Savage Urges (The Phoenix Pack 5) - Page 53


“Ryan, stop.” His head very slowly lifted, his features savage and predatory. She froze at the danger there. “I want to be on top.” The position would give her some measure of control. He was taking it all from her. Her libido was quite happy to roll over and show its belly.

“No.” Ryan suckled on her clit.

“It’s too sensitive.” He ignored her. So, in one swift, sneaky move, she pulled one thigh free and kicked his chest hard. Not that it appeared to have hurt him, but it did make him stagger backward.

“You kicked me,” Ryan growled. “That wasn’t nice.” She slid off the bed and onto her knees, tackled his fly and pulled down his jeans—which took him off-guard for two reasons. One, she seemed pretty pissed with him. Two, dominant females weren’t quick to deliver oral sex. They took their sweet time about it. When her eyes flicked to his and he caught the calculating glint there, he understood.

Fisting a hand in her hair, Ryan held her head in place before she could put her mouth on him. “No. You don’t want to suck me off, you want to take control.” He slowly shook his head. “Not happening. When you want my dick in your mouth, you can have it. Until then, you’ll wait.”

She snarled. “Who says you get to be in control?”

“I do.” He never ceded control. “Get up.” She just stared at him defiantly. “Get up, Kenna.”

The power and dominance in his tone made her pussy quiver. She relented and stood . . . but she licked his cock from base to tip as she did so. Makenna winced as he tightened his hand in her hair hard enough to make her scalp prickle.

“Careful, Kenna. Or don’t you want to be fucked?”

She licked her lower lip. “Do it.”

Releasing her hair, he slid his hand down to close around her breast. “Do what?” Her eyes narrowed, once again glinting with a defiance that made his cock throb. “If you want me in you, you have to tell me.” He punctuated that with a pinch to her nipple.

“You know I want you in me,” she ground out.

Ryan sucked on her earlobe and lightly tapped her ass. “Turn around and bend over. I want your head down.” Ever so slowly, she obeyed him. The graceful arch of her spine made him groan. “Good girl.” He kicked off his shoes and jeans, and shoved them aside. Splaying one hand on her back, Ryan slowly sank into her, groaning. She had the tightest pussy he’d ever fucked. It was hot and wet and rippling around him. Balls deep, he flexed his cock. “See how well I fit? That’s because you were made for me.” He thrust hard. “Only for me.”

Makenna gripped the sheets as he rode her hard, caught up in the sensations. His fingers biting into her hips. The burn of his cock, full and thick and long, stretching her pussy. His balls slapping against her ass.

She hissed at the sharp prick of his claws, but he didn’t sheathe them. “Claws,” she reprimanded. He paused and withdrew them, which made her frown. Ryan wasn’t so easily handled.

“You don’t want my claws branding you?”

It was a casual question, but something in his tone made the hairs on her nape rise. “No.”

Ryan covered her body with his, sliding his hand around to possessively cup her breasts. “Such a little liar.” Locking his teeth around the fading bite on her nape, he brutally hammered in and out of her. Because he could. Because she was his. Her pussy squeezed him tight, showing him she loved it. His pace was feral and unrelenting, and she pushed back to meet each ruthless thrust. He growled his approval.

“Ryan, I’m going to come.” The feel of his teeth digging harder into her skin sent her tumbling into an orgasm. She screamed, arching against him as her pussy clamped down on him. He slammed into her one final time and pulsed deep inside her again and again and again.

Ryan laved the fresh bite on her nape. “You’re mine, Kenna. You’re running out of time to accept it.” Panting and shaking beneath him, she raised a hand. And flipped him the finger. He almost smiled.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

A few days later, Makenna woke to the sound of voices. Lots of them. Shouting. Chanting.

She groaned, wondering if the noise was responsible for her pounding headache. Forcing her eyes open, she saw that Ryan was gone from what had become his spot on her bed. She wasn’t surprised. Sleeping over at her apartment didn’t stop him from rising at the crack of dawn to go begin his enforcer duties. His scent lingered, tickling her senses and pleasing her wolf.

Rolling onto her back, Makenna stretched. And winced. Ryan had been exceptionally rough with her the night before. Not that she was complaining. She didn’t mind those little aches that reminded her he’d been there.

She did mind all those damn voices.

God, she needed some Advil or something.

With a huff, Makenna slid out of bed and pulled on her robe. In the bathroom, she opened the cabinet. No painkillers. Fucking grand. Turning on the faucet, she jerked back as the pipes groaned and water spluttered out in three short bursts. Then nothing. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”

Silently, she grumbled as she brushed her teeth—which was not a pleasant experience when she had no water to dilute the toothpaste. And when she dropped the roll of toilet paper into the toilet, she was more than a little pissed. Her wolf found it kind of amusing.

By the time Makenna returned to the bedroom, her headache was worse and she was seething. And those voices were still yelling. She marched into the living area. Halfway to her tiny window, she halted. She didn’t need to look outside to know what was happening. Not when she could now clearly hear the words they were chanting.

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