Ryan's Treasure by Becca Dale Page B

quickly grown addicted to. “Later, unless you want me to go now.”
    “No.” She could not look up; the thought of what she might see in his gaze terrifying. Was he angry or upset because she didn’t want him to claim her? He could without her permission; no one would stop him even if she panicked and tried to shove him away. Instead, he chose to help her without demands…but for how long?

Chapter Nine
     
     
    Ryan awoke to Nadi’s restless thrashing. She sat up before he was fully awake, the smell of need heavy in the air. His trick had obviously not solved their problem. “You okay, gorgeous?”
    “No.” When she looked at him, desire darkened her eyes from gold to sable, from clear blue to navy. Without warning she swung astride his hips, her folds parting to kiss the length of his cock through the too thin material of his pants.
    Struggling not to thrust inside her warmth, he stilled her rocking, his knuckles white. “Did you change your mind overnight, Nadi? Do you want me or will any male do?”
    She trembled. “I don’t know. I can’t think. Please, fuck me.”
    Rage and primal need burned in him. To claim her without her full permission lowered him to the snail-like standing of the bastards he faced in court every week—men who saw women as things to be owned and used. Ignoring her plea for help made him no better. He boosted upward to rest against the headboard, and the new position pressed her clit to the crown of his cock. He bit the inside of his cheek in an effort to tame his wolf, but the animal in him snarled to be free.
    “Nadi, gorgeous, listen to me. I know you hurt right now, but if I take you with a condom on, it’ll be no different than my fingers inside you. It’s my seed that will bring you peace. Are you ready to carry my child?”
    “I don’t care.” Then the choice was no longer his to make. She rose to her knees, ripped open the fly of his sleep pants, and lifted his swollen shaft, holding it steady as she sank down on him. Her pain-filled whimper fueled his protective instincts, and he clutched her shaky form, steadying her until her tight channel softened to accept him. Maybe he was wrong; maybe the feel of a cock inside her would be enough to drive the heat away. He could pull out before he impregnated her as long as he did so before his cockhead thickened to lock inside her channel.
    She wiggled, restless and eager. He caught her hips and slowed her down.
    “Move easy until you get used to me.” He let her have the lead despite the fire roaring in his gut to prove she belonged with him. The urge to roll her beneath him and fuck her hard swelled to overtake better judgment. What would she do if he sank his teeth into her throat and held her steady while he knotted inside her and filled her womb?
    She began to ride him, insecure and innocent, and he lost the thin tether holding his wolf. Giving in, he gripped her hips and drove upward, slamming deep inside her to ensure any offspring carried his blood. Again and again he shoved his cock into her heated core, demanding she accept his seed if not his heart.
     
     
    Nadi’s knees shook, but she embraced Ryan as he took her. His thick rod stretched her, opening her wide to accommodate his demands. He shoved her to the mattress and reared above her like the savage animal he was, still man in form but beast in action. Fear returned, screaming to escape the violent being above her.
    His hand slid beneath her head and fisted her hair. “Open for me!” You asked for this—begged to be fucked—don’t shy from it . His voice had deteriorated to a growl, but the telepathic message rang clear.
    His free hand found her clit and drove off fear in favor of a reprieve from the nonstop hunger. Her own wolf howled. She drew the scent of passion deep into her lungs, savoring his rich musk laced with her own raw need. The big bastard above her had proven worthy in a fight, he protected the weak in his pack, and his virility could not be