21. Mai

Chapter twenty-one

Mai

T he moment Ryan and I stepped through the front door of the Alpha House, a new wave of exhaustion washed over me. We'd been out for a few hours, chasing and playing. We'd Shifted back and headed back to the compound. I felt better, whole again; but even my wolf couldn't erase the weariness that came with too much stress and too little sleep. Ryan's hand felt warm against my skin, and he cupped my face and kissed me softly. My wolf stirred.

Mate. Ours.

Yes, I agreed.

Ryan and me needed this. We needed alone time, without anyone else around, without any pressures or roles or duties. Without being the Alphas of the Three Rivers. We needed the chance to just be Ryan and Mai again. And right now, I just wanted to curl up with him and sleep for a year.

"Hey," Ryan said softly, his fingers gently brushing mine as we stood in the foyer. His touch sent shivers up my spine. "You alright? "

"Yeah," I breathed out, my voice barely above a whisper. "I just...let's go back to the Shaw house. I miss the comfort of your room. I feel safe there."

Ryan's eyes darkened, and a mischievous grin tugged at the corner of his lips. "Mmmm. I have a better idea," he said, his voice low and seductive. "Step two: we make new, good memories in the Alpha House. Memories that will make you feel just as safe here."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What exactly do you have in mind?" I asked, trying to suppress the flutter in my stomach as all thoughts of sleep fled. Our bond flared to life, and I swallowed hard, feeling for a moment everything that he was.

"Fun things, Mai," he replied, his tone playful yet possessive. "Fun, naked, things in every room."

With a devilish smirk, Ryan took my hand and led me further into the empty house, our footsteps echoing throughout the space. The anticipation built within me, creating a delicious tension as I tried to imagine what he had planned for us.

The moment we entered the kitchen, he murmured, "Trust me," as his hands moved down to my waist before swiftly lifting me up onto the cool granite surface of the kitchen island. The sensation sent a shiver through my body. He whipped my top off, then my bra, so I was naked from the waist up. He hesitated, his eyes roaming possessively over me.

"So beautiful. And all mine," he growled.

My breath caught as I realized he was solely focused on me and me alone. For him, there was nothing else in this world. I was his prey and part of me knew that an apex predator had me in its sights. I wanted to run, to hide, but I couldn't move. He had me pinned just with his gaze.

"Lie down."

Right now, Ryan was all Alpha male, possessive and radiating authority, and I knew I would do anything he said. I lay back against the cool granite top. "Good. Now keep your hands above your head."

I intertwined my fingers and rested them on the smooth surface above my head.

"Promise you won't move them," he added, his gaze locked onto mine, searching for any sign of hesitation.

"I promise," I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest. The vulnerability of being in this position, of being completely at his mercy, set my core on fire.

As Ryan leaned down to capture my lips, I allowed myself to get lost in the moment, reveling in the heat of our connection. The scent of him, pine needles and musk, enveloped me like a warm embrace, making me feel safe and cherished.

"Ryan," I murmured, my voice thick with desire as he trailed his fingers along my neck and down my sides, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. I felt a shiver of anticipation run through me.

"Shhh," he murmured, his lips curving into a wicked grin that sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me. "Save your energy, Mai. You're going to need it."

I squirmed beneath his touch as he slowly peeled off my jeans, and then dragged my panties down my legs and over my ankles. His movements were deliberate and unhurried. I wriggled, wanting to touch him, to feel his heat under my hands, but I'd promised not to move my arms.

"Patience, beautiful," Ryan chastised gently, his breath warm against my ear as he leaned in to press a series of feather-light kisses along the curve of my throat. "We have hours, and I plan on making you beg. A lot."

He kneeled down by my ankles and started to tease me with his lips and tongue, trailing kisses and licks up my legs.

My body arching towards him of its own accord, desperate for him to get to the good spots. He chuckled, and continued his slow ascent of my legs, kissing and licking around my core, getting closer and then sliding away. It was torture. I just wanted to grab his head and move it where I wanted. I balled my hands into tight fists, trying my best to control my body's yearning for his touch.

"Say it, Mai," he demanded, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "I can see how wet you are, how much you want me. But you're going to have to beg for it."

I lasted another moment, before I couldn't take it anymore.

"Please, Ryan, suck my clit, I want to feel your tongue on me, inside of me," I heard the desperation in my voice, but I didn't care. All I wanted right now was to feel his hot mouth on me.

"There, that wasn't so hard, was it?" he murmured, before finally giving me what I wanted. His tongue flicked over my clit before encircling it, then sliding rapidly over it up and down with the expertise of the only person who knew my body completely. I looked down at him and watched him as he kissed and sucked my clit, flicking his tongue over it, before sinking it deep inside me. It was pure pleasure. I was so wound up, every touch of his tongue made me moan and quiver. My breathing grew shallower as he used his tongue to press inside me ever-so-slightly, finding the most sensitive place before sliding away yet again. Sensing that I was close, he pressed on just a little harder without increasing the tempo of his strokes. I felt like I was going to come apart. My entire body was on fire, every inch of me screaming to release the tension that was building within me. He reached up and pinched one of my nipples, and the combination sent me over the edge, high into orgasmic bliss.

I arched my neck and let out a gasping cry as my spine stiffened and my release crashed over me in a wave of ecstasy.

I came down from the high slowly. The counter top was cool against my heated skin. I looked down at Ryan standing over me, his face full of male satisfaction.

"Don't think for a second that I'm done with you, yet."

Um, yay!

"Come with me," he murmured, his voice low and seductive, as he held out his hand. I gripped it and slid off the countertop.

"I'm naked," I pointed out.

Ryan grinned at me. "I know."

He pulled me toward the door.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see," he replied with a mysterious grin.

We tiptoed through the house. The lights were off, and I could only hear the sounds of our heartbeats and our soft breathing. The cool air brushing against my bare nipples made me shiver. Ryan guided me into the study. "We're making new memories, remember," he said, the hunger in his gaze making my heart race .

I nodded as he pulled me close, pressing his lips to mine in a kiss that left me craving more. My hands clung to his broad shoulders as he backed me up against the bookcase.

"Touch me, Mai," he ordered, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.

Oh, fuck, yes!

I obliged, taking off his shirt and exploring the hard planes of his chest, circling his nipples before trailing lower to unbutton his jeans. He groaned as my fingers brushed against the massive bulge beneath the denim. Opening his pants, I slid my fingers beneath the elastic of his boxers and found his shaft. He groaned, warm breath tickling the sensitive spot behind my ear.

"I love it when you touch me," he murmured against my skin as I began stroking him in a lazy rhythm, taking him in my hand, squeezing gently. I teasingly ran my thumb over the sensitive tip of his penis, loving the way he moaned in response. I gave his length one last stroke before kneeling down and taking him into my warm mouth. My tongue explored his steel-hard length, tracing every vein and ridge on the underside of his cock as though committing them to memory. I moaned as I took him deeper, feeling his precum hitting the back of my throat, and savoring the taste of my mate. He moaned and tangled his fingers in my hair, guiding me as I worked him with my mouth and hands.

I felt a wave of desire building within me as I enjoyed the sounds coming from his lips. I loved the feel of him sliding in and out of my mouth, the sounds of me sucking deeply and him moaning. His cock twitched. Then he reached down, grasped me under my arms, and lifted me up. I whined in disappointment, but Ryan just chuckled, then sat me on the desk. The smooth wood surface was cool against my butt and I hitched in a breath as Ryan spread my legs wide.

"Remember, you need to beg, Mai," he ordered, as he picked up one of my legs and threw it over his shoulder. I gripped the desk, bracing myself for what was to come. Ryan traced a finger along my slit, his thumb stroking my clit as he circled his fingers around my entrance. He dipped them inside, just the tips of his finger, then withdrew.

I moaned.

He did it again, driving me crazy with his teasing. I needed to feel him all the way inside of me.

"Ryan," I gasped.

"Yes?"

He teased me with his fingers, never going more than an inch inside.

"Say it, Mai."

"Please, please, Ryan."

"There's my good girl."

He plunged three fingers in and I cried and arched toward him when he hit my g-spot. My fingers gripped the desk as I thought of his cock sliding into my wet core. I'd never wanted anyone as much as I wanted him right now.

"Please, Ryan. Please fuck me," I breathed.

He growled deeply, and before I could draw another breath, he removed his fingers and drove deep within me in one powerful thrust. His cock hit the end of my vagina, filling me to the hilt; it felt so right, like it belonged inside me. I closed my eyes as he pulled out almost all the way, leaving just his head still inside. He rocked back and forth, teasing me with just the tip of his cock this time.

I opened my eyes. Ryan lifted an eyebrow at me.

I gave in. "Please, Ryan."

He grinned, then plunged back inside of me, filling me entirely yet again.

I trembled around him, loving every minute of his forceful, single-minded passion. He slid out, then thrust inside me again. The desk creaked against the force of his thrusts as he pounded into me.

"Harder," I begged, feeling another orgasm building within me. He leaned back, changing the angle, and reached up with one hand to knead my breast. Then he gave in to my request, driving into me even harder. I gasped each time he thrust inside, his cock sending a deep vibration through me that threatened to consume us both. I reveled in it. In all of him, in knowing that he was mine. Only mine.

"I'm going to come," I moaned.

He immediately slowed. "You need to beg for that."

"Ryan!" I complained.

"Beg, Mai. I want to hear you beg to come."

"Fuck!" I couldn't stand it any longer. My body was quivering with need. "Please, Ryan. Please make me come!" I panted.

He laughed. He fucking laughed. I didn't have time to get pissed about it, though, as he drove into me with such force and energy that my mind went blank with pleasure. We reached the edge together. I grabbed the desk edge on either side of me and held on as the first wave of pleasure swept through me. My inside walls tightened, my hands opening and closing against the desk, unable to find purchase. My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, rocking my body hard, pulling a scream from my lips. Ryan's fingers dug into my hips, holding me still as he continued to thrust within me through the waves of my climax. Our bond flared to life, and for a moment, I could feel his utter awe. He loved me, worshipped my body, and had plans to do this every day, several times a day, for the rest of our lives.