Chapter 18

My entire body sizzles with arousal as I have the most vivid sex dream of Ranger fucking me into his mattress. My nails dig into his neck as my entire body bounces with each thrust. I swear I can feel his length stretching me to capacity.

I'm close to the edge and intensely pissed that every time I think I'll explode, the sensation lessens.

A moan slips out as consciousness begins to flood in.

"Oh, God," I whisper, trying to process why that felt so real.

"I'm afraid not," Ranger says.

My entire body stiffens, and my mouth falls open against the skin of his pec.

"Do you enjoy tormenting me?" he growls, tightening his hand on my bare ass. "You've woken me up for the second morning in a row, grinding on my cock."

"I didn't mean to take advantage of you in my sleep." I push up to my knees and realize his boxer briefs are soaked with my slick.

The pupils of his light aqua-blue eyes are round saucers as he stares at me with undisguised hunger.

My hips give an involuntary roll, and my lower lips grind over his thick shaft. It would be so much better if the material of his underwear wasn't blocking all the good stuff.

"Who were you dreaming about?" he asks, tilting his head.

"I'm embarrassed." My cheeks burn like they're actually about to catch fire.

His hand leaves my ass, bouncing against it with a painful slap.

My core clenches as my nipples throb, poking through the thin fabric of his T-shirt. It's trapped around my waist as Ranger's hand rubs away the ache.

"Who?" He brings his free hand up, catching my nipple between his pointer and middle fingers. He squeezes, rolling it between them. "I'd like to know, considering we promised to answer any direct questions truthfully."

My hand flies to cover my face as the other digs into his shoulder to keep me upright. "You."

He growls, and it causes a visceral response in my body.

A powerful wave of cramps rips through my stomach, making me moan as I curl toward him.

"It hurts. I'm too hot." I rip off his T-shirt, and my face lands on his chest as I whimper. "Please…" The rest ends up muffled against his skin.

Ranger moves his hand to my lower back and flips us, settling between my knees. "I would like to kiss you." He brushes his fingers over my cheek. "Do I have your consent?"

"Yes." I nod wildly, moving my hand between us to work my clit.

My fingertips brush the head of his cock at the same time as he curls toward me. His curly brown hair falls over his forehead as he stares directly into my eyes and pushes his mouth to mine.

His lips are pillowy soft, but he doesn't shove his tongue into my mouth. He's tentative and maybe a little shy, but the feeling of his hand cradling my cheek makes everything seem more intense.

My lower stomach aches with cramps as he moves his lips over mine.

My instincts scream to rush to the part where he fucks me so deep his knot ends up locked inside me. Breathing in his electric scent doesn't calm my system in the least. My fingers bounce around between us as I try to decide if I should grip him or tease my clit.

His tongue swipes over my lower lip, and I gasp.

He growls, the sound vibrating out of his chest and echoing around the spacious room. The slow and tender kiss turns frantic in an instant.

I bring my other hand up and bury it in his thick curls. My impulses are terrified that he'll pull away. It doesn't make any sense, based on the desperate way he devours my mouth, but I'm not taking any chances.

Ignoring my aching core, I slide the hand between us down the front of his boxer briefs and grip his cock. He snarls against my lips, working his hips so he can fuck my fist. Hot, sticky pre-cum dribbles over my fingers.

"Your scent has my head a mess of alpha fog," he says, nipping at my lips. "I don't know what to do with myself."

"Get inside me," I suggest as he pulls back until he's kneeling. My upper half seems to follow him as my hand falls from his hair. I use my hold on his shoulder to sit up in a kind-of crunch.

It's so bizarre, but my skin buzzes, aching to touch his. It feels a little like he's one side of a magnet drawing me toward him.

My mouth waters, catching sight of the wet spots on the front of his boxer briefs, and it makes my grip on his shaft tighten. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be above licking remnants of his pre-cum from the fabric.

Ranger stares at my tits, and while he's distracted, I release his cock and move both hands to tug at the band of his underwear. They fall down his thighs as his heavy shaft bounces out.

I continue to shove until he plants a hand above my head on the mattress and kicks out of the material. I'm finally able to fall back against the bed completely as his body cages me in.

He teases his free hand down my side from my breast to my hip as he stares at my face. "Your skin is so soft." There's something tentative about his movements that makes me worried that he might not be fully committed to doing this.

Wrapping my hand around his neck, I pull his mouth to mine.

He gives me a quick but thorough kiss before leaning most of his weight on the forearm by my head. "I don't know what you're asking for, and I don't want to make any assumptions."

He licks his lips, staring at me with wide eyes.

I shove his shoulder.

He rolls off of me and onto the middle of the giant mattress.

I follow him like an omega lost to the fog. My senses are obsessed with his scent in the air.

I need to know what he tastes like.My tits land against his lower stomach, but I shimmy down until his shaft is right in front of my mouth.

"W-What are you doing?" he hisses, trying to tug my arms to pull me back up.

My hand wraps around his impressive length as I bring him to my lips. "Isn't it obvious?"

He tugs again. "I don't think that's…appropriate. It feels disrespectful."

My tongue circles his crown, flicking over the slit on the head of his shaft. "It's not. Not to me. I will stop if you want me to, though."

After just one more lick. Apparently, my impulses are fully in control because one flick of my tongue turns into sucking on his tip.

"Fuck," Ranger growls, releasing my arms to caress my cheek. "Are you sure you're enjoying yourself?"

I nod, hollowing my cheeks.

The look on his face is so intense, my core clenches. I'm a little addicted to the soft grunts and groans he makes as I jerk the inches that won't fit in my mouth.

"I-I'm…" He growls, and the sound vibrates around the room. "I think I'm supposed to be the one on my knees for you. Shouldn't I be taking care of you?"

I smile around his cock. "Soaking up your pre-cum is helping soothe the cramps, at least for now."

My tongue traces the vein on the bottom of his shaft, and his length jumps in my mouth, dribbling even more pre-cum. He releases the most satisfying moan I've ever heard, and my entire body breaks out in goose bumps.

"You're beautiful." His palm brushes my cheek as his fingers dig into my skull. "Your breasts bouncing against my thighs might be my new favorite sensation." He works his other hand between us and teases my nipple. "Although, I'm afraid if you keep that up, I won't last much longer."

My pheromones flood the air at his praise.

Okay, maybe he wasn't outright applauding my efforts, but it feels like he was.

"As good as that feels…" He grunts, and his fingers tighten at the base of my skull. "I'm really not sure it's appropriate for me to come in your mouth."

I have zero shame as I grind my slick cunt over his shin and double down my effort to make him lose control. He's always so measured in every word and decision.

I'd like to see him really lost to his instincts.

His shaft swells, growing wider and longer. It makes his tip brush the back of my throat, and I choke.

"See?" he growls, moving his hand completely into my hair and tugging. "I've injured you."

My mouth pops off his cock as he yanks with significant force.

"You didn't hurt me," I tell him truthfully. His wet length slaps against his lower stomach. "I was enjoying tasting you. I wouldn't even mind if you wanted to take over and fuck my throat. I gave it my best go, but your cock is too much to fit in my mouth."

It really is big.

Like, concerningly long and thick.

It nearly reaches his belly button.

My head tilts as I try to determine if all that will ever fit inside me. It has to if I want his knot.

Vaginas are forgiving.

Where there's a will, there's a way.

I almost snort.

Am I really giving myself a you can take that dick pep talk?

"I'm not sure what to make of you, but I greatly enjoy you looking at me like that." Ranger tugs with the hand in my hair and his other on my ribs. It pulls me up his lithely muscled frame. My pussy glides over his shaft, grinding it into his stomach as I leak all over his length. "If you tell me what I'm supposed to do now, I will do my best," he growls, catching my lower lip between his teeth.

Okay, so he's actually at least as socially awkward as I am, and I find it extremely cute. Especially considering he's one of the hottest guys I've ever seen. It's strange that he doesn't have the cocky attitude to back up his looks—at least, not when it comes to sex.

I reach between us, pulling his shaft up and aiming it at my core. One little wiggle of my hips has his tip stretching my opening to capacity.

"That wasn't what I intended," he chokes out with wide eyes. I freeze, trying to convince myself to climb off of him rather than impaling myself farther on his throbbing length. "Don't stop now." He moves a giant hand to my hip, giving me a shove. "You're actually burning my cock."

"Sorry," I moan as my head falls back.

"No apologies necessary." He pulls me up, dropping me back down. "It was just an observation. I would endure much worse to continue to feel you drip around me."

His dirty talk is sweeter than I expected.

My tits throb almost painfully as my nipples tighten in the cool air of the bedroom.

Come to think of it, maybe I'm just burning up with a wave of heat.

I wasn't cold while I slept.

His cock jumps inside me, and it only wedges his crown deeper.

My legs shake as I try to keep myself from falling to his chest. "Wow, I don't even know what to do with myself right now."

The more the air floods with his electric scent, the higher I feel off his pheromones.

"I feel like you're supposed to be moving or I am." Ranger sits up in a crunch, wrapping his forearm around my lower back. "You've not managed more than the first few inches of my cock. Does this qualify as sex?"

"It counts," I grunt, rising and falling on my knees.

"Good to know," he growls. "Can I be of some assistance?"

I almost snort as my face falls to his shoulder. His torso is much longer than mine, but I don't mind. His scent is incredibly strong where my face lands.

"Sorry. I got all warm and fuzzy. I think I got high on your pheromones."

He nods.

"I have the general idea. Let's see if I can take over." His huge hands span from my ass to my hips, and he lifts me until only his tip is inside me, before dropping me again. I slide down his pulsing length until his crown hits the bottom of my pussy. "That is an unreal feeling."

"Yeah." I nod against his skin. The feelings only get more intense as he repeats the process over and over again. "You feel magical," I moan. "Absolutely perfect. And so hard, it takes my breath away."

I finally get my shit together, stretching to capture his mouth as he continues to help me bounce on his length. His chest heaves while our tongues slide around one another.

I've never had someone kiss me so frantically before, but it makes my impulses hum in approval.

My teeth rake over his bottom lip as I pull back, gasping at how much thicker his cock gets. "Okay, wow."

"Fuck," he groans. "Don't move, just give me a minute."

Maybe I'm a little sadistic because his tone only makes me more frantic.

I rise and fall on my shaky knees, but I'm still not able to reach his knot.

My vision gets hazy as I slide a hand between us to tease my clit.

"I-I…" He snarls, and my entire body pulses with heat at the sound. "Well, there's no holding back now."

It feels like a major accomplishment when he curses under his breath, and his cock jumps, spilling inside me.

I'm not there yet, but I swear the look on his face makes the experience worth it. His muscles go rigid as his hands lock down on my lower back and ass.

It gets almost painful as his shaft swells, but it only ramps up my own desire. He pulls me even deeper down his length, and I switch to swiveling, grinding movements to milk every ounce of his cum.

I'm not expecting him to roll us, and I don't realize what's happening until my back hits the mattress. My feet circle his legs as his palm hits the bed above my head.

He stares directly into my eyes while he pulls out and slams back inside.

His lower lip rolls through his teeth as his hand lands on my hip. "I feel like we've made a big mistake here. You clearly have no idea what you've just done. And. I. Let. You." He punctuates each word with a vicious snap of his hips into mine.

"Let me?" I moan as his pelvis brushes against my clit.

"Mmm," he hums. "I suppose you haven't heard the chatter, or maybe you didn't take it seriously, but I know who I am. It's why I keep myself on a tight leash." He growls, rolling his hips. It's only then I realize his knot is just outside my opening. "Only, you unleashed me."

I don't get to respond with something witty or even confused, because he rams deeper, shoving his knot inside my opening.

My nails rake down his lower back and dig into his ass. "Oh, okay, that's your knot."

"Yes, it is." His muscles get tight. "I've never been locked inside someone before, but the way your pussy ripples around my cock says you need it."

"I do," I agree, trying to catch my breath. "I need you."

"You have me, Laken. I guess we'll see what that means for the both of us moving forward." He nips at my lips. "You're mine now, which means I'm also yours. I hope you're happy with your acquisition, sweet girl."

I moan against his lips as his knot locks inside me. It fills my entire being with intense euphoria. "Rub my clit, please."

He complies, but his movements are erratic, and it makes my feet bounce against his ass.

"You'll have to teach me what you like," he growls, twirling his tongue around my lower lip.

Yanking my hand off his back, I move it between us and cup his fingers in mine. "Like this."

Ranger is a quick study. He begins to practice rutting into me, and my vision gets so foggy, all I can focus on is his face. He alternates between staring at my expression and glancing between us.

"It's frustrating being unable to move much, but I do like it when you clench your inner walls." He grins a lopsided smile that takes my breath away.

My entire body curls off the mattress and toward his chest as my clit pulses and pleasure jolts through my entire body.

A string of incoherent begging slips from my lips as I shake with the force of my orgasm.

"There's no way. None. It would be impossible not to lose it," he growls as his knot drags just inside my opening with each languid thrust. His shaft swells, growing harder. It intensifies my own orgasm as I gush around his swollen length. "I'm utterly soaked in your slick."

I can barely process that this is reality as he falls on top of me and kisses me as he comes. My hips leave the mattress as I use my feet as leverage on his ass to grind up into him. He snarls, sounding so satisfied that my head snaps to the side, offering him my neck.

"I told you that you were dangerous." He licks and sucks down my throat as I tremble under him. "I can only hope you know what you've gotten us both into."

I struggle to catch my breath as his hair tickles my cheek.

Um.

He sounds very serious.

And now I'm wondering what the hell I did get us both into.

The next time I wake up, I'm resting on Ranger's chest. A quick wiggle of my hips tells me his knot is still very much locked in my core.

A breath shudders out as I realize the sun is officially up. It's brighter in the room, and I feel about a million times more vulnerable than I did a few hours ago. The need for dick and the pheromone fog made it much easier to ignore the repercussions.

"Good morning," he says in his deep, rumbly tone. It makes my entire body stiffen as he runs his hand up and down my spine. "I've been monitoring your temperature, but I don't believe you're feverish. The knotting appears to have helped."

"Yeah, I agree. I don't feel like I'm burning alive anymore."

"Are you feeling up to doing some shopping today?"

My mouth is dry, making it hard to swallow around the rocks that seem to have formed in my esophagus. "I do need clothing and other necessities."

He's seriously attractive, but we barely know each other.

Why couldn't my system allow me to remember that last night when I was attacking him?

"I will provide everything you need from here on out." His aqua gaze meets mine. "I think it would be best if I send a team to retrieve your belongings in Chicago. I'll hire professional movers who will treat your things with the utmost care."

I might be half awake, but… "What?"

"I can't imagine you'll be fine leaving all your things behind, but if you'd like to start fresh, I support that decision completely."

I move to sit up, and my hands come to rest on his flat stomach. It makes me a tiny bit self-conscious because it's daylight, and I definitely don't have a flat tummy. I'm kinda pear-shaped. Smaller on top, but thicker the farther down we move.

"I'm eventually going to have to go home," I say, wrapping a forearm around the pooch of lower stomach that seems especially puffy this morning. Apparently, it only takes comparing my soft frame to a Greek god of a man before the self-confidence issues come out in full force.

"I prefer having more space than Chicago can provide," Ranger says, pulling my arm away from my abdomen. "Are you feeling crampy again?"

"No." I glance away as his palm lands on my lower stomach.

"I was able to satiate your needs." He sounds a little feral. "I did, didn't I?"

The next thing I know, he's rolling us, and I'm gazing up at him.

I smile at the hopeful look on his face. "You did. I'm a little surprised your knot hasn't gone down yet."

"I may have had an additional few orgasms since you fell asleep."

An unexpected bubble of laughter bursts out.

He really is cute…

Only, it's morning, which means it's time to take my all-in-one suppressant and birth control.

Reality catches up so fast.

"Ohmigod," I hiss, shoving at his shoulder. It forces his knot to drag inside me, and we both groan.

"We're still locked together. What's the matter?" he asks, studying my face.

My stomach drops. Everything happened so fast. There was no time to think through the consequences. "My suppressants include my birth control, but I haven't had them in however many days it's been. Also, the suppressants were failing to work with my system for a while before I was even kidnapped."

"That is intriguing," he says, sliding a hand between us…to rub my stomach.

Why, exactly, is he doing that?

"I was supposed to get a callback from the doctor with a new prescription for birth control, since she refused to refill my suppressants." I push up, using my forearms. "Holy shit! When was the last time you got tested? There are so many things we didn't talk about."

"You have nothing to worry about," he says calmly. The look on my face must tell him I disagree. "I am tested regularly as a caveat of my job. It's a necessity, since I tend to come into contact with bodily fluids." My eyes narrow. "Blood, brain matter, the tears of my enemies."

I try to hold back the laugh, but he's adorable sometimes. "I got tested after I found out my boyfriend was cheating on me."

"What about Tanner?"

"We didn't have sex. I mean, we did some other stuff?—"

His head tilts as he studies me. "Truly?"

"I promise. So, you haven't been with anyone since you were tested last, or you used condoms?" I ask, still kind of obsessing about needing those details.

"No," he says, shaking his head. "Today was a first for me on multiple levels. I've spent the last twenty-nine years of my life convinced I was asexual."

My jaw falls.

Like, so far open, I'm surprised it doesn't hit my chest.

"As I said." He shrugs, running his fingers over my abdomen. "You unleashed me. I hope you're happy with the results."

I don't even know what to say, but I don't believe he's lying.

What guy would lie about being a virgin?

Okay, so that's kinda monumental.

Crazy in a good way.

Also a little overwhelming.

He really should have warned me. I would have put more effort into utterly blowing his mind.