Chapter 3.-1
Nyx
I was bluffing. I didn’t know how to do hard and fast. I didn’t know how to do soft and slow either. I just knew that his eyes couldn’t stay away from me, and my heart hadn’t settled since the moment
I saw him.
This choice was the first time I was ever certain about anything. I wanted Rhyson. I was never going to see him again, and only he would know the truth.
A secret. I had so few of them, but I desperately wanted this one. I needed a memory.
And Rhyson of Summerset would do nicely.
His hands skimmed over my skin, and I couldn’t control my breathing. When he leaned in, my body
started to quiver.
“Changing your mind?” he asked quietly as his hands pushed up my t-shirt. In response, I removed the garment completely and licked my lips. I didn’t trust myself to say anything. Maybe I would say that I’ve changed my mind, or maybe I would beg for more.
He was excellent at taking my mind off things.
Instead, I grabbed his shirt and tried to tug it off him. It was difficult at our different heights, but if he thought my seduction techniques were awkward, he didn’t let on. Instead, he lifted his arms so I could pull his shirt off.
Most shifters were well-muscled. It took energy and strength to transform, so the sight of his six-pack was no surprise, but the scars were. Shifters tended to heal so quickly that scars barely formed, but he had a deep scar that ran from his shoulder across his chest, matching the one on
his eyebrow.
“Do you need me to put my shirt back on?” he asked in a low voice.
Reaching up, I traced my finger over the scar. I wanted to ask how it happened, but then, I had my own scars. They weren’t as deep as his, and in this low light, hopefully he wouldn’t see them, but if he did, I didn’t want him to ask any questions. So I shook my head in answer to his and lifted my chin back up to him.
With a snarl that sent fear all the way down to my toes, he grabbed the back of my head and kissed me. Shocked, I opened my mouth, and he took full advantage, deepening the kiss with a sweep of his tongue. When he pulled back, his eyes flashed gold, and my stomach flipped.
“Your taste. Your smell. There’s something…” Grabbing my chin, he examined me closely before he
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leaned down to kiss me again. This time, there was no fear, just the anticipation of how he was going to make me feel. I moaned and grabbed the waistband of his pants. After unbuttoning the fly and lowering the zipper, I searched out his c**k. His length didn’t surprise me. It was hardly the first erect c**k I’d ever seen, but it was the first I’d ever touched, and the heat of him made me
shiver.
Rhyson grunted and pushed into my hand. Instinctively, I closed my fist around it. He grabbed me again and ripped my hand away. “If you learn anything tonight, it is that you do not touch me without permission. You want to fist my c**k, then you ask for it, sweetheart. You beg for it.”
My mouth dropped open at that, and he released me and gave me a cocky grin. “Well?”
“May I touch you, Alpha?”
“Close,” he grunted. “Try again.”
“Please let me touch you,” I whispered. “I want to make you feel good.”
“Better.” Grabbing my hand, he licked the palm and placed it on his c**k. “Fist me tightly. Get me nice and hard for you.”
Leaning down again, he pressed my mouth against his and bit my bottom lip. His kiss grew more aggressive, and he broke it only to rip the shirt off me. Naked and wide-open for this stranger, I wondered if I would succumb to my wolf’s skittish nature and run. He continued to fuck himself into my hand as he looked down at me. His hands skimmed down the column of my neck, and I waited to see if he would close his hands around me and squeeze. I’d seen some monsters in my time, and I had a feeling that Rhyson was the most dangerous wolf I’d ever seen, and here I was, willingly stripped naked in front of him.
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