Ryder, page 4
part #2 of Her Monster Series
A groan escaped my lips, and like a trigger, I found myself flipped over onto my belly. My squeak was one of a rude awakening. There was something vulnerable about being sprawled out on a man’s lap, especially one you’ve never met before. But no, he wasn’t only a man—he was an alpha. I needed to remember that.
Beneath my cheek, the gray leather couch was cool and buttery soft. The decision of what to do with my hands was taken from me when he gathered them up and pressed them into the couch above my head.
“Keep them here,” he said. After, he brushed my hair back from my face, exposing me to his eyes. The subtle lighting was enough to illuminate the stark lines of his face.
I would question what I was doing, but I was already too far gone.
“You okay, baby?” He traced his fingers over my cheek.
“Yes.”
“Good. I’m going to pull your dress up now.”
My tummy turned over slowly at his words and the way his fingertips traced over the seam of my lips. At the same time, his other hand tugged the hem of my skirt up. His eyes were on mine the whole time, watching me, observing my reaction. My breath hitched. There was a certain decadence about his broad hand skimming under the skirt before tugging it out of the way. “I was wondering what was underneath this pretty little dress.”
“I thought you weren’t interested,” I said. He’d admitted his attraction to me, but earlier, I hadn’t known that.
“Baby, if I’d been any more interested, you’d have been flat on your back in the middle of the dance floor and I’d have been rutting you the way only an alpha can.”
His words reminded me that he wasn’t a normal human. I thought back on a news article I’d seen a couple of days ago. A newly revealed alpha went crazy in the local shopping mall. Even young, he’d possessed an otherworldly power. I wondered how old Ryder was. I guessed his late twenties to early thirties. Certainly, compared to the young alpha who’d approached me in the private bar, he was mature. There were shadows in his eyes that spoke of brutality and dark happenings.
I remembered what he said a short time ago. There was no easy road to Desparion.
He pinched my ass through my panties, and I yelped.
“You got somewhere better to be, baby?”
“No!” I almost tacked on, ‘sir.’
But I was out of my head and my focus split between the thumb brushing back and forth over my lips and the palm cupping my ass, only my silk panties separating him and my heat.
“I want to pull your panties down,” he said, stroking a fallen lock back from my forehead. “Can I do that, Emma?”
“Yes, I want you to.”
I wanted a lot more.
I wanted him to strip me naked.
I wanted to get my hands on the thing I saw bulging the denim of his pants. I had no shame, had never been reserved about sharing pleasure, yet with Ryder, I had a strong notion I’d bitten off more than I could chew. His thumb hooked under my panties, and he tugged them down, the movement shockingly abrupt.
My body responded like he’d lit a fire under my skin, and everything coiled up.
“Good girl,” he said. “Fuck, your ass looks amazing. Perfect kind of plump.” Then his big, warm hand was there against my skin, sliding, squeezing gently, roughly, gently again. “I’m going to spank you now. If you need me to stop, say so, okay?”
“Yes,” I said. Subconsciously, I fidgeted, pushing my ass into his hand.
His dark chuckle seemed to emphasize how far out of my depth I was.
“Just get on with it.”
His hand lifted, and I thought for a moment he was going to pull away and kick me out the room, then it landed against my skin with a thunderous clap. The sharp sting was followed by my shocked gasp. “The fuck!” I was still processing spank number one when his hand lifted and came back down, this time on the other cheek.
“That’s for pretending to be drunk.”
“What?”
Spank! Spank!
The next two were sharper still, and I twisted, throwing a scowl at him. A hand planted in the middle of my back, pushing me back down. “Do you want me to stop, Emma?”
“Well, no.”
Spank! Spank!
“Fuck! That stings. What happened to the buildup?”
Spank! Spank!
Jesus! A short time ago, I was gloating over my lack of cursing. Now I was like Sloane!
Spank! Spank!
The pain morphed into a dull ache, and the dull ache kicked off a throbbing between my legs. My pussy clenched with every spank, and now I was biting my lips to stifle my groan.
“There we go,” he said, palm gliding over my ass.
“Was, ah, that it? Are we done now?” I was ready to move on to the good part, restless underneath his touch. My pussy felt slick, and the nipple he’d petted earlier began to throb in tandem. I wanted his mouth there and his hands, and I wanted him to do something about this terrible ache.
What I didn’t anticipate was for him to spank me again.
Spank! Spank!
“If you suspect a man is an asshole, you don’t fucking go up to him. Understood?”
“What?”
Spank! Spank!
“Yes!”
Spank! Spank!
“Fuck!”
“Especially not in the fucking alpha zone!”
Spank! Spank!
“And don’t ever.”
Spank! Spank!
“Get in an elevator with a man you’ve never met before.”
Spank! Spank!
“But I got in the elevator with you!”
Spank! Spank!
“Exactly!”
I was confused, aroused, and the sting had risen to a fiery kind of roar. My pussy was wet and slippery.
“You need a belt to this ass. That little love tap hasn’t begun to get the point across.”
“Love tap?!”
He chuckled, his big hand moving over my heated skin, pausing to pinch here and there. With every pinch, it was like he was pinching my clit.
“Fine, baby. No more tonight,” he said, only he was wearing a wolfish grin, so I thought he was teasing me. “Open.” His thumb brushed up against my lips, and I opened, allowing it to push inside. My tongue swirled around it, and I sucked.
His eyes turn hooded. The hand skimming my ass slid down, tracing all the way over the lips of my pussy, making me shudder and suck harder. His fingers grazed dangerously close to my clit before sliding all the way back up. I groaned as he withdrew his thumb from my mouth.
“I want you naked,” he said. “Naked and spread out on my bed.”
“Please. Yes, all of that.”
“Let’s get rid of these, shall we?” My panties were tugged past my knees, over my feet, and tossed somewhere on the floor. Carefully, he turned me over and brushed the hair back from my face with a tenderness that brought a catch to my breath.
“You’re beautiful like this,” he said. “Cheeks flushed, pussy weeping, eager for my touch.”
I swallowed as his head lowered and his mouth came down over mine. There was nothing slow about the kiss. He plundered me, his tongue thrusting in and out and an imitation of sex.
My hands were in his hair, fisting the soft locks, a needy whimper in my throat, thighs scissoring. I needed to be closer. I pushed him back, straddling his hips, and now I was the one kissing him.
Strong fingers speared my hair, dragging me off. We sat there, facing one another, panting gusty breaths. His eyes were so beautiful, I became lost in them. His scent, delicious and spicy, suddenly exploded in the air and became the only thing I could breathe. I groaned, staring at his lips now, wishing they were on me.
“Emma, look at me.” I snatched my eyes away to meet his. “Ask me to take your dress off.”
“Please. Do it. Rip my dress off. I want you to.”
His hands found the hem of my dress, pushing it up over my ass, over my waist, and then he stopped. My breath was trapped in my lungs. He was staring at me, staring at what he’d exposed.
“What a pretty little pussy,” he said. “All slick and glistening. Is that for me? Are you wet, Emma? Is your pussy drenched, thinking about being filled by a big alpha cock?”
I licked my lips. I definitely was. “Yes.”
“Let’s get this all the way off,” he said. I lifted my arms as he dragged it up. It landed with a soft whoosh on the floor behind me. I didn’t have a bra on. I wasn’t generous up top, and the dress was designed so that I didn’t need one, anyway.
His throat worked as he swallowed. He was looking at my breasts. I was slim and while far from perfect, I was comfortable with what I had, but against the impossible alpha before me, I was struck by nerves I’d never experienced before. Ryder was a man mountain, his shoulders straining the material of his T-shirt, his biceps bulging as hands spanned the bottom of my ribs. Was I enough?
His eyes turned hooded, and he seemed to drink me in. “Come here, baby. Feed me these pretty tits.”
He drew me forward with one arm banding around my waist, putting my breasts on the perfect level with his mouth. He nuzzled the side and drew in a deep breath. The first press of his lips was light and tender, then he shocked me when he sucked hard.
I groaned, and he sucked harder still. My pussy began to throb in tandem with his mouth. Was he marking me?
It sent a thrill coursing through me. I wanted him to mark me. I wanted something to remember this when it was all done. He stopped, lips moving onto fresh territory, and sucked sharply once again. His nose rubbed over my nipple, followed by his lips. This time when he sucked, he took my nipple and half my breast into his warm wet mouth.
He growled, a deep rumbly purring noise that did not bring to mind disappointment but rather satisfaction.
He looked up, still sucking, catching me watching him. His lips popped off, and he snatched a brief kiss from my lips before moving to the other side.
“Absolute perfection,” he rumbled before sucking far too roughly and yet also perfectly. It made me sore, but I couldn’t get enough, and I buried my fingers in his soft, silken hair that was a little too long to be civilized.
He wasn’t civilized. He wasn’t a man, he was an alpha. He feasted. There was no other word to describe his actions as he gave attention to one breast, then the other, making my pussy hot and my body sing, pinching one nipple as he tended to the other with his mouth until I was restless with pleasure.
The longer it went on, the more restless I became, until his hand clamped over my ass, pinning me to him.
I tugged impatiently at his T-shirt. I was naked. I’d really like for him to be naked too. “Please, god, please make me come.”
One hand clamped around my waist, while the other hand dipped down, over my ass and between my thighs, sliding through the wetness that had gathered until thick fingertips paused over the entrance to my pussy. He circled, around and around, but never dipped within. At the same time, he sucked my breast sharply into his warm mouth. I was so wet, restless, and needy beyond my understanding of the word. If only he would pet my clit, I knew that I would come. I became desperate, pulling tighter and tighter. The rough pull as he sucked my nipple, the awareness of being trapped as he held me open against him, while his fingers played, dipping and circling, dipping again, each time slipping a tiny bit deeper, set nerves fluttering to glorious life. I felt swollen, slick, and near delirious when he plunged his thick fingers inside and I came, arching against him, head back, squealing, riding out the climax as I squeezed, clenched, and spasmed in hopeful anticipation of his cock.
CHAPTER SIX
Ryder
SHE WAS EVERYTHING I’d anticipated she would be, and my beast was rising to the fore. My chest was heaving, and my purr, a deep rumble that was halfway to a growl. My fingers were covered in slick, and her pussy was absolutely fucking drenched. If I didn’t get my head between her legs in the next ten seconds, I was going to lose my shit. Taking a tight hold, I stood. She squeaked and wrapped her arms and legs around me, clinging like she was terrified I was about to put her down.
“I’m only taking you to bed, baby. I need some space for what I have in mind.” As her lips found the juncture of my throat and neck, she nipped, sending a shudder rippling all the way down to my spine. My cock was so fucking hard, I could’ve driven nails with it, but my needs would have to wait.
I carried her straight to the bedroom, kicked open the door, and dumped her on the bed without preamble. We’d gotten well past the stage where I would ask her what she wanted. This was my time, on my fucking terms. I came down over her, and her mouth opened for the kiss, our tongues tangling as our breathy gasps mingled.
My beast rumbled his approval. He didn’t care that she was a beta. Instincts were clamoring, telling me to claim my mate. I reined that shit in, dragging my lips from hers, and pressed kisses down her throat, over her pretty tits, and the gentle swell of her belly. Eyeing my prize, I urged her legs wide enough to fit my shoulders.
She groaned and flung her arm dramatically over her eyes.
“Your pretty pussy is making a mess, Emma. How about I clean you all up?”
“God, yes please.” She waved her hand in the general direction before flopping her arm over her eyes once more. “Have at it.”
It took a near heroic effort not to chuckle. Fuck, she was cute, but my amusement fled the moment my eyes lowered and her sweet scent filled my nose. It found a direct line to my balls, tightening them, driving another hot surge of blood into my cock, making it throb like a motherfucker. No way was I letting my dick loose, that was a slippery slope, but my beast was rampaging, getting riled up, and thinking she was our mate. She couldn’t be my mate. She was a fucking beta.
My beast didn’t care. He liked her scent and wanted to smother himself in it.
I dragged my mouth along her thigh from her knee to her wet pussy, used my forefinger and thumb to hold her open, and took my first taste.
My eyes rolled back in my head. Delicious. Her perfume hit me anew as I lapped up her offering.
Little incoherent mumbles poured from her lips as I ate her out, my tongue digging deep into the source, trying to get more of her taste. I reached down to squeeze my cock through my pants and growled as my beast kept throwing images at me of her on her hands and knees as I plowed her slick cunt from behind, her soft, helpless little body littered with my marks as I rutted roughly. The marks of possession all over her body would signify she was mine.
These urges were new to me, but the sounds she was making and the way she tried to ride my face had me hanging on to the edge. What the fuck was wrong with me? I didn’t do this shit. I was the one in control, calm and collected. Even with an omega, I’d never been like this.
I got my fingers all up inside her slick little channel. Fuck, she was tight. It would take weeks of fucking training before I got half my dick in here. I didn’t have weeks. I knew her type—she was here to take a walk on the wild side, meet an alpha, experience them, and then never come back. She would return to her safe, easy life. Maybe she had a boyfriend there, a beta she could share her sensible life with, have the obligatory two-point-five kids, and grow old together.
Another growl rumbled as I got a third finger into her pussy. It was a squeeze for her, and I could feel her clenching, like her hot cunt couldn’t decide whether it wanted more or not. I swirled my tongue all around her clit, and that fast, she went off, spasming around my fingers in hot tight waves that had me imagining how it would feel when she milked my seed.
I nearly fucking came in my pants from the thought.
Her fingers gripping my hair barely registered through the haze. I wanted to imprint upon her, to carve a place for myself in her memory so deeply that no matter how far she ran and whatever was waiting for her back in beta land, she’d never forget I owned her fucking pussy. I sucked, nipped, lapped her clit, and feasted like I was starving and she was the only thing on the menu. When her wriggling increased and she became sensitive after coming, I clamped an arm over her hips and continued to pleasure her. She rewarded me by coming apart again, screaming herself hoarse, and humping my face. I was fucking ravenous and distantly aware I had taken things too far. Yet the thought of letting her go, of allowing her to leave this room, brought out a feral side in me.
Mine, my beast decided. This little beta was mine. We would make her ours, showing her through pleasure how she belonged to us.
Emma
“Please, just fuck me!”
Was there such a thing as too much pleasure? If you’d asked me a few hours ago, I’d have said have at it, do your worst. I could handle anything you’ve got.
I couldn’t remember how many climaxes I’d had. How was that possible? Like how many times could a person come before they lost track? I was pretty sure two or three were doable. Maybe four. Which meant this was more than four. Also, I’d lost count two climaxes ago!
“Not a fucking chance, baby,” he rumbled against my pussy, taking me perilously close to—at my best approximation—orgasm number seven. “This tight cunt can’t take half of what I’m packing.”
I snorted out an inelegant snicker, because men always exaggerated what they were packing and I couldn’t see alphas being any different in that regard. “I’ve seen it.” No point in pretenses. I was on my back, and his head was between my thighs. We were way past that.
His head lifted, and he pinned me with a look before surging to his feet.
Was this it? Was Ryder about to finally give me what I needed?
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, which was insanely hot for reasons that escaped my lust fuddled mind.
“Baby, I’m a grower. Whatever you think you saw when you were staring at my junk doesn’t come close.” He plucked my limp hand from the bed and ground my palm into… I leaned up, trying to get a better look, because really, what the fuck was that?
