Page 47 of Ryder

His fist tightened on my hair, and he dragged me from my prize long before I was done.

“Baby, you just blew my damn mind.”He pulled me up, hauling my smaller body against his as his mouth took mine.The kiss was hungry, ravenous even.He was still hard as he turned, lifted me, and pinned me against the shower wall.The water had turned cold, and I shivered as he lowered my body until the tip of his cock snagged my sore pussy.

His lips popped off mine.I looked up into the stormy eyes of this powerful, towering male.

“Do it,” I said.“Fill me.I want you to.I want to feel where you’ve been and ache.”

He lowered me, letting gravity impale me on his thick length.I groaned, sore from prior attention, but it was so, so good.

I knew when I left this room, the spell would be broken, and I needed to store all this up, to brand every touch and sensation on my memory so it could last the rest of my life.

He pulled out, only to slam all the way in…but not fully, because his knot remained outside.To take his knot, I would need to accept several inches more.

We didn’t fit.We weren’t compatible, and there was simply nowhere else for him to go.The pain, when he drove too deep, was both agonizing and enticing.I willed myself to accept him, but it didn’t help.

He began to piston in and out, deep, rough strokes that made me quiver.I tried to stave off my climax, but like my mere desire to make this last was the catalyst, I came again, splintering, squeezing around his hard length, mumbling nonsense.

He growled, took a tighter grip, and slammed me on and off him.

It was wild.

It was savage.

And I couldn’t get enough.

“I’m going to ruin this fucking pussy,” he said.“Ruin it for everyone but me.”

“God, yes.”I would beg him for anything, so long as he was inside me.I didn’t care.

I clung to him as best I as could, shaken about like a rag doll in his arms.A sound emanated from his chest, one he’d only made a few times, like a growl mixed with a purr.It triggered a sharp clench deep inside.

A mask fell over his face.I didn’t recognize Ryder anymore.This was an alpha—powerful and determined.

The wordruttingsprang to my mind.That was what alphas called it when they took an omega.He plowed me over and over again, crushing my smaller body against the cold, wet, tile wall, forcing me to acknowledge in the most basic of ways that he was not merely a man, but an alpha.

I splintered yet again, coming around him, and this time, he roared and stilled.The adrenaline rush was followed by a hot flood as he filled me with his seed.

“Mine,” he rumbled.“Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

The little warning voice in the back of my head told me these were just words said in the heat of passion.

His hand closed over my throat, tightening, bringing a surge of panic that went straight to my sore pussy, making it fist his cock so hard, it stirred a whimper from my lips.I gazed up into the eyes of the huge, feral alpha.“I’m yours.”This time, I put my heart and soul into those words, pouring in all my hidden wants and needs and filling them with everything I desired.

“Better,” he said, eyes turning hooded as he eased the pressure on my throat and lowered his lips to mine.

The kiss was gentle, like a balm over the savagery that had just passed.

I wanted so badly to cling to the words, even as I clung to him.Although I knew in my heart I was his, life and circumstance were about to rip us apart.

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Ryder

I didn’t know what the fuck was happening between us.I was convinced Emma should have tipped over by now if she was going to.Panic clawed at me.I wanted her to be a fucking omega so badly, but if she was going to reveal, it would have happened by now.She couldn’t take all of me.She couldn’t take my fucking knot.Every time I drove a little too deep, pain clouded her face and I fucking hated myself.

Yet I couldn’t temper it.

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