Page 11 of Mated By Twilight

"Be a good girl," he cautioned her.

"Make me," Liza countered once more. Her lips curled into a sly smile that beckoned him closer to the edge of restraint.

That was it. That was the last of his control. The chains around his beast snapped, and the animal within took over his body. With a growl that rumbled deep in his chest, Rylan surrendered to the call of his inner werewolf. In one swift motion, he scooped Liza up by her ass and pinned her against the wall.

Liza's response was immediate and eager. Her thighs parted and wrapped around his waist. The scent of her sweet heat sent a jolt straight to his groin. The fabric of her damp panties pressed against his aching cock. He captured her lips with his own, the claim that left no room for doubt or hesitation. It was deep, possessive, and spoke of a hunger that went beyond flesh—a yearning of the soul that only the mating bond could sate.

Rylan’s hands worked deftly at the buttons of Liza's dress, his fingers brushing against the softness of her skin, sending shivers down both their spines. His lips never left hers, but his voice was a low and husky whisper that promised dark delights in her ear.

“I'll have you begging, Liza. On your knees, pleading for release that only I can give." Each word was punctuated with the brush of his thumb over the swell of her breast, now bared to his touch.

Liza arched into him. With deliberate intent, she ground against him, the warmth and dampness of her making his cock twitch with unrestrained need. She broke their kiss long enough to nip sharply at his neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below his jaw, marking him with a boldness that spoke volumes of her untamed spirit.

In response, Rylan tore the rest of her clothing away. Fabric yielded beneath his hands. And there she was, revealed in all her glory. His gaze devoured her, tracing the line of her collarbone, the dip of her waist, the curve of her hips. She was perfection.

"Gods, Liza..." His voice trailed off as if words were suddenly insufficient to describe the sight before him.

"I don't want to stop. I want you to claim me."

"Then tell me you're mine."

"I…" She swallowed and tried again.

Rylan helped her by slipping a finger into her panties and finding her clit. "Who does this belong to?"

"You." It was more moan than word.

"Good girl."

There was no holding back, no gentle prelude to what was to come. Rylan pushed her panties to the side. Grabbing hard length, he aligned himself with her heat. The first push past her folds was rough. Liza gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he set a punishing rhythm. His mate had to understand, he wasn't a gentle man.

He was Alpha. He didn't coddle. He didn't cajole. He took. And she was his. Only his. So he would take everything. But he would give it all back twofold.

"Rylan!" Her voice cracked on his name, a plea, a declaration, a surrender all at once.

Before he'd even begun to get his fill of her, Liza was clenching around him. Her body tightened in the telltale sign ofher approaching climax. And when it hit, she shattered around him with a keening wail.

Rylan didn't follow. Not with this first orgasm. It was too delicious, and he wanted to feel it again.

He pulled her body from the wall. His cock was still hard and buried deep inside her. He needed to thrust again, even harder this time. But the bedroom was too far. So they fell onto the couch.

Rylan poured himself into her. The force of his thrusts were like a tempest, leaving nothing in its wake but the echo of their union under the watchful gaze of the rising moon. His balls were tightening, almost painfully. But Liza felt too good around him. So he ignored his own need until he felt her legs shaking again. Except even then, it wasn't enough.

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Liza's bodyarched up off the bed. Rylan had fucked her against the wall, and she'd come. He'd fucked her over the back of the couch, and she'd come again. Now they were in his bed. She wasn't sure she could come again, but her body disagreed with her.

Her back arched off the bed. Her body was a bowstring pulled taut as Rylan moved within her, each thrust igniting her nerves like sparks along kindling. Her breath came in ragged gasps, the world reduced to the raw sensation of being filled, claimed, brought to the precipice of pleasure over and again. The room was ablaze with an invisible energy, a current that pulsed from Rylan to her, connecting them in ways she had never known possible.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, clinging on to the solid reality of him as her entire being vibrated with orgasmic intensity. Liza thrived in the ecstasy, her inner walls clenching around him in rhythmic spasms, pulling him deeper, urging him not to stop. Even though she was certain she couldn't take anymore.

With her eyes sealed shut, Liza surrendered to the high, her mind adrift on waves of bliss. It wasn't just the physical euphoria that held her; it was something deeper, something binding. When she finally forced her eyelids open, silver moonlight spilled through the window, casting ethereal shadows across their entwined bodies.

In that gentle glow, she dared to look at Rylan. His eyes were fierce, primal, yet they held an emotion that reached out and twined with the deepest parts of her soul. It scared her—the raw, unyielding truth of it—because in his eyes, she saw the reflection of her own soul, the undeniable recognition of a fated bond.

The mating bond.

It was real, tangible in the way her heart came to beat in time with his. In the way her skin sang only for his touch. She couldn't deny it, this destined connection that now lay bare between them. And as she met his intense gaze with a vulnerability she'd never given another, Liza felt humbled by the enormity of what they shared.

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