Page 33 of Stripe for the Picking
"Wren," he growled, his voice rough with barely restrained need. "You're going to make me lose it if you keep that up."
She smirked, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Good," she purred, leaning in and taking him into her mouth.
His entire body tensed as her warm, wet lips closed around him, her tongue swirling in a way that had him seeing stars. She soon sucked harder and faster, her hand working in tandem with her mouth, and he let out a deep growl. His tiger rose closer to the surface, urging him to take control, but he forced himself to let her lead and to savor the way she was claiming him.
"God, Wren," he muttered, his voice strained. "You're amazing."
She hummed in response, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through him. When she took him deeper, her throat constricting around him, he nearly came undone in her mouth. He'd never felt anything like this before—never felt so completely consumed by someone. His hands tangled in her dark hair, guiding her movements, but he knew he couldn't hold on much longer.
"Wren," he rasped, pulling her up before he could tip over the edge. "Let's take this to the bedroom."
She nodded eagerly, her lips swollen and her eyes glazed with desire. He stood, scooping her into his arms and carrying her down the hallway to his bedroom. His bed was a sanctuary of silk sheets and soft pillows, and he laid her down gently, his eyesdevouring the sight of her naked body stretched out before he climbed on top of her.
She reached for his hard length, her body eager as she guided him between her thighs. He couldn't resist teasing her, brushing the tip of his cock against her entrance, making her gasp.
"Rylan," she begged, her voice trembling. "Please."
He didn't make her wait any longer. Pressing himself inside her, he groaned at the feel of her tight, wet warmth enveloping him. She was so perfect, so his, and he moved slowly, savoring every inch as he filled her completely.
"You feel incredible," he murmured, his voice rough with need. "So tight and so perfect."
Her legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him deeper, and making him lose all control. He started moving fast and hard, driving into her with a primal urgency that had her arching beneath him. Her moans soon filled the room, her nails digging into his shoulders as she clung to him, riding the waves of pleasure that he was giving her.
"Rylan," she cried out after ten minutes of his intense thrusting, her body trembling as her orgasm finally crashed over her.
Her inner walls clenched around him, and he couldn't hold back any longer. With a deep growl, he came with force, his release surging into her as his body shuddered with the power of his own climax.
When the waves of intense pleasure finally subsided, he collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms as they both caught their breath. Her head rested on his muscled chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin.
"That was… everything," she said, her voice soft but filled with deep satisfaction.
"You're everything," he replied, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I've never felt anything quite like that before."
She looked up at him, her green eyes sparkling with warmth. "Neither have I. You're incredible, Rylan. Not just your body, but your mind. You make me feel like I can do anything."
He smiled, his heart swelling with affection. "You can do anything, Wren. You're brilliant, fearless, and so damn beautiful. You're everything I never knew I wanted or needed."
She blushed, but her smile didn't waver. "I feel the same way about you. You make me feel… seen. Valued. Like I belong."
"You do belong here," he said softly. "You're my mate, Wren. And I'm never letting you go."
She leaned in and captured his lips in a soft, lingering kiss. When she pulled back, her eyes were filled with determination. "Good. Because I don't plan on going anywhere."
They lay together in comfortable silence after her admission, the intimacy of the moment deepening the mate bond between them. Rylan couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so at peace and so complete. Wren wasn't just his mate—she was his partner, his equal, and he couldn't wait to see what the future held for them.
"You know," she said after several minutes, her voice teasing, "if this is what being your mate is like, I think I could get used to it."
He laughed, pulling her closer. "Oh, this is just the beginning, Wren. I'm going to spend every day showing you just how much you mean to me."
She smiled softly, her eyes closing as she nestled against his chest. "I can hardly wait."
And as they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, Rylan knew that he had found the one person who could truly make him whole.
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WREN
Wren's eyes fluttered open to the sensation of Rylan's muscular arm wrapped possessively around her waist and his naked body pressed against her back. The warmth radiating from his chest seeped through her skin, and she could feel every defined ridge of his abs against her spine. His breathing was steady and deep, tickling the sensitive spot behind her ear where his face nestled in her hair.
