Shunned By An Alpha, Cherised By A Lycan

Chapter 288:noveldrama

“Yes,” I breathe. “God, yes.”

He carries me to the bed, dropping me onto the silk sheets. I bounce once, but before I can say a word, he’s on me. His body pins me down, and his mouth is everywhere—my neck, my collarbone, the tops of my breasts. His teeth graze my skin, leaving little bites that make me arch and moan.

“More. Fucking more.” Layla is losing it, and so am I.

He pulls back just enough to look at me, his eyes wild. “I’ve been trying to give you time, to do this right, but fuck, Jasmine, I can’t. I need you too damn much.”

I smile, breathless and reckless. “Then stop holding back.”

He lets out a guttural groan, and in the next second, his lips are on mine again, his hands ripping at the flimsy lace I’m wearing. The sound of fabric tearing is like a shot of adrenaline straight to my core. My slip is gone, shredded, and I don’t care. Fuck lingerie. All I need is him.

He shoves his shirt off, and I rake my nails down his chest, savoring the way his muscles tense under my touch.

“Fuck, Jasmine,” he mutters, his voice rough and raw. “You drive me crazy.”

“Then lose your mind,” I challenge, my voice trembling with need.

His eyes darken, and a slow, dangerous smile curls his lips. “Careful what you wish for.”

Before I can snap back, his mouth is on my neck, right where his mark should be. He kisses, nips, and licks—each touch sending jolts of electricity straight to my core. My body arches, desperate for more. Desperate for…

“Please,” I whisper, my voice breaking. “Mark me. Claim me.”

He pulls back just enough to meet my eyes. “You sure?” His voice is rough, strained, like he’s barely holding on.

“Fuck yes,” I breathe. “I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.”

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A savage growl rips from his chest. “Mine.”

And then his teeth sink into my neck. The pain is sharp, blinding, but it melts into a rush of pleasure so intense I nearly scream. The bond snaps into place, a tidal wave of heat and power that crashes over me, sweeping away everything else.

I clutch him tighter, my nails digging into his back as the connection sears through us. Layla howls in triumph, the sound echoing in my mind. “Finally, fucking finally!”

Ryder pulls back, his lips glistening, his eyes glowing with a fierce, possessive light. “You’re mine. Forever.”

I smile, breathless and wrecked. “And you’re mine.”

He doesn’t give me time to recover. His lips crash against mine, and his hands explore my body with a hunger that sets me on fire.

“Fuck, Ryder!” I cry out, my body trembling beneath him.

Jasmine’s POV

His gaze locked into mine. Hunger. Want. Dark desires. Ace was at the surface; it was as though he was trying to hold him back, but no, I didn’t want him to. Layla was ready to meet Ace. I wanted all of him—and more of what he could offer.

His breath came hard and fast, his chest rising and falling like he was holding back a beast that was about to break loose. My body trembled, strung tight, every nerve on fire and screaming for him. For this.

It’s been too long. Too many nights spent aching, wanting, burning for him, and him keeping his distance like I might shatter. I’m not shattering. I’m fucking starving.

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