Page 17 of The Wolf's Pregnant Rejected Mate

“Does that hurt?” Ryder asked, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“No. It feels wonderful.”

Ryder grinned. With his other hand, he took hers and moved it to her breast. “Play with them, Tess. I love the way you look right now, but I want to see your hands on your body.”

Tess moaned, rocking her hips into his hand. She wanted more. But she obeyed him, cupping her breasts in her hands. She squeezed them, enjoying the sensation of movement. Ryder’s thumb moved in a faster pattern, making her clench. She could feel his fingers inside of her, moving as well. How could it feel so damn good?

“Ryder,” she panted. “Come here. I want to touch you.”

Ryder leaned over her, bracing himself up on his elbow as he continued to finger her. Tess groaned as her core tightened, sparks of pleasure jolting through her. She jerked when he rubbed his thumb a little too hard over her clit.

“Oh, that’s too much,” she gasped. Her hands pressed to his chest.

He started to pull back, but she caught him and pulled him back, lifting herself to catch his mouth in hers. His hand had stilled inside her. She didn’t care. She loved how close he was to her—loved the feel of his mouth on hers. He was here. He was touching her, desiring her. And if this was all she was going to get, then she was going to enjoy every moment of it.

She wrapped one arm over his shoulders and used her other to prop herself up, worried that she’d be too heavy for him. Ryder laughed into her mouth and pulled back slightly.

“Hold on,” he murmured, his breath washing over her face. “You said it was too much. Tell me what you want.”

“What you were doing before,” Tess answered. She rolled her hips toward him. “Gently.”

He nodded and started to stroke her again. Tess’s head fell back as pleasure washed through her. She had to lower herself back to the floor. Ryder kissed her neck, sending sparks through her, and moved down her body. He caught her breast in his mouth, swirling his tongue around her nipple. Tess buried her hands in his hair.

But as wonderful as this was, a sense of frustration swept through her. He was doing all the work. She wanted to give him pleasure, too. What should she do?

“Ryder,” she gasped. Her thighs were trembling, and when she tried to squeeze them, his body was in the way. It was getting difficult to think; he was pushing her farther than she’d ever been able to go on her own. “Ryder, I want to touch you. Please.”

He took her hand and guided it to himself. “Gentle,” he said, his voice husky.

Tess wrapped her hand around him. He was hard, solid. She moved her hand up and down, propping herself up so she could see what she was doing. To her amazement, he seemed to grow even bigger in her hand. Ryder’s eyes closed, and he let out a shaky grunt.

“Fuck, Tess. That feels so good,” he said.

Tess giggled, not minding the swear this time. He returned to his efforts in her, and soon, they were both panting, both coated in their own desire. Ryder’s hips jerked. Tess bucked.

Their eyes met.

“Tess,” Ryder growled. It was a demand, a question, a plea all rolled into one.

Tess nodded. “Yes. Ryder, please!”

His hand moved, his thumb giving one final sweep over her clit. Then it was gone. Tess whimpered, aching for more. Ryder took himself in his hand and positioned himself against her entrance. His jaw clenched as he eased himself in. He stretched her as he entered, a dull ache accompanying his movements. Tess clutched at his biceps, whimpering again.

“Am I hurting you?” Ryder asked through clenched teeth.

Tess shook her head. She didn’t want him to stop. “I want you. Ryder, I need you.”

She watched his face, fighting to keep herself still as he slowly pushed himself all the way into her. It felt… wonderful. The ache was there but not as bad as she had expected. Ryder laid down over her, their bodies pressed together. His weight on her body felt as though they were melding into one. She wrapped her legs around his hips and experimented with movement. Ryder’s eyes slid shut, and he let out a groan. His head dropped to her shoulder as he moved with her. They were slow, deliberate. The tension inside her grew stronger, the motions sending shockwaves down her legs.

“It feels so good,” Tess panted. She traced patterns down Ryder’s back.

A thrill swept through her. He was inside of her. They were moving together. Their motions grew stronger and faster. The tightness in her core kept building, pushing her higher than she thought was possible. Her back arched, and she held her breath.

Everything seemed to release at once. She clenched harder as spasms of pleasure burst through her. A cry ripped from her throat, and her fingers dug into Ryder’s back. He gasped, jerked, and let out a deep growl that rumbled through her chest. His movements became jerky, and something hot splashed against the insides of her thighs.

Both grew still.

Tess clung to Ryder, riding out the shockwaves. Ryder carefully pulled back from her and then grinned. He kissed her and rolled to his back.

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