MATED TO FATHER, FATED TO SONS-Chapter 17: DANGEROUS

AMARIS

"I love my girls good for me," he growled as he trailed his fingers through my thighs

"Uhhh, Ryk..."

My wolf was making sounds I had never heard before, completely betraying every logical thought trying to form in my head.

Heat was pooling between my legs in a way that made me want to die from embarrassment because my body was already answering his question before he even touched me.

His fingers traced higher, up the inside of my thigh, and I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood trying to keep the sound trapped in my throat.

He moved slowly, he wanted me to feel every single second of anticipation.

It was killing me and he knew it.

When he reached the edge of my underwear he paused and looked at me, his eyes still that burning red, his face so close I could feel his breath on my lips.

Then his fingers pushed past the fabric of my underwear and slid inside me.

I gasped like a wrecking ball but immediately his mouth covered mine swallowing the noise.

His tongue pushing into my mouth at the same moment his fingers pushed deeper between my legs.

I was wet. God, I was so wet it was humiliating.

His fingers slid through the slickness easily, finding that sensitive spot that made my knees buckle through my clits and circling them to induce sensation and my hands clutch at his shoulders for support because I couldn’t stand on my own anymore.

He groaned into my mouth and I felt the vibration of it all the way down to where his hand was moving in slow, deliberate circles.

The sensation was overwhelming, too much and not enough at the same time.

Heat was building in my core, spreading through my limbs, making everything feel hypersensitive and raw.

His thumb found that bundle of nerves and pressed and I broke the kiss with a strangled cry, my head falling back against the door.

He didn’t stop. His fingers kept moving, exploring, learning exactly what made me gasp and shake and lose whatever composure I had left.

"Ryker," I breathed, and I didn’t even know what I was asking for.

Stop. More. Please.

All of it jumbled together in my head while my body responded to him like it had been waiting for this, like every touch was confirmation of something inevitable.

His mouth moved to my neck, kissing and biting the sensitive skin there while his hand worked between my legs with a confidence that suggested he knew exactly what he was doing.

I was falling apart, coming undone under his touch, and the worst part was that he was right.

I was enjoying it.

The pleasure was building, coiling tighter and tighter in my lower stomach, and I could hear myself making sounds I had never made before, desperate little whimpers that would have mortified me if I had any capacity left for shame.

Then he stopped.

Just stopped, his fingers stilling inside me right when I was on the edge of something I had never felt before.

My eyes flew open and I stared at him in confusion and desperation, my chest heaving.

He smirked, that infuriating self satisfied expression spreading across his face. "Are you enjoying it?"

I nodded frantically, my hips trying to move against his hand to get back that friction, that building pressure he had just stolen from me.

"No," he murmured, his free hand coming up to grip my chin and force me to look at him. "I need you to use your words, Amaris. Are you enjoying it?"

It was degrading as hell. Standing there with his hand between my legs, being made to verbalize what my body was already screaming. But I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t fight it anymore.

"I am enjoying it Ryker," I whispered, hating how my voice sounded, breathy and wrecked.

His smile widened, predatory and satisfied. "Do you want more?"

I nodded again and immediately his grip on my chin tightened.

"What did I just tell you?"

"Yes," I gasped out, my face burning with shame and arousal. "Yes I do."

He leaned in closer, his mouth brushing against my ear as he spoke. "How do you think you will feel if I have those breasts of yours in my mouth," he paused, his thumb pressing against that sensitive bundle of nerves again making me whimper, "and my fingers inside you, pushing in deep?"

My knees were growing weak, my whole body trembling.

The image he painted made heat flood through me in waves. "I don’t know," I managed to choke out.

"Do you want to find out?" he rasped against my neck, his teeth grazing the skin there.

I nodded and then quickly corrected myself. "Yes."

Then he pushed away from me.

Just stepped back completely, pulling his hand out from between my legs and leaving me collapsed against the door gasping for air like I had been drowning.

He laughed, actually a raspy hearty sound, while I stared at him in shock and confusion.

"What the fuck?" I breathed.

"You really do want to get fucked, huh little virgin girl," he drawled, his eyes raking over me with amusement. "Don’t you want to keep yourself for my old man anymore?"

Reality came crashing back in a wave of humiliation and rage.

What the hell was I doing? This was Ryker. The same Ryker who wanted to use me to destroy his father.

The same Ryker everyone warned me about and I had just stood there and let him touch me, let him reduce me to a begging mess.

Anger flooded through me burning away the haze of desire. I shoved him hard, both hands against his chest, putting as much force behind it as I could manage.

"Fuck you Ryker," I snarled, yanking the door open. "Leave my room."

He laughed again, the sound infuriating. "You didn’t want me to leave just now when I was about to fuck you."

"Leave!" I screamed, my voice cracking.

He walked toward the door slowly, still wearing that smirk like he had won something.

But he stopped at the entrance, turning back to look at me with those dark eyes that were no longer glowing red but still just as dangerous.

"If you want more," he murmured, his voice dropping low, "come to my room by midnight."

"I would rather die than come," I spat back.

He chuckled, the sound rich with amusement, and leaned against the doorframe. "Don’t worry baby girl," he paused, his eyes traveling down my body one more time before meeting my gaze again, "I can make you come."

Then he walked out.

I slammed the door behind him so hard the frame rattled, my hands shaking as I turned the lock.

I pressed my back against the wood and slid down to the floor, finally releasing the breath I didn’t know I had been holding.

My whole body was still trembling, still aching for something it shouldn’t want. My underwear was soaked.

My lips were swollen from his kisses. I could still feel the ghost of his fingers inside me.

They were right about him.

Ryker is dangerous.