Rescued (a paranormal Wild Beast MC romance #1)

5. Obsessing

Frontera Springs, 30 miles away from Seattle - Miranda's house

Ragnar

I can't sleep. In my 180 years on earth, I have never suffered from insomnia. The problem is that I can't seem to take her off my mind. Leyna.

Leyna, Leyna, Leyna. Her name cascades in my mind, whirls around my skull, and bounces in the confines of my brain in an endless loop. I know her name, of course, even if Miranda is still in the dark. See, I can read minds, but this ability is safe and well guarded. No one, not even the members of my pack, knows about it. Some secrets should remain just that, secrets.

As Alpha of the Frontera Pack, I can hear all their thoughts: Who wants whom, who cheats on whom, who is discontent, who is in love with whom, who has sex with whom, who might make allegiance to another pack, who is dealing dope against our rules, and so forth. A few days ago, when Leyna realized what her name was, I knew it before she had had time to absorb the news. And this discovery came as an utter shock as I had never been able to read humans' minds, only shifters and otherworldly beings like dragons, vampires, and faes. She smells human though with a little je-ne-sais-quoi of paranormal. Who is she? What is she? Where is she from ? 

Processing by elimination, I can undoubtedly determine that she is neither a wolf, nor a tiger, nor a fae, nor a dragon, nor a vampire, and definitely not a hybrid. I am baffled by her, and this is turning me on—big time. Being a mind reader means that I am never surprised by the people who surround me. It is all a little boring if you ask me. But this girl, wow, she seems accessible while remaining a mystery, especially now that Miranda has taken her in in a bid to prevent me from courting her.

Leyna is fast becoming an obsession. I have been fascinated by this mysterious comatose patient since she arrived five long years ago. It's like a magic thread connected us and almost forced me to gravitate around her room.

I have had my share of torrid dreams with her, imagining her body against mine, melting in a never-ending embrace. Feeling her lips open as my tongue probes forward and forces its way in, ecstasy coursing through my veins as her innocent eyes hook up with mine.In my dreams, her body is compliant, her attitude submissive, and I can be my true alpha with this female. I am not ashamed to admit that I have spanked her ass and her pussy and that she enjoyed it, her folds wet and ready for me. I remember a particular dream that took place a few days before she came back to us from her long coma.

Leyna is sleeping, vaguely covered with a light white sheet. A soft moan escapes her lips as she moves one hand down to her nicely shaped triangle and even lower, to her wet folds. The other hand starts pinching her nipples, which pebble under the assault.

Arching her back as pleasure mounts, she opens her mouth when her breathing accelerates. And......., she whispers my name, "Ragnar, Ragnar, oh yes, Ragnar, come to me." Oh, Gods, I need to go to her. But should I? Is she just dreaming, or does she seriously want my shaft buried to the hilt in her body? I am standing in the doorway, fully dressed in my every day biker's gear, my black leather pants painfully too tight on my bulging crotch.

I know I can be super rough when having sex, and Leyna looks so fragile, so white, almost transparent. I could break her. I could hurt her. I could never live with myself if I were to scare this beautiful female. But fuck, the pull is growing stronger, as if she is reeling me in with an invisible fishing rod. I make one step in her direction and lose it all. I shed my leather vest and sit down next to her, caressing her hair. S

he smells fucking good: A mix of strawberry, vanilla, earth, and cinnamon—my kind of smell. No wonder I am so attracted by this female. As if she feels my presence, her hand comes over mine and brings it to her belly. As my skin comes in contact with hers, sparks of pure energy burst, and I feel the need to go further South. I gently stroke her skin, in awe of the pure unadulterated sensation that crisscrosses the surface of my human envelope. Each point of contact becomes a tethering hook into her soul. I need more. I let my hand wander and reach her super wet folds realizing how ready she is for my cock. I play with her clit with one finger while I press on her opening with my other fingers. Leyna starts rubbing herself on my hand, lifting her hips and trying to get my fingers deeper inside. I slowly penetrate her with one, then two fingers as she opens for me and makes these cute and sexy mewling sounds. Her hand continues to play with her warm pink nipples, which harden and their sight turns me on more if that's even possible. I feel her channels fluttering around my fingers as her pleasure mounts.