into my mouth and groaning at the taste of our mingled arousals. He cursed, then threaded his fingers in my hair and forced himself deeper.
“Don’t stop doing that until I tell you to,” he said.
I nearly laughed. As if I would stop on my own. I was addicted to the taste of him. Our taste. I just wanted to stay in bed with him forever. Or in this shower.
He reached over to turn on the water, the spray coming down like rainfall from above. It trickled over my head to my eyes, forcing me to close them as I hollowed my cheeks around him.
“Fuck, I love that,” he said, weaving his fingers back into my hair to hold me to him as he curled around me from above. The water disappeared, his larger body blocking it and allowing me to open my eyes again.
I found him braced above me with his forearm against the wall, the rest of him a display of firm muscle and lean strength. It made me want to lick him—something I’d done several times over the last few days. He’d said it was the animal inside me, but I was pretty sure it had nothing to do with my wolf and everything to do with natural desire. Ryder had the kind of body that was meant to be worshiped, and worship him I did.
He growled as I took him deeper, his hand still in my hair while he remained braced on his other arm. I felt caged in by hot, sensual male. Surrounded by his heady scent. Claimed by his cock lodged deep in my throat.
I never wanted this to end, and I proceeded to show him that by unleashing every talent I’d ever learned and combining it with what I knew he enjoyed. I cupped his heavy balls, used my thumb to massage the base of his shaft, and established a rhythm meant to drive him mad.
It worked.
He muttered something about never getting enough of me, his body tense with a need that shouldn’t have been possible given our last few hours in bed. But he was insatiable, his stamina resolute and finely primed.
“Damn it, Willow,” he breathed, his head hitting the back of my throat. “You’re going to make me come again down that pretty little throat.”
I groaned in approval, working him over with my tongue and mouth.
It didn’t matter how long this took, my goal to satisfy him unwavering.
Part of me realized I’d gone mad with lust for him, lost to this cocoon of sensual bliss he’d evoked around us. I refused to fight it. Because for the first time in my life, I was enjoying myself.
Ryder made me feel alive. Happy. Cherished.
Such a bizarre combination, especially as I sat in such an inferior position now, but I felt his reverence in the way his thumb stroked the sensitive space behind my ear. He had a death grip on my hair yet ensured I could sense his admiration.
His cock began to pulse in my mouth, his muscles tensing along his abdomen, telling me he was close to erupting. I sucked him through the initial tremors, coaxing him to give me everything and to lose his control just for a moment.
“Willow,” he groaned, his body beginning to shake. And then I felt him on my tongue, his salty essence flowing into the back of my throat.
The tendons of his neck strained, his face a beautiful mask of furious rapture. Mmm, I loved this moment, his vulnerability and pleasure an intoxicating gift that I cherished.
He growled, delighting my inner wolf. It was followed by a curse, and eventually praise. Ryder called me his sweet pet, his fingers combing through my hair while he continued to shelter me from the water above.
“You’ve destroyed me,” he marveled, a note of awe in his tone. “Come here.” His touch drifted down to my chin, a slight pinch causing me to release him from my mouth, then he guided me upward to my feet. I moaned as he captured my lips, his tongue a whispering caress that opened me completely to him. He pulled me beneath the water, kissing me as the warm spray washed away the evidence of our time in bed. Yet I could still smell him, his minty essence forever embedded into my skin.
I still didn’t understand everything about being a hybrid—hell, I barely understood how I’d become one—but all my concerns swirled down the drain as he held me.