Then, I hear it.
I hold my breath, straining to listen, half convinced my mind is playing tricks on me. There’s no way I’m this lucky**or unlucky, depending on how you see it.
There it is again: a soft, almost hesitant mewl, followed by a breathy pant.
I draw in a deep, intoxicating breath.
My wolf snarls inside, urging me to burst out the door, leap over the balcony railing, and take her right here, right now. But I can’t. This is her game**a delicate tease, a test, a way to let me know she’s listening. Oh, my mate, you are one sly little vixen.
I finally unzipped my pants, releasing the rigid steel pipe that was my erection, and wrapped my hand firmly around its base. It had been suffocating me all night while we chased our mate relentlessly across the crowded ballroom.
“Umm.” Just that soft moan from her made my knees weaken. I had to steady myself by gripping the frame of the sliding door. Those little sounds she made were driving me closer to the edge. “Yes,” she hissed, and I responded by stroking more intensely.
I’d never done anything like this before, but it was quickly climbing my list of favorite pleasures. She sounded so close, almost as if she were right outside my door. But that couldn’t be**these balconies were enormous, separated by a locked gate. Still, her voice felt like it was right there with me.
“Hmmmm,” she purred, her tone low and lingering, and I couldn’t stop myself from letting out a deep grunt. “Ryker?” That purr, uttering my name, only made me harder. Hearing my name on her lips was pure bliss. She didn’t sound shocked or offended**just confirming it was me. She wanted it to be me. That thought sent my wolf into a frenzy. His pride wouldn’t survive if she asked us to join her out there. My name whispered by her sweet voice was now my favorite sound, and anything she said to us stirred my wolf’s hunger.
“Yeah?” I growled through clenched teeth.
“I’m close. Help me. Tell me what to do.” That simple plea nearly made me lose control right then and there. I groaned, struggling to catch my breath.
After a few deep breaths to clear my head, I growled, “Slide two fingers in and out nice and slow.” Another soft pant came from her. “I want to hear how wet you are for me.”
“I need more, please.”
“Greedy girl,” I chuckled, and she whimpered softly. “Add a third finger, and use your other hand to pinch your clit.”
“Ah, yes! More.” I could hear her fingers slipping in and out of her, slick with her own juices**a sweet, intoxicating sound that would be etched in my memory forever.
“Harder, faster. Pinch it until you come hard for me, Kennedy.” I grunted, pumping my own fist in rhythm with her moans.
“Mmmm, feels so good… Ryk… Ryker, come with me… Oh, fuck… Now!!” I heard a sharp slap against the side of the house. A wild growl tore from my throat like nothing I’d ever unleashed before. I stopped breathing, my vision narrowing to black for a moment. I had never come so hard in my own hand. My hips jerked forward violently, and if I hadn’t been clutching the door frame, I would have tumbled right out onto the balcony. I had no idea where any of it landed, but it certainly wasn’t on me.
Leaning my side against the door frame, I tried to steady my breathing. What the hell had just happened? I was never going to be able to have an orgasm with another woman again. She had ruined me**and she wasn’t even in the same room.
“She’s our mate. She’s made for us. She’ll satisfy every desire you have**and probably awaken even more. You don’t take any other women. She’s all I’ll ever allow.”
“But…?”
“Holy fuck, that was hot.” I could hear her panting softly just outside her door. “Thank you. Goodnight, Alpha.” A sweet giggle floated through the air, then quiet footsteps faded as her door slid closed.
How was it even possible to get hard again just from her giggle? This woman was going to be the death of me. “Mate.” My wolf laughed at me, flashing images of her from tonight**talking, smiling, dancing, then walking away from me. Ugh. Not helping my situation at all.
It took two more intense sessions before I could finally drift off to sleep**once in the shower, imagining her touching herself to thoughts of me, and again in my bed, picturing her riding me hard and fast.
Yep. I was completely**and utterly**screwed.
Kennedy
Something absolutely scorching happened, and I’m bursting at the seams not being able to share it with anyone. I can’t even mention it to the guys**they’d lose their minds for sure. Ironically, most of their conversations revolve around sex, but when it comes to me, they shut down. And telling Rayna? No way. It was with her brother, after all. She wouldn’t want to hear about it any more than I want to hear about Jeremiah. Ugh.
I was soaked through, my body aching and sensitive in all the right places, so much so that I had to relieve myself again in the shower. The sensation was nearly as intense as when I stood close to his balcony, listening to his heavy breaths, the grunts, and the faint thud of his fist hitting his pelvis. That low growl echoing across the narrow space between us sent electric jolts through me. I climaxed so hard that even the friction from walking back to my room left me trembling, ready for more.
Later, I lay in bed, tossing and turning, the ache between my legs pulsing relentlessly. Sleep eluded me, and I found myself doing something I’d never tried before**but will definitely do again. I flipped onto my knees and rode my own hand, cowgirl style. The pleasure was fierce and freeing.
At this rate, I’m going to run out of panties by tomorrow evening if I keep this up. I guess I just have to stay away from tall, dark, and dangerously tempting men before I lose my mind.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.