Chapter 71 Two Can Play
Lyra barely had time to react to his warning before he swept her off her feet. Literally.
Ryker’s grip tightened around her as he threw her over his shoulders like she weighed nothing.
Lyra was stunned, and every other werewolf in the room didn’t dare get involved.
“Let me down!” she yelled, twisting and hitting his muscular back as he carried her up the stairs.
“Shut up!” he snapped, and before she could answer that, he smacked his hand on her backside, silencing her. “Do you want that again?”
“You fucking spanked me!” she cried out and began to kick and struggle, but he did it again, and this time she could feel the sharp sting of his palm.
“Ah!” she yelped as the sudden hit knocked the air from her lungs.
She gasped loudly. “You bloody oaf! Put me down!”
Ryker didn’t even slow his stride as he kicked the door shut behind them. “Save your swearing for later,” he said coldly. “You’ll need all the strength.”
The words were a direct threat, and they sent a shiver straight through her.
He crossed the room in long, powerful strides and dropped her onto the bed unceremoniously.
She landed and the mattress dipped beneath her weight, the scent of him surrounding her instantly.
Lyra pushed herself up on her elbows, hair wild, eyes bright and furious and burning all at once. “Ryker, why did you pull that stunt?”
“I won’t tell you to shut up again, Lyra. I’ll just make you.”
Then he grabbed her legs and flipped her over until she was yelling in shock.
“You really think you can defy me, Lyra?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she blinked at him innocently.
He looked at her like his eyes alone could eat her up. He was shaking, his jaw clenched and his fists balled at his sides.
“What do you want to do to me?” she demanded, her voice unsteady despite her attempt at defiance.
Ryker stood at the foot of the bed, chest rising and falling, eyes dark and heated as they dragged over her.
It felt like a trail of fire burning through her skin. Goodness, he looked so dangerous and overwhelming.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, Lyra.” His voice was low and husky. “I think you need to be punished.”
She gasped at his words. She should have looked afraid. She should have pulled away.
Instead, her eyes darkened with unmistakable desire. “You will?” she asked in a pleading manner, almost as if she was hoping he would.
“Yes, Lyra. I will.”
“And how,” she asked softly, almost daring him, “do you plan to punish me, Ryker?”
The way she said his name told him everything.
His lips twitched and he hissed. “Why do I get the feeling you want to be punished?”
She shrugged lightly, as if they were discussing something trivial. “You destroyed my party. I was about to get lucky tonight, you know.”
“That charade wasn’t a party. You were literally tempting those men into their death.”
“Well, they seemed to enjoy it.”
Ryker’s growl was deep, feral. “You’re lucky none of them laid their filthy paws on you,” he snapped. “Their blood would be soaking the dining room floor.”
Rex told me that, Lyra almost said aloud, but instead she scoffed. “I doubt you’d kill your own men just because they slept with me.”
His eyes flashed gold.
“No one sleeps with you, Lyra,” he snapped, stepping forward. “No one but me.”
The finality in his voice made her pulse race.
Without another word, Ryker turned and went to the wardrobe. Lyra watched him, her heart pounding wildly as she waited. Every nerve ending in her body came alive as he pulled something from inside.
It was a thick rope, and she gulped.
He didn’t explain. He didn’t need to.
“You don’t get to provoke me,” he said over his shoulder, his voice dangerously calm, “and walk away untouched.”
“I wasn’t walking away,” she replied breathlessly. “You carried me.”
He turned back to her then, and the look in his eyes stole the rest of her words.
He moved closer, looming over the bed, one hand braced beside her head, the other lifting her chin.
“You wanted my attention,” he said quietly. “You have it.”
Her fingers curled into the sheets as his presence overwhelmed her, making her even more feverish than she already was.
For a moment, the anger between them was totally dissolved, and all she wanted was to rub against him.
“You wanted all those men to be with you tonight?” he growled.
She couldn’t reply. Her lips were locked, but her eyes said it all.
“You don’t want anything gentle, do you?”
She swallowed as he pressed her hands above her head and wrapped the rope loosely around them until she couldn’t move.
“Don’t move, or I’ll tie up your legs too.”
It was a threat, but goodness, Lyra wanted him to do it.
“What do you want to do with me, Ryker?”
“I’ll teach you what happens to horny little Lunas in heat, Lyra.”
Then his thumb brushed her jaw and she moaned loudly, trembling.
“Please,” she moaned.
“I’ll make you beg, baby. I’ll make you scream so loud the entire pack will hear you.”
Lyra couldn’t wait anymore. She leaned upward and their mouths crashed together, fierce and desperate, all anger and stubbornness forgotten.
The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was hungry, punishing, full of everything they’d been refusing to say.
Ryker groaned into her mouth, gripping her waist, pinning her beneath him. “You drive me insane,” he muttered against her lips.
“Good,” she whispered back. “I want to.”
His laughter was dark and breathless. He kissed her again, slower this time, deeper, as if reclaiming something he’d been afraid to lose.
Lyra melted beneath him, anger giving way to need, every touch igniting something unbearable inside her.
When he tore off her skimpy leather dress in one fluid motion, she was left panting for him, her skin soft and hot like baked butter, her hands shaking and eager to touch him.
“I’ll give you what you want, Lyra. When I’m done, no man will ever appeal to you again,” he said,
and then plunged into her without any warning.
Lyra cried out despite herself as she climaxed and surrendered to his lovemaking.