Chapter Six

Ryder

R yder moaned as Storm slammed into him. Finally . After the endless stops and starts, this was exactly what he’d been craving all damn day. They no longer needed to hold themselves back. This time, they’d fuck until they came, and Ryder was so ready for it.

Storm fucked like a force of nature. The sensations he was wringing from Ryder’s body threatened to swallow him whole. Heat radiated off his skin, his powerful muscles coiled with tension, flexing as he pounded into Ryder, a feral growl building in his chest. Their gazes locked, and Storm’s wolf flashed in his eyes, ravenous and greedy, before Storm captured Ryder’s mouth in an electric kiss.

There was some commotion off to the side, Brandt saying something about angles and positions, but Ryder didn’t care. They weren’t stopping again.

Storm wrenched his mouth away from Ryder’s, then scraped sharp teeth against his neck, inhaling deeply and rumbling like he’d never smelled anything better.

“You want my knot?” he asked.

“ Yes ,” Ryder breathed out. That wasn’t his line, but it got the point across.

“You want me to bite you, bond you, knot you?”

“ Fuck yes .” Ryder surprised himself with how vehemently and quickly his reply came. He’d never had any desire to get knotted for real before, but with Storm murmuring filthy words that the mics probably weren’t picking up into his ear, he wanted nothing more.

“You’re going to feel so good,” Storm growled. “I’ll fill you so full, you’ll never want anyone but me in you ever again.”

Ryder shuddered, then gasped, clawing along Storm’s broad shoulders as Storm bit down on the juncture of his neck, just shy of breaking skin, and for one lust-crazed moment, sense fled Ryder’s brain. He wanted that. Wanted Storm to bite harder, to bond him.

Magic sparked at his fingertips, a hair away from uncontrolled, and his tattoos glittered to life, shimmering aqua on his arms. They’d never done that during a scene before, but then his magic had never reacted to a shifter like this. He’d never felt this effortless transfer of magic and energy between himself and another, never felt anything this good, this right.

Power swirled around them. It crackled in the air, a potent mix.

Storm nipped at his ear. “I’m going to make you mine.” He pulled back and looked at Ryder, his gaze hooded, his pupils blown. “Can’t wait to see you come on my knot.”

It was part of the scene, Ryder knew that, but it also sounded like a promise, and with Storm’s dark eyes boring into him, it was so easy to imagine, to picture Storm stretching him open.

He clenched at the thought.

Storm’s hips stuttered, and he came with a howl, releasing deep in Ryder. He kept Ryder tight against him with one hand and gripped his cock with the other, jerking him off until his body was bowing off the bed.

Pleasure coursed through Ryder. His moans caught in his throat, and he spilled over Storm’s fingers. Then they collapsed onto the mattress, Storm holding their hips snug against each other.

“Fuck, you feel amazing.” Ryder sighed, not acting in the slightest.

Storm brushed his lips against Ryder’s, a rumble vibrating in his chest as he licked his way into Ryder’s mouth. They traded languid kisses, pretending to be tied together.

It felt more real than it should have, and Ryder found he wouldn’t have minded if it were.

“You see anything in my future yet?” Storm asked in a whisper low enough that only Ryder could hear.

Ryder snaked his hand between them and placed it over Storm’s heart. With as much as they were already touching, he didn’t need the extra contact, but feeling that gradually slowing rhythm under his palm was too tempting to resist.

Still nothing. He shook his head.

“This has never happened before?”

“Actually, there’s one person whose future I’ve never seen.”

“Whose?”

“My own.”

Maybe there was a reason he couldn’t see Storm’s future after all. How his magic responded to Storm’s energy—so different from any other shifter—certainly seemed to say as much.

Storm leaned in to kiss him again, his lips ghosting over Ryder’s.

“That’s long enough,” Brandt announced. “You can pull out now, Storm.”

They froze, the bubble they’d been in popping.

Right.

This was a scene, and they needed to finish it up.

Storm pulled away, his soft dick sliding out. Rhys swooped in with his camera to get the obligatory shot of come leaking out of Ryder’s ass, but Ryder kept glancing at Storm.

His eyes were drawn to him as they stood, slipped on their robes, and headed to their separate dressing rooms.

Ryder might not believe in destiny or fate or anything of the sort, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t curious to find out what his blank future held.