Ryan's Treasure by Becca Dale Page A

Ryan.”
    Rushing would weaken him further. He needed to stay in control. To see to her pleasure, not his own. “Trust me.”
     
     
    Nadi struggled not to scream. Her skin flamed, heat escalated, nearly blinding her to everything but the shifter beside her. Talented fingers played her body, tweaking her nipples to rigid peaks, making her writhe with want. He had told her to close her eyes and feel, but she needed to know it was him touching her. His size and strength terrified her. Still, she longed for his claiming. Such a male would never give up what belonged to him. Security lay in that thought.
    His mouth followed the path of his touch, teasing and stroking, nipping and sucking. A shiver pulled goose bumps, and she bowed her spine, greedy for his light caress. Finally, his broad hand slipped between her thighs, cupping her mound and rubbing firmly over the swollen tissue.
    “Ryan, I need.”
    “I know, Nadi.” Dipping between her wet folds, he stroked her, driving thick fingers into her aching core. “Tell me if I hurt you.”
    Desire outweighed the ache, and she could only shake her head in a silent and frantic plea for more.
    His delicious weight settled over her then lifted. He knelt and guided her knees to his shoulders. Before she understood his intentions, warm lips kissed along her slit, his tongue invading her entrance rather than the fat cock stretching the front of his cotton sleep pants. He led her in an erotic dance, his mouth creating music her body could not ignore. Relief crashed over her in shuddering jerks, but his lips covered hers and captured her cries while his hand continued to make her nerves sing.
    Though the tremors eventually softened and left her limp and satisfied, the flame had not receded. Her skin continued to burn, and her pussy cried for a male to fill it. “More.”
    Ryan moaned and thrust his cock against her thigh. “Without the hormones, you wouldn’t want me. I won’t take what isn’t yet mine.”
    “I need you.” Why couldn’t he understand such a simple concept?
    “You need a male’s seed to take the edge off.”
    “And you’re here. Please, Ryan.”
    His growl echoed in the small bedroom, his wolf plain in his heated stare. “Fine. Sit up.”
    She blinked in confusion but scrambled to do as he commanded.
    “Now, take my cock in your hand and milk my sperm from me.”
    Was he serious? “How will that help?”
    “Just do it, Nadi.”
    His touch had eased the ache for a short while, maybe touching him would fool her system, too. Uncertain how to proceed, she unbuttoned the front of his pajama bottoms to reveal his thick shaft. Closing her fingers around his cock, she slowly stroked up and down, adjusting her speed until his groans grew deeper. Dew seeped out to pearl in the tiny slit, and she bent to taste it, swirling the tip of her tongue over the dark purple flesh.
    “God, baby. Take it as deep as you can.”
    She sucked him into her mouth, rubbing his balls with the same tenderness he had shown her. He tasted of salt, passion, and wilderness—sage, birch, and bliss. A tremor shook him, and his cock swelled to lock in place. He pulled away to shoot his cum over her inflamed skin. The hot liquid brought instant relief, soothing her in ways the orgasm had not.
    “Better?” His broad hand covered her pussy and massaged his essence over her. “If we’re lucky, your body won’t realize I wasn’t inside you. It’ll only register my scent and absorb what it needs from my ejaculate.”
    Her hormones believed his lie, and sanity returned. She still felt empty, but his kindness could not be denied. She shivered, and tears of relief trickled down her cheeks. “Thank you.”
    He chuckled and righted his clothing then tugged her to his chest, moving her about like a stuffed toy until he had her exactly where she wanted to be. “You’re welcome. Now get some sleep.”
    “You won’t leave?”
    Ryan stiffened but did not cease petting her back. A habit she’d