're in. He'll get a straw, and I'll put it to your lips." He brushed the hair back from my face and caressed the side of my cheek. I tilted my head into his palm and felt a little bit of relief where he touched me.

  Reece walked in with a metal straw. "What's this?" Ryker asked Reece.

  "I don't know. It's Mindy's. She's all about 'Save the turtles.'"

  Ryker nodded, took the straw, motioned for Reece to leave, put it in the glass, then pressed the metal to my lips. I sipped the water and felt the cool liquid ease the dryness in my throat. After a few seconds, he moved the glass away and set it on the nightstand.

  He touched my face again. "God, I was so scared."

  "Where am I?" I managed to get out.

  "You're at my home on the farm."

  I looked at him confusingly.

  "I have the apartment in town. I like to watch over things and be near the center of town, but then I have a house on the farm. I'm the big one at the end, by Ashton's."

  I suddenly wondered if they were all werewolves. It didn't cross my mind earlier, but now that I had a second to think, I wondered if the wolves in the field were... Holy shit, I think they were Grey, Micah, Reece, and Mindy. If I thought about it, I knew which wolf was who. Mindy had to be the fawn-colored wolf. Grey was the large grey one. Reece was the smaller black one, and Micah was the brown one. Wow.

  "I can see wheels turning in your head. You have a lot of questions, but so do I. Here, drink." He put the straw to my lips again. I drank, and when he pulled the straw away, I had a small amount of water on my lip. His thumb stroked over my lip, and it instantly made me think of his lips on mine. Then, I thought about his lips in other places. That was the sexiest experience I ever had. I quickly thought about all the orgasms and found myself getting wet at the thought of it. My entire body ached, but could I still react to him?

  "I can smell you. Whatever you're thinking about, stop. I can't fuck you again, and the need to do so is still so strong."

  My mind traveled to him fucking me, then coming, and the pain. Why did it hurt like that? Why was I still in so much pain?

  "What happened?" I asked. My voice felt better the more I drank, and the more he touched me.

  "Do you not remember?

  "I remember how badly I needed you." I squirmed, and for the first time, I felt the ache he promised I'd have between my legs. He noticed the movement, and I watched his face as it morphed into what could only be described as a sad smile.

  "I'm sorry," he said. "I don't know why that happened, but I'm so sorry it did."

  Hurt washed through me. Was he sorry we were together? As if he sensed where his apology led me, he quickly said, "Not for that. Never for that. I'm sorry for what happened to you."

  "What happened? I remember the pain and ice and blue."

  "Blue?"

  I shook my head, trying to make sense of it all. "Tell me what happened."

  "First, let me say to you, I've never had sex like that."

  Okay, did I do something wrong? I looked at him like WTF, and he ignored my look and pressed the straw to my lips again, making me take a sip.

  I wanted him to continue, but something occurred to me. When his hand was on me, my pain was less, and the moment he took it away, I felt it come back. "Your touch lessens the pain."

  "What?"

  "My entire body hurts. Every muscle. Sort of like whiplash, but worse. My eyes are sensitive, and my head is killing me, but when you touch me, it makes it a little better."

  Ryker stood and kicked off his shoes, then climbed into bed next to me. Where his bare skin touched me, I felt the pain recede, but where his jeans touched me, it was abrasive and caused me a little more pain. "I need your skin on mine. It's your bare skin that's helping."

  He immediately whipped his shirt off, tossing it on the ground, then stripped himself of his jeans and boxer briefs and pressed his entire body next to mine.

  "It's working. Oh, God, the pain was horrible. You're doing it." I wiggled my fingers and could move them without feeling like every inch of my hand would shatter. "Take this shirt off me. I need as much skin-to-skin contact as possible."

  He did as I asked. I winced as he moved me, but the pain was considerably less than when I first woke up. "I'm going to roll you on top of me. Do you think you can handle it?"

  I knew it would hurt, but I hoped it would stop this pain by fully touching him. "Yeah."

  "Ready?"

  "Mmhmm."

  His arm went under me, and as quickly as he could, he rolled me on top of him. I couldn't help the cry of pain that escaped me.

  "I'm sorry."

  I settled on him. My head pressed against his chest, and I breathed in deeply, grateful for the contact and how much my pain was lessening. "Thank you. It's getting so much better."

  His arms wrapped around me, making me feel safe, and my pain level reduced to just aches instead of debilitating pain. I relaxed into him.

  "Now, back to what happened. You were saying you never had sex like that before."

  He groaned. "I'm not sure I can talk about sex with you pressed against me. My instinct to mate with you is strong. The only thing holding me back is my instinct to protect you overrides all else."

  "What does that mean, 'your instinct?'"

  "Wolves have mates. Sometimes, it is a mate they chose, and sometimes, it's a fated mate. I could've had a mate, but as the Alpha in the pack, I've waited for my fated mate. It always felt important for me to wait."

  "And you think that's me?"

  "Not think, Ariel. I know it's you. When I said I've never had sex like that before, I meant it. I'm always in control. Always. And my wolf fought me to get out. It was like he wanted you as badly as I did."