Claimed By Three Rival Alphas

Chapter 65: Something Else II

~Lyra’s POV~

The kiss stretched into what looked like eternity, deep and devouring, until Ryland finally pulled away. A sharp pang of disappointment sliced through me, leaving me breathless and aching for more.

"Don’t worry, love," he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that sent electricity skittering down my spine. "We’ll get back to exactly where we left off... and then some."

My wolf surged against the fragile walls I’d spent months reinforcing, clawing desperately to break free. I tried to speak, but the words tangled in my throat.

"I... I..."

Before I could form a single coherent thought, Ryland’s arms banded around me like steel, pulling me flush against his hard chest. His mouth claimed mine again, this time gentler at first, a tender exploration that quickly spiraled into raw hunger. He sucked on my lower lip, then bit down just hard enough to draw a helpless moan from deep within me.

His lips trailed to my ear, hot breath ghosting over my skin as he whispered,

"I want to show you how much I love you, Lyra. I want to make you happy... I want to make you feel so damn good you forget your own name."

All I could manage was a shaky nod, my body already betraying me.

With one firm push, he sent me tumbling onto the bed. My heart slammed against my ribs as I stared up at him.

Ryland loomed over me, his gaze dark and intense, pupils blown wide with barely restrained need. Heat radiated from his body in waves, wrapping around me like a living thing. Fear flickered at the edges of my mind, sharp, primal, but it was instantly consumed by something far hotter, far more dangerous. Desire. Pure, aching want.

I was trapped beneath him, the world narrowed down to nothing but his towering frame, his scent, his heat.

"Ryland..." His name slipped out like a plea.

"Yes, love?" His voice was soft, husky, brushing against my ear and sending fresh shivers racing through me.

I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe properly. His mouth crashed back onto mine in a kiss that was rough, demanding, almost punishing in its intensity. Electricity shot through every nerve ending as his tongue swept in, claiming, tasting, devouring.

He broke away only to latch onto my earlobe, nibbling and sucking until a low groan tore from his throat, vibrating straight through my body.

"You’re so beautiful," he rasped against my skin. "So fucking perfect. I want you, Lyra. I need you."

I could only nod frantically, words failing me. I trusted him. I wanted him. God help me, I loved him.

His hands were everywhere, trailing fire up my sides, over my ribs, skimming the curve of my breasts. Every touch left sparks dancing across my skin. When he pulled back, his chest heaved, eyes locked on mine with an intensity that made my stomach flip.

"Are you ready, love?"

My throat was too tight to speak. I nodded again, trembling with anticipation and something dangerously close to desperation.

"You’re perfect," he whispered, almost reverently, before his lips found mine once more.

He kissed a blazing path down my neck, his tongue drawing slow, teasing circles that forced sharp, uneven breaths from my lungs. With practiced fingers, he unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off my shoulders, exposing my skin to the cool air. His mouth followed, kissing along my collarbone, then lower, tracing the valley between my breasts.

Every brush of his lips felt like a brand.

He continued downward, kissing over my stomach, dipping his tongue into my belly button in a way that made my hips jerk.

Then he hooked his fingers between my thighs, removing the inner laces with agonizing slowness before peeling them down my legs, leaving me in nothing but my bra and lacy underwear.

Ryland’s gaze devoured me. His eyes darkened further, clouded with raw lust as they raked over my nearly naked body. A wicked, mischievous smile curved his lips.

"I think it’s time I go down that tunnel," he said, voice thick with promise. "It’s been far too long. What do you say, Lyra?"

Heat flooded my cheeks, but my body answered before my mouth could. "I don’t think that’s a bad idea at all."

My hands slipped under his shirt, greedily exploring the hard ridges of his abs. They felt like carved marble under my palms, warm, solid, perfect. I let my fingers drift lower, grazing over the prominent bulge straining against his trousers. A soft, playful gasp escaped me.

He was rock hard. Ready.

"Let’s see how ready you are," Ryland growled, his hands gripping my thighs and parting them with deliberate strength. He yanked my ass to the very edge of the bed, positioning me exactly where he wanted.

Gentle yet rough. Controlled yet wild. How was any woman supposed to resist a man like him?

I spread my legs wider for him without hesitation, my hand still stroking his bulge through the fabric, feeling him twitch under my touch. My own breathing had grown ragged, shallow, desperate.

"I see you’re prepping my drill for your tunnel," he teased, eyes gleaming with dark amusement as his fingers trailed slowly up my inner thigh, stopping just at the edge of my panties.

A soft, needy sound escaped me... "Uhhmm... ahhh..." as the anticipation coiled tighter and tighter in my core.

Maybe I actually miss him more than I realized. Maybe I needed this even more than he did. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

"Ryland..." I breathed, my voice breaking when he pressed two fingers firmly against my clothed entrance. For a second, I forgot how to breathe entirely.

What was wrong with me? We’ve almost done this before. But somehow tonight felt different... more intense, more dangerous. The last time had been blurred by alcohol and recklessness. This time, I was painfully sober, painfully aware of every second.

His smirk deepened, that not-so-innocent, predatory look in his eyes making my blood burn hotter. He was enjoying teasing me, watching me unravel.

Ryland leaned down, capturing my lips in a slow, wet kiss that I returned with frantic hunger. When he pulled back, his mouth hovered at my ear.

"I see you’re being very patient, my love," he whispered, voice dripping with wicked promise. "But don’t worry... when I’m done with you..."

"Just fuck me already," I interrupted, the words bursting out before I could stop them. My voice was raw, desperate, edged with frustration and need.

There. I’d said it.

The tension in the room thickened instantly, crackling like live wires as Ryland’s eyes flashed with pure, unrestrained hunger.