“Hold on to me,” Rygan instructs as his hands move to sweep under her thigh, catching her in a bridal position. He makes sure her hand is wrapped tightly around his neck before he races at full speed.
Elise dipped her nose further into his nape, taking in his scent to cool the aching heat rising in her core, but it wasn't enough; she wanted to feel the warmth of his inviting skin.
Stormy clouds darkened as the wind blew faster and the rain began to fall, but he was quick to get into the cabin before any real damage could occur.
They were both damp from the rain showers that had finally turned into a full-blown storm. He took up the match and lit the fireplace, with Elise dropped on the large couch.
But as he adds more wood to the fireplace, Elise stands up from the couch, her eyes glazed with lust. Rygan then hears a quiet thud, and he turns to see that his wet, heavy tunic is now on the ground and Elise is naked.
Her perky breasts were halfway covered by her damp, long hair that showed the curves of her breasts. Rygan had frozen in place before he slowly stood up. “El, what are you doing?”
“It hurts,” she muttered. “Why do I feel like this?”
That’s when Rygan realizes, “You’ve never been in heat before.” He asks, immediately seeing a darker violet hue in her gaze. Then he realizes that Elise becoming one with her wolf—she had given into its desire—and scenting him last night must have triggered and pulled her into heat.
“No, I have,” she groans. Another wave of pain hits her stomach, and she hisses. This time, Rygan walks to her, his palm caressing her face.
His warmth makes Elise groan in relief from his touch. He slowly releases pheromones to ground her, but from the lustrous look in her eyes, she is far gone.
“El, are you listening to me? Heats are painful for omegas if they don’t spend it with their alphas and a nest,” he mutters, her eyes meeting his worried gaze.
“I don’t like this pain; I want you to stop it; I want you to keep touching me; my body feels hot,” she groans, taking his hands as she traces it to her core, just right above the V of her sex.
Rygan backs his hand away as it burns. She doesn’t know how crazy she is making his wolf right now or how much he is fighting. “Elize, you might regret this; you might not.”
“I won’t,” she cries. “I won’t; I just want you to touch me, Rygan.” She calls, moving closer until their foreheads are touching and their breaths are so heated that they share the space between them. He smells her sweet scent and the heady scent of her sex dripping between her legs.
It was intoxicating. Elise lets her hands slide down, touching his chest. She feels his heartbeat, their eyes never leaving one another as she traces her hands lower.
She feels the hard ripples of his sculpted chest, and the feel of her warm hands close to his groin makes Rygan take a deep breath. His blood heated with just her touch.
No one ever made him feel this way; no one had ever driven him mad with want and obsession; he never made it so hard to be in control; he wanted to make love to her; he wanted to mark the entirety of her skin; fill her with his essence and knot; he wanted her badly.
Mine, mine, mine! His wolf roared for him to take her. “Tell me what you want, El; tell me what you want right now, and I’ll give it to you,” he orders. He was ready to take the stars down if she wanted him to. Gods, he craved and burned for her.
Her heated, sweet breath traced a brutal lick to his lips, and her body quivered in anticipation as she answered, “I’m pulling in my wish from the hunt; I want you to take me, Rygan; take me and make love to me; take this pain away till I can only think of you,” she begged.
He knew this was wrong; he was about to be mated to another woman, about to have a child with another, but his heart was with this beautiful petite redhead omega, who held his will: “Your wish is my command.”
He reached forward, taking her soft lips into a blissful kiss. It was an earth-shattering experience. The kiss became hard, dominating, and unchecked. He drank in all the moans and whimpers as Elise wrapped her hand around his nape, her hands each for his hair, grabbing his nape.
A painful grab causes a hiss from his lips as he bites her perfectly pink, pillowy lips. He can’t get enough of her sensual scent, which drives him mad. His greed for her knew no bounds as their tongues danced in a heated embrace.
His hand reached for his pants, pushing them down until he was naked. Till Elsie could feel his hard, girthy member pushing against her stomach, she took a breath, imagining that sweet monstrous cock of his sweetly destroying her insides.
Her sex clenches as sweet slick pours out from it, dripping down her legs. Rygan could smell her arousal just as she could feel his length.
He pushed her till her legs hit the couch, and she was pulled down to sit back on the arm of the couch, with Rygan kneeling before her, a gesture a king doesn’t do for anyone. He was showing his true self.
His hands move to her silky porcelain legs, driving them apart until he’s met with the wet folds of her aching sex. He swallows from the intensity of her scent, his eyes blown wide and his throat dried like a thirsty man in a desert who is finally ready to feast.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined you like this, spread like my personal feast, for me and only me,” he muttered as his eyes flicked a ruby glaze. “You’re mine,” he called as his head bent to her sex.
One lick, and Elise explodes. He spreads her folds, pushing his tongue deeper. Tasting her sweet essence, which drives Elise crazy, she cries out in strained whispers as her hands reach for his head, pushing him deeper.
It was all the encouragement he needed to push a tinge into her aching hole: “Augh, yes, Rygan!” She moans as his tongue laps deeper, her walls clenched and quivering on his tongue. She feels her climax coming, pushing two fingers into her sex.
And Elise exploded; he felt her climax combust, and her vision blurred for the minutes she was on edge. Rush didn’t let go, and his sweet sensual assault continued on her sex while she released every group of the essence that he dunks like a starving man.
His cock was already leaking from how turned on he was, but he was more obsessed with seeing the sated look on her face, but the minute their gazes locked with each other, she was wet and ready for him again.
“This time, I need your cock in me,” she protests.
“We wouldn't want to disappoint you, would we?” He muttered, raising them both on the couch and down to the bear rug by the fireplace. “I’ll make you see stars, El,” he noted with promise.
The night was young, and this was just the beginning.