Page 32 of Stripe for the Picking
Wren reached up to cup his face. "No, Rylan. Everything with you feels right, like being with you is where I belong."
The smile that spread across his face was pure alpha male—confident and claiming. "Then let me show you exactly what being my fated mate means."
He kissed her again with a passionate intensity that stole her breath, like he was claiming her soul along with her lips. She felt consumed by him—his strength, his desire, and his absolute certainty that she belonged to him. The thrill and pleasure of it all made her dizzy with want.
This is what I've been missing all along,she thought as she surrendered completely to the fire building between them.He is what I've been searching for my entire life.
FOURTEEN
RYLAN
Rylan's mind was a whirlwind of heat and need as Wren's hands tugged at the hem of his black t-shirt, her fingers brushing against his abs. Her boldness sent a surge of raw desire through him, and he broke their kiss, his breathing ragged. He couldn't help but smile down at her, his chest tightening with a mixture of pride and anticipation. She wanted him as much as he wanted her—his fated mate, his other half. There was no holding back now.
"Let me help you with that," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal.
He grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled it over his head in one swift motion, tossing it aside. Her green eyes widened as she took in his muscled chest, her lips parting in a silent gasp. Her hands immediately moved to explore him, her soft palms tracing the hard planes of his chest. Every touch sent fire shooting through his veins, and his arousal was undeniable now.
"You're perfect," she whispered, her voice trembling with awe and desire.
Rylan growled low in his throat, his tiger stirring beneath the surface. "Not as perfect as you," he countered, his hands already reaching for her green blouse.
He wanted her bare, wanted to see every inch of the woman who had captured him so completely. He undid the buttons with deliberate slowness, savoring the way her breath hitched as he peeled the fabric away from her skin. Her khaki pants followed, leaving her in nothing but white lace.
Rylan's breath caught in his throat as he took in the vision before him. "Wren, you're absolutely breathtaking," he rasped, his voice rough with need.
Her cheeks flushed, but she didn't shy away. "You can take these off too, if you want," she said, her voice a sultry invitation.
He didn't need to be told twice. His fingers moved to the clasp of her bra, releasing it with surprising ease. The fabric fell away, revealing her full breasts, her nipples already pebbled with arousal. Rylan leaned down, capturing one between his lips, sucking and teasing with deliberate slowness. Her moan sent a jolt of electricity straight to his groin.
"Rylan," she gasped, her hands tangling in his hair. "Please…"
He didn't stop, savoring the way she writhed beneath him, her body trembling with need. His hands moved to her panties, sliding them down her legs and tossing them aside. Now she was completely bare, gloriously exposed on his leather couch. His eyes drank her in—every curve, every line, every inch of her pale skin. She was perfection, and she was all his.
Rylan's mouth found her nipples again, flicking and sucking until she was arching off the couch, her hands tightening on his shoulders.
"I need more," she begged, her voice breaking with desperation.
Rylan smirked, his tiger instincts roaring to life. He was going to give her everything she needed and more. His lips trailed lower, down the flat plane of her stomach, until his face was positioned between her thighs. Her folds were alreadyglistening with her arousal, and the scent of her was driving him wild. He leaned in, his tongue tracing her sensitive flesh in slow, deliberate strokes.
"Rylan," she cried out, her hands gripping his hair. "More."
He didn't hesitate, his tongue circling her clit with increasing pressure. He added his fingers, sliding two inside her wetness and curling them to find that sweet spot that soon had her crying out his name. He worked her with a rhythm that was both relentless and precise, his tongue and fingers driving her closer and closer to the edge.
"That's it, Wren," he growled against her skin, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Let go for me."
Her body tensed, her thighs clamping around his head as she came apart. Her orgasm ripped through her with a force that had her screaming out her pleasure, her body trembling with the intensity of it. Rylan didn't stop, drawing out every last wave of ecstasy until she was boneless beneath him, her chest heaving with ragged breaths.
He pulled back and looked up at her flushed face. Her green eyes were hazy with satisfaction, and her lips were curved in a lazy smile.
"You're beyond incredible," she whispered, her voice soft but filled with awe.
Rylan gave her a wicked smile, his own arousal still painfully evident. "That was just the start of our night, Wren."
Wren sat up, her green eyes darkening with desire as she pushed Rylan back onto the leather couch. Her hands moved with purpose, reaching for the button and zipper of his tactical pants. He let her take control, his breath catching as she undid his pants with a surprising swiftness and pulled them down along with his boxers in one smooth motion. His large cock sprang free, thick and hard, and her eyes widened with a mix of surprise and hunger.
"Oh my god," she breathed, her voice trembling with awe. "You're… so big."
Rylan felt a rush of male pride at her words, his chest swelling with satisfaction. She then reached down and wrapped her soft hand around his length, stroking him slowly and deliberately, and he had to clench his fists to keep from losing control right then and there.
