Page 50 of Fated Wolf's Destiny

“You drive me insane,” he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous. “On your knees, Bella.”

Before I can respond, his lips crush against mine, fierce and commanding, stealing the air from my lungs. His hands slide to my waist, pulling me flush against him, and the fire burning between us explodes, consuming everything in its path.

There’s a part of me that is intimidated by Ryder, but at the same time my desire for him seems to grow each day—so much so that there are times I feel like I can’t breathe. His tongue tangles with mine, dominant and seductive at the same time.

“Knees, Bella,” he repeats, and I quickly obey, sinking to the floor before him.

He pulls his sweater over his head as he opens his fly to release his cock. Large, strong, hard, and inches from my mouth. He grips his cock and strokes it slowly once, then again.

“See something you want?” he rumbles in a voice that seems to roll over me and sink into every cell in my body.

I nod my head. Ryder's lips curl into a grin. He takes a step back, giving me a moment to appreciate the sight of his erect cock before he wraps a firm hand around the base and guides it towards me.

I part my lips, eager to feel the warmth of his flesh in my mouth and on my tongue. My cheeks flush scarlet, but I can't help but relish the sensations coursing through me as I take him into my mouth. The taste of him is intoxicating—salty, musky, and undeniably male—and I suck eagerly, swirling my tongue around his shaft as he becomes even more fully engorged.

His hands find their way into my hair, gripping tightly as he thrusts deeper, towards the back of my throat. His breath hitches and his eyes close momentarily in pleasure before opening wide once more to observe me eagerly servicing him. I moan softly around him, feeling an unfamiliar sense of power rush through me as I pleasure Ryder in this way.

"That's it," he rumbles, "take it all." And I do—every inch of him until I gag slightly, but I don't pull away. Instead, I revel in the feeling of fullness stretching out my throat, knowing that I seem to be giving him great pleasure.

His pace quickens; his thrusts become more urgent and demanding. His breathing deepens, growing heavier with eachpassing second. And then, his cum begins spurting in thick ropes down my throat. I look up, watching as I feel his cock twitching with each spasm of release. It's a sight that both terrifies and exhilarates me—the raw power and vulnerability of it all.

Ryder staggers back, leaning against the door, his breathing ragged as he recovers from his climax. I stay where I am as he composes himself. His dick is still half hard. He growls low in his throat—he wants more. There is something about knowing that that sends a thrill through me like nothing I have ever felt before.

His hand extends, and I place mine in it. He helps me to my feet and leads me to an oversized chair by the fireplace.

I watch him sit. “Naked,” he commands.

He truly is lord and master of his domain—the alpha. I remove my clothes as his dark eyes rake over my naked body. I want to cover myself. I want to look away, but I know he wouldn’t allow that.

He gestures to the ottoman in front of him. I stand in front of it, my body closer to him. He doesn’t touch me. He won’t. Not yet. I realize this is a game of seduction and a demonstration of his power.

“Sit,” his command is sharp. Final.

My body quickly obeys. He begins to stroke his now fully hard cock.

“Spread your legs for me, Bella.”

I do so. I want him to lick my pussy. I want to feel his mouth suck my clit as his fingers fuck me. I want so much. But I know that Ryder is in complete control. I trust he will see to my needs, but he will do so in his own way. He will give me what he wants to give me.

“Touch your pussy.”

My hand hesitates a moment. I’ve masturbated before, but never in front of anyone and never at anyone else’s command.

“Now, Bella.”

My hand lowers, I stroke my finger over my clit, through my lips. My head falls back on a moan. I am so wet, so needy.

He watches me as I masturbate, a slow smile forming on his face.

"That's it," he says softly, "make yourself come for me."

His words send a fresh wave of arousal through me. I can feel the pressure building within me, the need to release growing stronger with each passing moment. I rub faster, my breath quickening as I concentrate on the pleasure coursing through my body.

Ryder's eyes never leave mine as he strokes himself. I watch the veins in his cock pulsing with each movement of his hand, his dark gaze never wavering. The sight of him so aroused only heightens my own desire, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

"Ryder," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the rush of blood in my ears.

He nods once, a sinister smile playing across his lips. Then he stands up and walks towards me. My heart pounds in my chest, anticipating what he might do next. He kneels in front of me and takes my nipple between his teeth, gently biting down and sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through me that makes me gasp and moan louder.

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