Chapter 35.-1
Rhyson
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Her breathing hitched, and I slipped a hand under her shirt and against her belly. A lot had
happened today for both of us, and part of me knew that I should give her more time to adjust.
Another part of me suspected she needed a distraction, and this was the best way I knew how to
distract.
It was too early to feel the baby. My brain screamed at what I’d learned only a few short minutes
ago.
What if he’s like me? What if he can’t control his wolf?
I was going to have a son.
“Rhyson,” Nyx whispered. My hand stilled, and I waited to see if she would push me away.
When she didn’t say anything, my hand inched up to her t**s. “Yes?” I promised as I brushed a fingertip under one. “Was there something that you wanted?”
“Fuck you. Just tonight.” She rolled onto me, straddling me, and I pulled her shirt off in one swift move before I brought my mouth up to claim her. Her kiss drove me wild. My hands tangled in her red hair, and she ground against me, thin cotton shorts the only barrier between us. I was hard as a rock, but that was nothing new. Just the thought of her could make my c**k stir.
She drove me crazy.
“Shorts off,” I growled. “Show me how wet you are. Show me how wet I make you.”
Pushing off my chest, she stood over me and pressed her hands against the low ceiling for support. “See for yourself.”
Sitting up, I pulled down her shorts and stared at her pretty p***y. It would be dripping. I could already tell even before I placed my finger on her slit. “That first night in the hotel room…
“I was a virgin,” she confirmed. “I knew my father would be pissed that Peterman had rejected me. In time, he’d throw me to another alpha. That night with you was one of the few choices I’ve ever made myself.”
Fury rose in me as I stared up at her. “I’m sorry.” For the way he treated her.
“I don’t regret it.”
But I regret the way I fucking treated her.
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“That’s not what I’m apologizing for.” I slid a finger inside her, marveling at how her wet heat
clenched around me. “I was rough with you that night. It hadn’t even occurred to me that you’d
never been with anyone else.”
My thumb brushed against her clit, and she shuddered. “I liked every second of that night with you. I liked the way you handled me. I thought I’d hate being under a man, but with you, it was different. Don’t be sorry, Rhyson. Be rough. I can take it.”
I would be rough. I’d fuck her until she couldn’t breathe anymore, but all I wanted to give her at this moment was pleasure. “Keep your hands on the ceiling darling, and I’ll eat this pretty p***y until you can no longer stand.”
Before she could react, I palmed her ass cheeks and brought her to my mouth. She gasped and wavered, but after a moment, she locked her knees and moaned. “Fu…uck,” she muttered. “That’s…
Rhyson!”
She squeaked, but didn’t fall, and I kept right on, sucking her clit in my mouth ruthlessly until I felt her legs shake. She tasted all sweet and tangy, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she was a trap made specifically for me. I thought nothing could derail me, but here I was, tangled up with her.
“Tell me that you’re my good girl,” I whispered. “Tell me that you’re mine.”
“Rhyson…”
I teased her just a little with my finger until she cried. “I’m yours. I’m…oh fuck, I’m your good girl.”
When she came, it was with a scream, and I caught her easily as she fell, twisting my body until she was on her stomach under me. Sliding my hands along her back, I grabbed her hips and pulled until her ass was snug against my c**k.
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