Chapter 10

10

Liza's body arched up off the bed. Rylan had fucked her against the wall, and she'd come. He'd fucked her over the back of the couch, and she'd come again. Now they were in his bed. She wasn't sure she could come again, but her body disagreed with her.

Her back arched off the bed. Her body was a bowstring pulled taut as Rylan moved within her, each thrust igniting her nerves like sparks along kindling. Her breath came in ragged gasps, the world reduced to the raw sensation of being filled, claimed, brought to the precipice of pleasure over and again. The room was ablaze with an invisible energy, a current that pulsed from Rylan to her, connecting them in ways she had never known possible.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, clinging on to the solid reality of him as her entire being vibrated with orgasmic intensity. Liza thrived in the ecstasy, her inner walls clenching around him in rhythmic spasms, pulling him deeper, urging him not to stop. Even though she was certain she couldn't take anymore.

With her eyes sealed shut, Liza surrendered to the high, her mind adrift on waves of bliss. It wasn't just the physical euphoria that held her; it was something deeper, something binding. When she finally forced her eyelids open, silver moonlight spilled through the window, casting ethereal shadows across their entwined bodies.

In that gentle glow, she dared to look at Rylan. His eyes were fierce, primal, yet they held an emotion that reached out and twined with the deepest parts of her soul. It scared her—the raw, unyielding truth of it—because in his eyes, she saw the reflection of her own soul, the undeniable recognition of a fated bond.

The mating bond.

It was real, tangible in the way her heart came to beat in time with his. In the way her skin sang only for his touch. She couldn't deny it, this destined connection that now lay bare between them. And as she met his intense gaze with a vulnerability she'd never given another, Liza felt humbled by the enormity of what they shared.

Liza rolled atop Rylan. Her movements were guided by his unspoken permission. Her body was spent, but she wanted him again. And he let her have him. He was an imposing force beneath her, his every muscle taut and ready to surge at her command.

She took him in, feeling every inch as she rode him. Her breasts swayed tantalizingly over his mouth. He caught first one, and then the other nipple, teasing her orgasm to come sooner, harder.

Liza bore down, trying to keep her climax at bay. She didn't want to go over the top yet. She just wanted to feel Rylan. Inside her. Around her. The connection to him was heady. Finally, someone who was hers. And she was his.

As though to punctuate his ownership, he captured her nipple with his teeth, biting down on it as though marking another part of her. The contact sent a lightning bolt of sensation straight to her core, igniting another explosion within her. She cried out, her voice mingling with the night as this new orgasm wrung her out completely. Collapsing onto his broad chest, Liza gasped for breath, her body slick with the sheen of their passion.

But Rylan wasn't spent; his desire was a living thing, insistent and all-consuming. With a swift motion, he rolled her onto her belly. Her moans were captured against the cool sheets. His words, laced with carnal intent, were a sultry whisper against her ear as he positioned himself behind her.

"Come again for me, Liza," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. The growl that followed was not just of a man but hinted at the beast within, adding to the thrill that coursed through her veins.

She couldn't fathom the possibility of more pleasure, her body already spent from their earlier exertions. Yet as he entered her from behind, Liza felt the stirrings of arousal build once more. His hold on her hands was both a restraint and an anchor, his fingers interlocked with hers behind her back.

"Please, Rylan," she panted, the dual sensations of being utterly his captive and yet so intimately connected overwhelming her senses. "I can't?—"

"Shh, you will," he assured her, his voice a seductive caress that reached inside and stoked the embers of her desire. "You're mine, Liza. Now come like a good girl."

His thrusts grew more insistent, each one pushing her toward the brink. She let go, surrendering to his mastery over her body, her soul. When the climax tore through her, it was all-encompassing, riding her hard and teetering on the edge of pain as she found herself writhing uncontrollably.

She didn't know how long she lay trembling. When she came back to consciousness, the sheets were twisted around her like the silken remnants of a storm. Rylan's fervent pace slowed as his body tensed, and then, with a growl that came from the depths of his soul, he found his own release.

Exhaustion claimed him, and he collapsed onto the cool expanse of bed beside her. She felt the mattress dip as he reached for her, drawing her spent form against the solid wall of his chest. The heat of his skin seared through the thin layer of sweat that covered her, the steady drum of his heart reverberating against her back in a soothing rhythm.

"Good girl."

His arms enveloped her as if she were something precious, something cherished. The intimacy of the moment threaded through her senses, lulling her into a sense of peace she'd never before experienced. With each rise and fall of his chest, she felt herself drifting closer to the edge of sleep, safe within the circle of Rylan's embrace.

Her last thought before she fell into a deep sleep was of her sister. She bet Maize would pitch a fit to know that Liza had fallen for another wolf. But this time it was real. And perhaps Maize would understand, since she had gotten the sense that her big sister was falling for Gideon, who had come to check on Liza earlier tonight.

Gideon would tell Maize that Liza was safe. And then, hopefully, he'd bop Maize's brains out, just as his Alpha had done with her.