43. Mai

Chapter forty-three

Mai

I took Ryan's hand. "Come on, I want to show you something."

I led him down the garden and into the woods. I felt the cool breeze brushing against my skin, carrying with it the tantalizing scent of pine and earth. The moonlight filtered through the thick canopy above, casting a silvery glow over the forest floor as we made our way deeper into the woods.

As we walked, I could feel the tension between us building with each step, a simmering heat that seemed to ignite the very air around us. My skin prickled with anticipation, my heart pounding in my chest.

"You better be bringing me here to ravish me," Ryan teased.

I smiled and pulled off my top, dropping it to the ground as we walked. "You might just get your wish."

"Fuck it. Here, Mai." Ryan pulled me to a stop. "I need you. Now."

I glanced back at the way we'd come. "We're not far enough away yet. They'll hear."

He grinned wickedly at me. "You'll just have to be quiet, then. "

Quiet? I was never quiet with Ryan.

"Um…"

"What? Big bad Alpha Mai, can't keep a few groans inside?"

Right. He wanted to play, I'd play.

"You know what? You're on. Think you're good enough to make me scream, Ryan Shaw?"

"Challenge accepted," he growled, as he closed the distance between us, capturing my lips in a searing kiss that spoke of urgent desire and need. His arms pulled me flush against his chest. The forest seemed to hold its breath around us.

He pushed me back until my back met the rough bark of a tree. The sensation sent a thrill through me, the contrast between the solid strength of the tree at my back and the heat of Ryan's lips on mine, driving me wild with need.

With a low growl that seemed to vibrate through my very bones, Ryan whipped my jeans off me and had my bra and panties off before I could blink. He lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed me against the tree. I could feel the hardness of his erection through his jeans.

I bucked against him, desperate to feel the friction from his jeans against my clit. With a low groan, Ryan broke the kiss, his eyes dark with lust. "I need you," he whispered hoarsely, his voice thick with desire. "So fucking badly."

I returned his gaze. "Then take me," I dared, my voice barely audible over the wild pounding of my heart.

Ryan's eyes flared with raw desire as he lifted me higher, his lips finding mine once again in a desperate kiss. His hands worked quickly, undoing the buttons on his jeans. He wasn't wearing underwear. His cock, huge and glistening now it was free from the confines of his jeans, brushed against me, sending a new wave of need coursing through me. Impatient, wanting to feel him inside me, I guided him into me, feeling the rush of warmth and fullness as he entered me. I moaned into his mouth, the sound mingling with the rustling of the leaves and the soft hoot of an owl in the distance.

"What was that, Mai? Did you just make a sound? You're gonna have to try harder."

"Fuck you, Ryan Shaw."

He grinned at me. "That's the idea."

He slid out, then bucked into me in one smooth thrust. I could feel his cock everywhere, filling me up, stretching me deliciously. It was a primal, raw connection, and our bond reverberated with his smug satisfaction that he was fucking me. Ryan's hands gripped my butt, his thumbs tracing circles on the soft skin just above my hips. My nails dug into his shoulders as he drove into me again, and I whimpered. With each thrust, Ryan's hips ground against me, his erection hitting a sweet spot inside me that sent shockwaves through my entire body. I arched my back, pulling him deeper into me, wanting him to take me harder, faster. He obliged, his rhythm growing more urgent, our bodies slamming together with a primal abandon. With a low growl, Ryan's teeth nipped at the sensitive skin of my neck. His eyes were dark with desire, and I knew that he was lost in the moment just as much as I was. I could feel the fierce love that he had for me coursing through our bond, and I knew that no matter what happened tomorrow, we would always have this moment. I lifted my hips, meeting his every thrust with eager abandon. I bit my lip, trying to stop myself from crying out. His hips ground against me, the friction sending shivers of pure ecstasy down my spine. I was getting close now, the waves of pleasure crashing over me. I moaned loudly; I couldn't stop myself. What he was doing to me, what he was making me feel, overrode all my defenses. The feel of his thick cock pounding into me again and again had me squirming, desperate for more. I always wanted more of Ryan. I needed to feel his release inside of me. I could feel the tension building inside of me and the desperation in his kiss, the raw need that was tearing him apart. His hips moved faster, driving himself into me deeper. I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't care who heard me. I cried out and Ryan caught my lips once more, swallowing my cries as he continued to thrust into me. The smell of our sweat, the taste of our passion, the feel of his hands gripping my hips; it was all too much. I felt something change within me, my body tensing as the waves of pleasure crashed over me in one powerful storm. With one final, powerful thrust, Ryan let out a low, guttural growl, and I felt him explode inside of me. The sensation was intense, his hot, thick release filling me completely. I gasped, feeling myself shaking uncontrollably as another orgasm hit me. It was an indescribable feeling; knowing that Ryan, my mate, so fucking perfect, so fucking gorgeous, could do these things to me. I was helpless against him; and I knew I'd do anything to feel this way again.

"I won," Ryan panted. Then he grinned wickedly at me. "Round one, anyway."

Round one? Oh my.