Page 32 of The Wolf's Pregnant Rejected Mate

“Do it,” she urged. She didn’t care what he had planned; she just wanted him to touch her.

Ryder’s mouth twisted into a grin. He kissed down over her shirt until he was kneeling before her. His hands were gentle as he lifted one of her legs up and hooked it over his shoulder. Tess’s eyes widened as she realized what he was going to do.

“I—” she started but stopped herself. She wanted this, too. She braced herself with her hands on the wall behind her as Ryder gripped her thigh with one hand.

His tongue flicked out, mimicking the action he’d done with his fingers moments before. Tess let out a soft gasp. His mouth was clever and wicked, moving against her in ways she hadn’t realized any man could do. Holding herself up with one leg as she was doing, she didn’t dare move too much. But somehow, the precarious balance she had made the situation even more exciting.

“Ryder,” Tess groaned. His motions pooled heat in her core, her muscles tensing. Her head fell back against the wall as she held her breath.

He pushed two fingers into her, curling them upward as he continued to work her with his tongue. Tess shoved her fist into her mouth, worried the neighbors might hear. She was on the brink, her body tense with expectation. Ryder ran his tongue over her clit one more time, and everything came undone. It was as though she could feel her insides roll over, something inside of her clenching around his fingers. It wasn’t as explosive as in the cabin, but the pleasure was still there.

Tess groaned. Her leg started shaking, so she took the other off his shoulder. Putting it down, cut off access to his mouth. Ryder leaned back, looking up at her.

“Are you done?” he asked.

She giggled at his disappointed expression. “Does all fighting get you turned on like this?”

“No—just sparring with you.”

Tess ran her hands through his hair. “We have to change position. I can’t keep holding myself up like this.”

Ryder glanced around the shed, then tugged her pants up. He moved her one leg back into them and pulled them up to cover her. “Not here. It’s too dirty.”

“It’s not any dirtier than the cabin,” Tess protested.

Ryder got to his feet and did up his own pants. With a smirk, he took her hand again. Relief washed through her—he wasn’t calling an end to it. He stepped from the shed, glanced around, then hurried to the back door. There, they made their way upstairs. He pulled her into a room and shut the door. A queen-sized bed sat in the middle of the room—shelves of books lined every wall except a desk beneath the window.

“Your bedroom?” Tess asked.

“Yup.” Ryder slid his hands under her shirt. “Mom was going to stay with Mica to help with the baby tonight since Mica is meeting in the city tomorrow about the scholarship program. We have all night.”

Tess let out a shaky breath. “That sounds nice.”

He pulled her shirt up over her head, then made quick work of her pants and underwear. The light overhead showed off all her imperfections. She fought the urge to hide herself as his gaze swept over her.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Ryder breathed. He cupped one of her breasts in his hand, lifting it, then pressed a kiss to her skin. He kissed the other one, then slid a hand between her legs again. “I want to fuck you, Tess. I want you to be on your hands and knees, and I want to fuck you hard.”

Tess nodded, breathless with anticipation.

With his free hand, Ryder brushed a stray hair from her face. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” Tess assured him.

Ryder frowned as though that wasn’t what he was looking for. “Tess, I need to know that you’ll tell me to stop if I go too far. If I do something you don’t like. I need to know that you won’t just take it because you’re afraid that I’ll be upset.”

The soft, intense way he spoke made her heart feel like it was going to burst with affection. Tess slowly undid his pants once more, her gaze never leaving his.

“I’ll tell you if I don’t like something,” she assured him. “I’ll tell you if I need you to stop. Just as I hope you’d tell me, too?”

She took him in hand, and he groaned. A muscle twitched in his jaw as he nodded. “Deal.”

“Then put me on my hands and knees and fuck me,” Tess ordered. Her heart sped as she realized what she’d done. Would he think that was going too far?

But Ryder grinned at her. He swung her into his arms, and she was on the bed within moments. Ryder tucked the pillows beneath her, then pushed her down so her ass was presented to him in the air. His hands roamed over her as he took his position behind her. His fingers locked over her hips, and he pushed in. The gentleness of his motion was so sweet it brought tears to Tess’s eyes.

It didn’t stay sweet for long. His movement rapidly grew stronger, his thrusts harder and deeper each time. His hands were so tight on her hips that Tess thought she might bruise. Tess clawed at the blankets, crying out as he brought her to the brink once more. It occurred to her that he could do anything to her in this position. That she was utterly vulnerable to his desires—and she loved it.

Because anything he wanted to do, she knew she wanted, too.

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