Chapter 24 Little Ash and the Alpha
Ryder pov
I'm lost. The moment her lips touch mine, every shred of control I've been holding onto for weeks shatters.
I kiss her back, gentle at first, letting her set the pace. But she makes a small sound in the back of her throat and presses closer, and gently becomes desperate.
I grip her hips, lifting her onto the workbench. She wraps her legs around my waist, her fingers tangling in my hair.
We break apart, both breathing hard. I rest my forehead against hers. "Are you sure?" I have to ask one more time. "We can stop. We can wait."
She shakes her head. "I don't want to wait." She pulls back to look at me. "I want you. I choose you."
Those words break the last of my restraint.
I kiss her again, deeper this time, and she responds with an enthusiasm that makes my blood burn. My hands slide under her shirt, finding warm skin.
She gasps against my mouth. "Ryder"
I pull back immediately. "Is it too much?"
She shakes her head quickly. "Not enough." She tugs at my shirt. "Please."
I help her peel it off, then do the same with hers. For a moment, we just look at each other.
She's beautiful. Scars and all. Every mark tells a story of survival, and I want to kiss every single one.
She shivers, but not from the cold. "I've never..." She trails off, embarrassed.
I cup her face in my hands. "I know." I kiss her softly. "We'll go slow. Tell me if anything hurts or if you want to stop."
She nods, trusting me completely.
I take my time kissing every inch of her. I’m keenly aware of every detail—every shift in her body, every soft sound she makes. My hands glide over her warm, smooth skin, tracing each curve as I press my lips to hers, tasting the trust she offers.
She trembles slightly, but her eyes hold steady, showing she’s ready. I move my hand lower, fingers brushing the delicate skin of her inner thighs, teasing gently.
She gasps softly, a shaky sound that sends a spark through me.
My fingers find her, warm and slick, and I pause to watch her face—her lips parted, eyes half-closed. I move slowly, circling her entrance with one finger, feeling her muscles tense before relaxing as I slip inside. She’s tight—so tight—and I’m careful, stroking gently to let her adjust.
Her breath catches, and a quiet moan escapes, the sweetest sound I’ve heard. Adding another finger, I stretch her slowly, my thumb brushing her clit. Her hips lift slightly, chasing the sensation.
Her moans grow louder, soft and raw, drawing me deeper.
She grips my arm, nails pressing into my skin, her body arching under my touch. Her eyes flutter closed, lips quivering with each soft whimper. I can tell she’s close. “That’s it,” I murmur, my voice rough, encouraging her as she gives in, her moans sharp and urgent until she clenches around my fingers, calling my name.
I slowly pull my fingers free and bring them to my lips, licking them clean with a smirk. She stares at me, half dazed, and quietly asks, “Where did you learn all that from?” I laugh softly, my eyes darkening with something she can’t quite place.
“Seriously? That’s just the tip of the iceberg.”
I won’t let her know how much I’ve done before her. Right now, she’s all that matters.
I’m lost in her warmth, her sounds, how she trusts me completely. My wolf stirs inside, hungry, but I hold it back, focused on her.
When she catches sight of my length, her eyes widen—her pupils dilate slightly.For a moment, she looks almost surprised, her lips parting, cheeks flushing pink. It’s a vulnerability she can’t hide, and I watch her carefully, waiting for her reaction.
I lean closer, voice low and teasing. “Are you scared?”
She meets my gaze steadily, her voice barely above a whisper. “No.”
A flicker of a smirk crosses my face. “Trust me.”
Gently, I lift her legs, placing them on my waist. My hands press firmly above her head, holding her steady
I position myself, my tip slick and ready against her entrance. The warm, tight heat grips me, sending a shiver down my spine.
I push in slowly, just the head, feeling the delicate stretch and resistance.
She gasps, a soft sob slipping out as her nails dig into my shoulders, her body tensing beneath me. Pain flickers across her face, and my heart tightens like a fist.
I lean down, kissing her neck and collarbone gently, whispering, “I’ve got you,” holding back the urgent fire demanding to move faster.
I ease in further, inch by inch, feeling her stretch and mold around me. She cries out—a raw mixture of pain and need—clinging to me, sobbing softly into my chest. I pause, giving her space to breathe, kissing her trembling lips and jaw, tasting the salty warmth of her tears.
“Ryder,” she moans loudly, her voice rough and raw. I grin, knowing the pack might hear, but her half-lidded eyes tell me she doesn’t care.
I move slow and deliberate, every thrust measured despite the burning fire inside. Her moans grow louder, “Ryder!” ringing through the room as I kiss her deeply, swallowing her cries.
She’s tight and perfect, her body folding seamlessly against mine. I feel her clench, breath hitching, knowing she’s close.
I thrust deeper, still controlled, until she shatters with a loud moan, her walls pulsing fiercely around me.
That breaks me. I groan, spilling into her, teeth grazing her shoulder as I ride the wave—her name a low, ragged growl on my lips. Beneath me, her body trembles, both of us spent
We stayed tangled together afterward, both trembling. I hold her close, pressing kisses to her hair, her temple, anywhere I can reach.
She pulls back just enough to look at me. "That was..." She trails off, smiling. "Wow."
I laugh. "Yeah." I brush her hair back from her face. "Wow."
She touches the mark on her shoulder, her fingers trembling. "So we're really" She can't seem to finish the sentence.
I cover her hand with mine. "Really mated." I meet her eyes. "If that's what you want."
She nods, tears spilling over. "That's what I want." She kisses me softly. "I want you. I want this. I want us."
I gather her close, holding her like she might disappear. "Then you have me." I press my lips to her forehead. "All of me. For as long as you'll have me."
She burrows into my chest. "That sounds good."