“Stay. Away. From. My. Mate. Next time, no one will stop me.” My words are a growl, fierce and unyielding. Then I turn and stride back toward the house, silently thanking the Goddess that Ryker lets me go. Had he tried to keep me here to talk or explain, he might have lost some fingers.
Once inside our room, I freeze at the doorway. I can’t bring myself to enter. Amy was here. She’s tainted this space**the one Ryker said no other female had ever been in before me. And now, by sprawling across the bed I share with him, she’s stolen that from me. She must have smelled my scent there and done it anyway. What kind of sick person does something like that?
I move past the bed, heading straight to the patio. I need a moment to truly calm down before I can think clearly and plan my next move. I’ve kept blankets here for when I read outside. It’s not cold, but there’s enough chill in the air to want to wrap up warm. I burrow into the cushions and blankets, letting the tears fall. This time, they’re tears of anger**anger that she dared to come here without any consequences, anger that no one dealt with her until now, anger that I feel like she got off too easy, and anger that I let her consume so much of my thoughts.
“Kennedy, baby. Where do you want me to take you?” Ryker’s voice breaks through the quiet night.
“Mmm?” I murmur, eyes still heavy with sleep.
“You don’t want to sleep in our room, and I get why. I’ll fix it tomorrow, but I can’t stay out here, and I can’t sleep without you now. So, where do you want to go, baby?”
I grumble, still half-asleep but simmering with frustration. “You let her go again. You always let her get away with touching you, being close to you… and she… she… she sucks.” I turn my head away, curling deeper into the patio chaise.
“This time, I didn’t have to do a damn thing. You basically banned her from everything. But we can talk about your Luna aura in the morning, once you’re awake enough to explain it.” His lips press gently against my temple, and I can’t hold back the soft moan that escapes me.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, and then suddenly I’m weightless, drifting off with no memory of what happens next.
When I stir in the early morning light, it’s to Ryker’s full, undeniable presence pressing against me. I wiggle slightly, testing if he’ll move in his sleep**after all, I can always blame anything on that.
A deep growl rumbles from his chest as his fingers dig into my hip. “Sleep, mate. Apparently, you like to talk when you’re angry. You just completely crashed a couple of hours ago.”
I smile softly to myself, snuggling closer into his warmth. He lets out a little whine but doesn’t shift, and I drift back into sleep, comforted by the steady rhythm of his breathing.
I wake up again, draped across Ryker’s massively chiseled chest. I take a deep breath in, reveling in his Rosemary mint scent, then roll out of bed trying not to disturb him. I look around to see where we ended up. Surprisingly we are back in my room. He didn’t bother fixing the door, it’s pushed off to the side. I look around and nothing has been touched aside from the things he had moved into his bedroom. It feels like forever since I have been in here.
I do notice the statue that looks like Alpha has been propped on my bedside table, but there is an addition. There is a lamb statue carved with the same amount of detail standing next to Alpha. They way they are standing though, it’s as if they are puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly. I wonder if the same shopkeeper made it. The curve of the wolf’s body is just enough for the lamb to curl in, the lamb’s front leg crosses over the wolf’s in a possessive and protective way. The underside of the wolf’s muzzle fits right on top of the lambs head without hiding the lamb’s face whose eyes are the same shade as mine.
I smile walking over to the balcony doors, taking in the haze of sunrise coming over the trees. Last night I remember him mentioning something about me talking a lot when I am angry. I can only imagine what I said. But, if it’s anything like drunk Kennedy talking, I told him exactly what I thought about him, Amy, and anyone else my brain could remember while contemplating life and threatening his manhood. I try not to laugh as I head to the bathroom and decide what his torture is going to be this morning. He has to break eventually. I am determined to make him break. I need him to let loose with me.
An hour later I hear the door slide open quietly. I don’t know how long he watches me before he can’t handle it anymore. I can feel when he’s close, like the pressure in the air changes when he’s near. But that is the same pressure whether he is sleeping or awake.
“Is that the only move you know how to do Little Lamb?” He groans out.
“It seems to be a favorite of yours, so I may or may not repeat it a few extra times just for you.” I look back and smile my best smile in this awkward position. Downward dog makes my ass look good, so it’s worth it.
“You have no idea.” He mumbles moving behind me. So close, and yet so far.
“You know there is plenty we can do if you’re still afraid of s*x.” I tease, snaking down into a cobra position as slow as my muscles will allow.
He clears his throat. “I’m not afraid of s*x.” I adjust my feet so this time when I push back up, I’m pressed up right against his throbbing c*ck. I can feel it pulsing, sending a rush of wet heat to my core.
“Prove it.” I whisper and he groans.
“I don’t know if I will be able to stop once we start.” He massages the outside of my thighs. Now we’re getting? somewhere.
“I don’t want you to stop until I am screaming your name.” Back down to cobra, just out of reach.
I push back up, my arms are shaking from being out here and holding these positions for so long, trying to seduce him.
“F*ck, Kennedy.” He groans again, grabbing me.
“Yes, please.” he growls and before I know what’s happening my leggings are off my ass and around my thighs. Ryker is on his knees behind me palming my bare ass, skiting his thumbs so close to my center where I really need him. “Please.” I beg again.
Then it finally happens, a slow light caress of his thumb from my center to my cl*t and back. “You’re soaked, baby. Is this all for me?
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.