Chapter 11

Jenna

The night air is cool against my skin as Ryan carries me from the pack building, the sounds of celebration still echoing in my ears. My heart races, not just from the adrenaline of the moment, but from the anticipation of what's to come.

Hannah's laughter rings out behind us. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" she calls teasingly.

Ryan shoots her a wolfish grin over his shoulder. "No promises, little sister."

The playful jeers of the pack members fade into the background as Ryan's determined strides eat up the distance to the Thorne estate.

I can feel the raw power of his wolf beneath the surface, a vibration that hums through his body and into mine. His grip on me is firm yet gentle, and I can't help but marvel at the contrast between his strength and his tenderness. The path to the estate is lit by the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the trees, casting long shadows that dance across the grounds.

"Are you sure about this?" I murmur against the heated skin of his neck.

He turns his head, lips brushing my temple. "More sure than I've ever been about anything. You're it for me, Jenna."

We cross the threshold into the mansion, the door closing behind us with a resounding thud that seems to echo the finality of this night. My breath hitches as Ryan's gaze meets mine, the deep blue of his eyes darkened by the same voracious need that twists low in my belly.

"Mine," he growls, the word a possessive whisper that sends shivers cascading down my spine.

I tangle my fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, holding his stare. "Yours," I breathe in response, offering myself to him completely.

He takes the stairs two at a time, his strength and urgency stirring a mixture of excitement and trepidation within me. "I can't wait any longer to make you mine, Jenna. I need you."

The alpha's suite is a blur of rich, dark wood and luxurious textiles, a space that screams power and control—qualities I've come to associate with Ryan himself.

Gently, he sets me down on the plush rug beside his massive bed, his hands lingering on my waist. The air between us is electric, charged with the promise of what's to come. Ryan's fingers trace the contours of my face, his touch tender yet unwavering.

"Jenna," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that resonates deep within me. "If you want me forever, you've got me. I want to bond with you."

My heart stutters at the solemnity in his tone. "What does that mean?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes lock onto mine, his expression earnest. "It means I'll need to bite you, to make it official. It's more than a promise —it's a binding of souls, a sacred bond that ties our essences together for eternity." His thumb brushes my lower lip. "Do you understand?"

A shiver of delight races down my spine as I realize the depth of his commitment. "I want to be with you forever too, Ryan. I love you more than I ever thought possible."

The words seem to shatter his control, and with a ferocity that leaves me breathless, he strips me of my clothes, his movements a blur of urgency and need. His eyes, now a vibrant amber, roam over my exposed skin with a hunger that takes my breath away. He's not just a man; he's a beast, driven by primal instincts that demand he claim me in every way possible.

Ryan's hands roam over my body, mapping every curve and hollow with possessive intent. His touch is a brand, searing me with its heat. He dips his head, his lips and tongue tracing a wet path from the hollow of my throat to the valley between my breasts. He lavishes attention on each peak, his mouth hot and insistent as he sucks and nips at the sensitive flesh. I arch into his touch, my body aching for more.

"You're so responsive," he groans against my skin, his voice a gravelly whisper that sends shivers down my spine. "I want to taste every inch of you, Jenna. I want my scent all over you so that every wolf in a hundred-mile radius knows who you belong to."

His words ignite a fire within me, a desperate need that only he can satisfy. His hands slide down my sides, gripping my hips as he positions himself between my thighs. I can feel the blunt head of his cock nudging at my entrance, and I can't help but whimper with anticipation.

He growls in response, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates through my core. "I can't wait, love. I need to be inside you, to feel you clench around me as I make you come."

"Ryan, please," I beg, my voice trembling with desire. "I need you inside me. I can't wait any longer."

With one powerful thrust, he enters me, filling me completely. The headboard slams against the wall with the force of his movements, the sound echoing through the room as he sets a relentless pace. The pleasure is intense, bordering on pain, but it's a sweet agony that I welcome with open arms. I cling to him, my nails raking down his back as I meet him thrust for thrust.

"You feel so good, Jenna," he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear. "So tight, so perfect. You're mine, and I'm never letting you go."

My body coils tighter and tighter, like a spring wound to its breaking point. I'm teetering on the edge, desperate for release. "I'm close, Ryan. So close," I gasp, my voice barely a whisper.

He captures my lips in a searing kiss, swallowing my cries of pleasure as he drives into me with renewed vigor. His hand snakes between our bodies, his fingers finding my clit with unerring accuracy. He circles the sensitive bundle of nerves, and that's all it takes to send me hurtling over the edge.

My orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, my inner walls clamping down around his cock as I ride out the storm. And then, with a final thrust that seems to reach the very depths of my soul, he bites me, his teeth sinking into the tender flesh where my neck meets my shoulder.

The pain is fleeting, replaced almost instantly by a rush of pleasure so intense that it borders on ecstasy. I can feel him in my mind, a warm, comforting presence that mirrors the love and desire flooding my own heart. The bond between us snaps into place, a tangible connection that binds us together in heart, body, and soul.

"Ryan," I gasp, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I ride the waves of my climax.

He growls against my skin, the vibrations sending little aftershocks of pleasure coursing through me. "I can feel you, Jenna. Your desire, your love—it's all mine."

Even as he comes down from the high of his orgasm, he doesn't stop moving inside me. "Can't stop," he mutters. "I still need you."

"Yes," I sigh, my hips already moving in tandem with his.

He laps at his bite mark, his tongue soothing the sting even as it rekindles the heat between us. With a gentle roll of his hips, he turns us over so that I'm straddling him, my body impaled on his rigid length. The new position allows me to set the pace, to explore the hard planes of his chest and the corded muscles of his arms as I ride him.

"You're so beautiful, Jenna," he murmurs, his hands guiding my movements with a reverence that makes my heart ache. "I love you. I want to do this with you every day for the rest of our lives."

His words unravel me, the emotional and physical connection between us weaving a tapestry of love and passion that transcends anything I've ever known. I feel cherished, desired, and utterly complete.

I lean down to kiss him, our tongues twining together in a dance as old as time. "I love you too, Ryan. I want this—I want us—every day for the rest of my life."

He growls in approval, his hips bucking beneath me as he loses himself in our shared pleasure. He grabs my hips, lifting me and then pulling me down onto his length with a force that steals my breath. The new angle hits a spot inside me that sends me careening over the edge, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave.

Ryan flips us over again, his body covering mine as he drives into me with renewed vigor. His thrusts are deep and powerful, each one punctuated by a declaration of his love for me. "You're mine, Jenna. Forever."

I cling to him, my nails digging into his back as another orgasm builds within me. "And you're mine, Ryan. Always."

With a final, powerful thrust, he finds his release, his body shuddering against mine as he empties himself inside me. We lie there, entwined and gasping for breath, our hearts beating in sync as we come down from the high of our lovemaking.

Ryan rolls onto his side, taking me with him so that we're facing each other. His fingers trace the contours of my face, his touch gentle and reverent. "I never knew it could be like this," he confesses, his voice barely above a whisper. "I never knew I could feel this way about anyone."

I smile, tears of joy pricking at the corners of my eyes. "Me neither, Ryan. But I'm so glad I found you—or that you found me."

He presses a kiss to my forehead, a silent vow of his eternal devotion. "We found each other, Jenna. And I'm never letting you go."

As we drift off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, I know that no matter what the future holds, we'll face it together.