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It was the kind of dick that belonged on a porn star, the kind of dick he should be famous for, the kind of dick that I kind of wanted to ride until kingdom come, even though I’d had two orgasms already.

“Open your mouth, sassy girl. It’s time I showed you what it’s really for,” he demanded. His eyes were dark with his own arousal, and that made my own spike right through me.

“You aren’t scared I’ll bite it off?” I quipped, pretending like I had any control here, like I was anything more than a sex-drunk love-bot.

“You can try, but I’ll make sure you don’t enjoy the consequences,” he growled, and a shiver raced down my spine.

I teetered back and forth on my knees, trying to decide what to do.

Fuck it. Why not?

I’d sucked cock before, but nothing like this. With a heavy swallow, I opened my lips as his finger brushed my hair out of the way. I thought he was being gentle, but then his hand wound into the hair at the back of my neck and fisted it hard. He yanked my head back a little and pushed the head of his cock in between my lips. Ruthlessly, he thrust inside, hitting the back of my throat and making me choke. He held it there for a long moment before he relented, giving me a little space to breathe before he thrust back inside.

My hands slapped against his thighs, trying to push away, but I was at a distinct disadvantage.

For a few long moments, he simply fucked my mouth. I tried to open my mouth wider, but my cheeks already ached. Finally, he slowed down so I could swirl my tongue around his dick. The taste of him was like a delicious, salted caramel sundae, and before I knew what I was doing, I was sucking him off like a goddamn lollipop.

“Fuck, Kaci,” he groaned. “That’s it. Take my cock like a good little girl.”

I bobbed my head back and forth as much as he would allow. I moaned around his cock, letting the vibrations travel up and down his dick while I used one hand and reached underneath the base of his cock, petting him gently as he released the sexiest sounding groan I’d ever heard in my life.

He thrust in deeper, faster, fucking my mouth like he owned it, and I took every long inch like I had been made for it. Then with a savage roar, he pushed in as deep as my throat would allow as his cock erupted inside of it. I struggled to swallow each hot spurt, but I managed, and by the time he was done, I was quite proud of myself.

His cock still didn’t go limp.

My core squeezed tight at the realization. A fucking from Ryker would be an experience indeed. He pulled free from my mouth, and I licked my lips, glancing up at him with a devious look.

“Such a perfect fucking girl, sucking my cock like a good little slut,” he purred, and a flutter of pride raced through me. His praise made me feel all warm and gooey on the inside, like a batch of chocolate chip cookies fresh out of the oven, and I decided I liked it. Sure, he’d called me a slut, but it had really come out as the perfect compliment.

His strong arms reached down, wrapping securely around me as he effortlessly lifted me from the floor. Softly, he lowered me to the bed, the sheets cool against my flushed skin. With an unexpectedly gentle and lingering tenderness, he leaned down, his breath warm against my skin, and pressed a kiss to my forehead. The warmth of his lips against my brow sent a shiver coursing down my spine.

“Rest now, princess,” he murmured.

My eyes fluttered closed. I’d do what he wanted, not because he’d said it, simply because it had been quite the day and sleep was actually a really good idea.

Today might have been bat shit crazy, but what-the-fuck-ever.

I’d enjoyed it.

CHAPTER 13

Caelum

I growled as Rog fussed over my lacerations, but the rest of the pack was already talking over themselves in a fever pitch. A lot of these men had been pressed out of their own packs for being ‘too smart’ and I could understand that and respect it at most times, although it was irritating that many of these men could literally not agree what color the sky was. The only thing I’d ever seen them agree about was how much they liked fucking.

Even though there was arguing all around me, I found myself distracted since I could both hear and smell Ry playing with our mate upstairs. He’d better not be fucking her, but at this point, I didn’t have my usual moral high ground, nor did I have the energy to go up and do anything to stop it or even to join in. Although my cock would have gladly gone upstairs and showed him how it’s done, the rest of my body was battered. I was well aware that I was lucky I’d escaped from the fight with the rogue wolf with my life, and even luckier that my mate had escaped without a scratch.

Well, not a scratch from the rogue, at least. Admittedly, things had gotten a little charged between her and me…

“So, what’s the plan now?” Hunter asked, pushing his glasses up on his head and scratching his nose. He was a Physics professor, and so he had the brain of an engineer. He saw problems and wanted to get right to solving those problems as quickly as possible so that he could go after whatever problem was next. His favorite problem was deciding who to screw on a Friday night, but the one at hand seemed to have his undivided attention for now. This problem was multilayered. “We’ve just settled and now we have to take inmates? That’s gonna fuck everything up, boss.” He said this like I was completely insensible.

Our other brothers settled down to listen to my response.

“I understand, but as it is, the mate bond is so impossibly strong that I can’t send her even as far as New Orleans!” I grumbled, waving my hand in the southern direction. There was another tumult of noise as everyone discussed the ‘mate bond’ and its validity. Rog stepped in and said he’d seen the mark on my chest and that it seemed valid with the evidence.

“So shouldn’t we bring in an expert on these sorts of things?” Beau asked, looking up from his cellphone. He had been texting while we were talking because we didn’t beat him enough. Beau was our pup; only twenty-four and he looked even younger, with bright eyes and ruffled hair. He was still being put through his paces since joining us a couple of years ago.

We rolled our eyes towards him judgmentally.

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