Shunned By An Alpha, Cherised By A Lycan

Chapter 289:

His fingers dug into my hips, his touch searing through my skin, and I arched against him, desperate for more contact.

“Ryder,” I whispered, my voice ragged, raw with need. “I need you. Now.”

A low, guttural growl rumbled from his chest, his jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscles ticking. He was holding on by a thread, and I wanted to snap it. No—I needed to snap it.

I trailed my fingers down his chest, my nails scraping over hard muscle and warm skin. His breath caught, and his eyes flared dangerously. Good. He was teetering on the edge. One push, and he’d lose it.

“Please,” I breathed, my voice breaking. “Stop holding back. I’m yours. Fuck me like you need me to breathe.” My voice came out as a plea.

Who the fuck cares about begging? I’d been aching for too long, and I needed him to make me come.

That’s it. The thread snaps.

With a savage snarl, his mouth crashed into mine. The kiss was brutal, all teeth and tongues and desperate hunger. My head spun, my body melting under the onslaught. His hands gripped my thighs, lifting me so my legs wrapped around his waist. The hardness of his cock pressed against my core, and a whimper escaped me, the sound swallowed by his mouth.

Fucking hell.

This is it. This is it.

“Fuck, Jasmine,” Layla purred in my mind, her voice dripping with lust. “We’re so close. Let him ruin us.”

I’m beyond words. Beyond thought. All I know is this heat, this pressure building in my veins until I feel like I’ll explode.

Of course, fucking wants to explode.

Ryder pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, his gaze wild and blazing.

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“You sure?” His voice is low, rough, like he’s barely hanging on.

The fuck is he still asking me for?

I dig my nails into his shoulders, my body trembling with need. “Yes. Fuck, Ryder, I’m sure. Take me. Now.”

He doesn’t wait. He grips his cock, the thick head pressing against my entrance, and the world blurs. The stretch is intense, a mix of pleasure and pain that has my breath stuttering. My body tightens around him, clenching, desperate to take him in.

“Goddamn, you’re tight,” he grits out, his forehead pressed to mine, his jaw clenched hard. “Missed this. Missed you.”

I moan, my hips bucking instinctively. “Then don’t stop.”

With a growl, he thrusts in, slow and torturous, until he’s buried to the hilt. The fullness is blinding, my body stretching to accommodate him. I gasp, my nails raking down his back, and his body shudders above me.

“Fuck,” he groans, his voice strained. “You feel so fucking good.”

My head spins, my legs tightening around his waist. “Move, Ryder. Please.”

He pulls back, almost out, and then slams back in. The force of it knocks the air from my lungs, a cry tearing from my throat. He doesn’t stop. He pounds into me, each thrust hitting deep, raw, and desperate. My body arcs under him, pleasure spiraling higher with each movement, every nerve alive and screaming.

“Fuck, yes,” I moan, my voice breaking. “Harder.”noveldrama

Ryder’s eyes blaze, and he lets go completely. His hips snap forward, driving into me with a wild, relentless rhythm that has my world unraveling. Each thrust sends jolts of white-hot pleasure crashing through me, my body slick and burning.

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