Finding Ryder

Chapter 22

Authors Note/Warning - this chapter ends with a level of spice. You have been warned. 

Ryder's POV

Trepidation takes over. There is not much she doesn't know about me. Right?

Leaving her was a mistake. I panicked. She could read my mind, has the power of sight. Cold chill consumed me. I knew I was fucked from the moment she left me in that cabin. If she could see Kyra and the baby? I didn't know what to do. I thought I had a pup on the way. I can only laugh at my own idiocy now. But I tucked my tail between my legs and ran to my father to get advice. The kind of advice i should have listened years ago. I thought if I left her a letter letting her know I would be back for her, it would mean something. More then anything I wanted, needed, to buy time. Get some fucking clarity.

Thinking back of my conversations with my father about Jessica and her gift of sight, what she said the first night we met, our bond connection now. I am an open book to her. Right?

My wolf is unconcerned with my inner turmoil. The center of his universe stands in front of him, and he pounces. She evades his play attack, getting on all fours. She is a wolf in human skin. I watch their play through my wolf's eyes. Stalking her, he nips at her side to find himself pinned in seconds. Jessica's skin is more agile than any wolf I have seen. My wolf is surprised to be caught so easily. He grumbles and whines under her, unmoving. Her sharp teeth have descended, holding his massive scruff down. He would fight her if it didn't feel so good to be this close to her. Instead, he whines, rolling over, exposing all our soft parts. The loss of her teeth on our fur is felt by us both. The weight of her body doesn't leave immediately. It feels as if she is rubbing her scent on us as her sharp teeth nip at our side, making the path closer and closer to her marking bite. The wolf's eyes roll back from the pleasure of having his mate touch him.

Everything he feels, I feel. I want to lay under her. Absorb her essence inside me. Her scent overwhelms every thought. Down to single cells, all of me is attuned to this female who demonstrates with little effort she is my master. Fingers squeezing along the sides of my wolf fur, his tongue out, panting his pleasure. Fully submitted, she can do with him, with us as she pleases.

Her mouth is inching closer to our muzzle. I can feel her warm breath, the minty flavor of her toothpaste, the essence that is just her. The wolf and I inhale together as one. Ecstasy slides down our throat. I can taste her.

"I want to talk to your skin side, mate," it whispered against our ear. Neither one of us moves. He refuses to let me take over with her skin on his. He won't let me have THIS. It is theirs. I am starting to understand some of his language. It isn't very pleasant, but I can't feel anything other than her right now. Our ear is nipped in affection, and then she is gone. The wolf follows her movement. Calculating his next move, planning how to get her hands on him again.

"Shift!" her command makes us both groan. It is involuntary. Transition is uncomfortable when forced. The last time she gave this command, I fought her. A part of me still wants to, but the wolf inside is already retreating. Raising to my full height, naked as the day I was born. My cock stands between my legs, engorged, subtly leaking. Proximity to my female is intoxicating.

Her eyes are on me, taking me in. Her eyes leave a path of fiery touch on my skin. Unhurried, they settled on my cock. How he weeps for her. It takes everything I have in me not to take myself in hand. Stroke, up and down, follow the path of her eyes. Another bead of fluid pools out. No thoughts, I can breathe, everything in me is engorging. Blood vessels pumping extra hard. I watch her watch me with want I have never felt inside me.

Laid bare into her silver moon stare.

A subtle shift happens. Her tone changes as she takes in the desire I can't hide. Whatever was growing between us snaps. Severed.