Chapter Sixteen

Pearl

The orgasm gripped me so hard that I was having trouble letting go. Wave after wave of intense pleasure spread from where Rylan and I were connected. I felt like I was locked in a pleasure loop with no end in sight.

After what felt like hours, my body relaxed, causing tears to gather in my eyes and slip down my cheeks. I had never experienced anything like that. It had consumed me. Mind, body, and soul. I didn’t know where I started, and he ended. It was intense, so incredible that I was mildly frightened by it.

Something rubbed over my cheeks, whisking away the tears. I blinked open my eyes. It was a chore just to move that much. Rylan’s stormy-green eyes met mine, his eyebrows scrunched together in worry, but I could also see his satisfaction.

“Hey,” he said softly, caressing my cheeks again. “Are you okay?”

“That was…” I giggled, overcome by all that I had just experienced. “It was incredible.”

The corner of Rylan’s lip rose as he smirked at me. The worry was gone, overshadowed by the smug look on his face. I returned his smile while I stretched out my legs, realizing we were no longer connected. I frowned, trying to remember when he pulled out and why.

“You were crying,” Rylan said gently, like he’d plucked my question straight out of my head.

Wait a second.

‘Rylan?’I mentally pushed the question out toward him, hoping that it worked.

Rylan shook his head, looking like a wolf who had a bug buzzing around his ears.

“Did you hear that?” I asked, trying again with renewed concentration.

“Yes and no.” Rylan shook his head again in irritation. “I can feel it more than hear it.”

“Oh.” I frowned, disappointed.

I’d heard that completing the mating would awaken abilities in both of us. Technically though, we weren’t fully mated yet since we hadn’t done everything that completing the bond required. I huffed, slightly annoyed that nothing new had come of it then immediately regretted the thought. We weren’t doing this for the new abilities but because we loved each other. This was a commitment that I couldn’t imagine having with anyone else.

“Don’t worry. It’ll come in time.” Rylan shot me a teasing grin before running his hand down my thigh.

I sucked in a breath as awareness of where his touch registered. Heat poured into my belly, and I gasped. A spark appeared in his eyes as the color shifted to greener than gray.

My heart skipped a beat as his wolf pushed forward, needing a front row seat. Like it was an invitation, my own wolf appeared, excited to participate as well.

“Mate.”

“Mate.”

Our wolves greeted each other seriously, I chuckled inwardly. Wolves did not mince words or offer pleasantries. They were straight forward and brisk, something I envied about them.

“This is not… my ideal form,” Rylan’s wolf began, his voice deeper than it had been a few seconds earlier. “Regardless, I’m ready to make you mine.”

“Pfft, typical.” My wolf huffed, surprising the hell out of me, and judging by the taken-aback look on Rylan’s face, he was as well.

‘What the hell?’I hissed at my other half. Heat still coursed through my body, and I was hyper aware of where Rylan was and what he was touching. Now wasn’t the time to pick a fight.

“Have I offended you, mate?” Rylan’s wolf asked, his eyes fixated on my face, studying it like he would a rabbit he was hunting.

“Bold of you to assume I want to be yours.” If I was in control of my body, I would have facepalmed my forehead.

‘What are you playing at?’I thought we wanted the same thing, but her reaction indicated she didn’t.

Green irises narrowed on my face, and I fought not to squirm under the intensity. That stare had the power to make wolves submit, but my wolf shrugged it off like it was a fog rolling over the ground.

Rylan’s lip and nose rose in a snarl, his wolf not expecting any backtalk. My own face mirrored his expression, our muscles tightening in anticipation.

‘Answer me,’I growled, readying to fight for control. I didn’t know what my wolf was doing, but I wasn’t about to let her ruin this when we’d worked so hard to get here.

“Submit,” Rylan’s wolf growled.

My wolf ignored the command, which impressed me. She snarled, “No.”

Faster than he could react, I moved.

Clenching my thighs to hold him in place, I arched up, using my weight to reverse our positions. My hand found his throat, claws pricking his skin as I held him down. His green eyes were an inferno of rage, but he did the correct thing and remained still. He was our prey now.

“Submit,” I commanded, watching his jaw tighten as he defiantly pressed against my hand. Blood swelled where my claws punctured, filling the room with the smell that instantly made my mouth start to water.

As a wolf shifter, I’d never craved blood like my wolf did, but this was entirely different. She wasn’t the only one craving it now. The difference was that it was our mate’s blood that we wanted, that we hungered for, craved. The scent of it was enticing to the point where we leaned down in order to smell the trickles of blood better. A fire ignited in my core, making me gasp as need surged through my mind.

I panted, trying to get control of myself, but my wolf was lost to the lust our mate’s blood had sparked. With my hand still on Rylan’s throat, I reached with my other hand and grasped his erection. Rylan snarled when my fingers wrapped around him, his cock jumping in my hand.

Grinning, I guided him to where I wanted him then sat down, impaling myself with him. Taking him as deep as it would go, I watched his eyes roll when he was fully seated inside me. My breathing was shallow as I adjusted to the invasion, biting my lip to keep from moving.

“Fuck.” Rylan gasped, eyes snapping open to stare up at me, desire written all over his face.

“Do you like this?” my wolf asked, squeezing our inner muscles around his shaft, eliciting a groan. “Submit and you can have it.”

Irises hazy with want met mine, a challenge in their depths.

You’ll break first.I gritted my teeth and tilted my chin up, determined that he would be the first to give in.

He didn’t move, but neither did I. I could read defiance in the way his jaw flexed, which just made my resolve to resist that much more difficult. My wolf debated on what to do next while I waited, so turned on. I was on the verge of begging her to stop this ridiculous game.

An idea popped into my head that my wolf immediately bounced on. Rylan’s wolf was unmoving under us, and our objective was to make him submit to us. What better way than for us to seek our own pleasure?

With my hand still on his throat, I rolled my hips biting my lip, so I didn’t cry out. I moved again, eyes fixated on his face, watching every emotion that flitted across it.

Stubborn wolf.

I ran my free hand up my stomach until I reached my breasts. I gave one a squeeze before running my fingers over my nipple, feeling the skin pucker. Rolling my hips again, I couldn’t help a rough exhale as the feel of him inside me, plus my own teasing touches, pulled me closer to the edge.

I gasped and moaned, using his prone body as I saw fit, my hand still on his throat. My movements became jerky as I rode him, the feeling indescribable. My wolf started to whimper as we tried but couldn’t get in the right position. Rylan’s breathing was labored as he watched us struggle, the muscles in his jaw clenching and unclenching.

My wolf growled in my head, frustrated by the lack of involvement on Rylan’s part. The whimpering, gasping, moaning, and touching was all just a ploy. A game to get Rylan and his wolf to submit to us.

I didn’t see why it was so important until my wolf explained that, as our mate, we were the only ones he should submit too. This wasn’t a battle of wills like I had thought. We were proving a point. The point being that, once he submitted to us, then we would submit to him. As his mate, I came before everything else. If I was going to be vulnerable with him, he needed to be vulnerable with me first. He had to prove that we could trust him.

I felt a change in him as my wolf explained everything to me, like he was listening in to our conversation. His hands gripped my hips as he repositioned in order to push his hips up into me. My head fell back, the angle and force of him enough to make me see stars.

Through lust-glazed eyes, I watched as Rylan’s whole demeanor shifted. Gone was the stubbornness, replaced by acceptance. He was submitting to me the only way he knew how. I shuddered an exhale, finally able to relax.

“Thank you,” my wolf whispered with my voice.

“Anything for you,” Rylan said, voice still the deep baritone of his wolf.

With his hands on my hips, he guided me as I chased my pleasure. I removed my hand from his throat and placed both on his chest, using him to leverage my body up and down, meeting him thrust for thrust.

Tingles ran from my scalp all the way to my toes as pleasure crashed over me. I cried out when Rylan increased the pace, pounding into me until he was drunk on the feeling of me.

Before my orgasm had completely wrung me out, Rylan sat up, his arms wrapping around my back to hold me up. Somehow, he positioned himself, so he had a better angle. I gasped when he hit a spot inside me differently, making me come even harder.

Rylan’s lips caressed my chest, moving upward until he reached my shoulder. He licked the skin where my neck met my collarbone, and I shivered. My nails dug into the skin of his chest, the scent of blood wafting through the air.

Rylan panted, his breath coming in quick succession as he tasted my skin while still thrusting into me. I felt like a sack of bones, so dizzy from the rush that I barely recalled that Rylan hadn’t came yet. Not once.

His teeth scraped my collarbone, I moaned and leaned my head to the side so he had better access. At my submission, Rylan sank his teeth into my skin. The initial sting caused me yell, until the pain subsided. My senses were overflowing with my mate’s scent; he surrounded me completely, imprinting himself inside and out.

Fangs pierced my gums as instinct took over. My jaw stretched open, my teeth sinking into the back of Rylan’s neck. He shuddered but didn’t pull away, didn’t remove his mouth from my skin. Blood welled from the wound I inflicted, the scent tickling my nose. I pressed my lips to his skin, licked and sucked the blood that dripped out of the puncture wounds.

When the taste of him hit my tongue, I pulsed again. My inner muscles clenched so tight around his cock that I thought I might hurt him. With a muffled roar, Rylan jerked inside me, pushing up as far as he could.

On another level, I felt our souls reach for each other. Connecting. Completing the mate bond and filling me with Rylan’s love. For the first time in my life, I felt whole.