Page 30 of Ranger's Justice

She gasps as I trail open-mouthed kisses down her throat, my stubble scraping against her soft skin. Her pulse flutters against my lips, fast and unsteady.

I need more.

Her shirt is gone in seconds, her bra hitting the floor before she can protest. My mouth finds her breast, tongue flicking over her nipple before I suck hard enough to pull a sharp moan from her lips. The edge of my teeth elicits a gasp.

Her fingers fumble with the buttons of my shirt, yanking them open with pure desperation. She drags her hands down my chest, over the ridges of muscle, following the line of hair that disappears into my jeans.

I groan as she palms me through the denim, her touch sending a pulse of heat straight to my cock. She unbuttons my jeans and reaches for me. I grab her wrist, stopping her, my control barely hanging by a thread.

“This is what you want?” My voice is rough, almost a growl.

Cassidy’s eyes meet mine, dark with need, lips parted as she gasps for breath. “Yes,” she whispers. “God, yes.”

I don’t waste another second. Her jeans hit the floor, her panties torn away in a heartbeat. I shove my own jeans down,not bothering with finesse, because I need to be inside her, need to possess every inch of her.

I drag her to the bed, spinning her around, bending her over the brass footboard.

She gasps as I slap her ass, watching the way her skin blooms a vivid pink under my palm. She pushes back against me, her breath coming in short, uneven bursts. I do it again, harder this time, dragging a desperate moan from her throat.

My grip tightens on her hips, positioning her just right. My cock presses against her entrance, teasing her, making her squirm. “Tell me, Cassidy,” I demand, my voice barely human. “Tell me what you need.”

She arches her back, pressing into me. “You,” she gasps. “Now.”

I thrust into her, hard and deep. Cassidy cries out, her body stretching to take me. I give her a second to adjust before I start to move, each thrust driving me deeper, pulling her closer to the edge.

Her fingers grip the antique quilt, her body rocking back to meet me. The room fills with the sound of our bodies colliding, with her moans, with the guttural sounds I can’t hold back.

I reach around, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing in tight, firm circles. She shudders, her body clenching around me, pulling me deeper.

“Rush,” she whimpers, her voice breaking as she climbs higher, closer to the edge.

“Not yet,” I growl. “This time you come with me. When we have more time I’ll fuck you so that you keep coming until you’re begging me to fill you with my cum.”

I thrust her harder, pounding into her and driving her right to the brink.

She shatters.

Her body locks up, a scream tearing from her lips as her orgasm rips through her. I follow, slamming into her one last time as I spill inside her, my entire body locking down, possessing her in every way possible.

For a long moment, neither of us moves. Our ragged breathing fills the air between us, heavy with the heat of what just happened. I pull her against me, holding her there, my fingers threading through her hair as I press my lips to her shoulder. She trembles, her body still coming down from the high, but I feel it—the subtle change in the air.

This wasn’t just sex. This was something deeper. A beginning I can’t take back.

Cassidy turns her head, her lips brushing against my jaw. “What now?” she murmurs.

I drag a hand down my face, trying to rein myself in, trying to ignore the way my wolf is howling inside me. I scoop her up in my arms and lay her down in the bed. The team is just going to have to wait.

Cassidy lies beneath me, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths, her skin flushed from what we just did. I should move, should put distance between us, should get my head on straight before I forget myself completely, but I know I won’t.

I prop myself up on my forearm, brushing damp strands of hair away from her face, and my gut clenches at the way she looks at me—eyes wide, pupils blown, lips still parted like she’s trying to catch up to what just happened between us. It wasn’t just sex, and we both know it.

Her body is still trembling slightly, her fingers curled against my bicep as if she’s holding on for dear life. That should be my warning to back off, to let her put the pieces together before she realizes what this means. But I don’t move, because something about seeing her like this—open, unguarded, vulnerable in a wayshe doesn’t even realize—hits me somewhere I have no business feeling.

She swallows hard. “I can’t believe we just did that. I always know more about…”

I lean over and take her lips with mine. “My unique DNA means that there’s nothing I have that you can catch, and unless I claim you…”

“Like in the novels?”

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