I came with a scream, my body jerking, clenching tight around him as the orgasm ripped through me like lightning, but he didn’t stop. He kept fucking me through it, making me feel everything all over again until I came a second time, then a third. I was a mess, sweaty, shaking, my voice almost gone from how much I’d screamed, but he wasn’t done.
“Ryan… Ryan… oh my God… how are you still going…?” I whispered breathlessly, clinging to him like my life depended on it.
He didn’t answer. Just kept thrusting into me like his life depended on it, as if this was the only thing keeping him. alive. His cock was still so hard, so heavy inside me, his obs flexing above me, his muscles gleaming with sweat, and he looked like a god, veiny, wild, insane for me.
And then finally, finally, I felt it, the way his body tensed above mine, the way his cock twitched inside me, and he groaned, loud and row and broken.
But instead of staying in and filling me like I expected, he pulled out at the very last second, gripping his cock tightly as thick, hot cum spilled out, shooting all over my skin, my face, my stomach, my hips. It was messy and filthy and so fucking hot I mooned again just from the feeling of it.
He stroked himself one last time, letting the last few drops drip onto me, before collapsing on top of me, panting, his lips crashing into mine in a deep, messy, possessive kiss.
He kissed me like he owned me.
And maybe now… he did.RYAN’S POV
“Let’s go take our baths,” I murmured, my voice still rough from everything we just did, and before she could even say anything, I scooped her into my arms, holding her bridal style while her soft laughter burst out against my chest, her hands smacking me lightly as she wriggled.
“Ryan,” she giggled, “put me down… I can walk.”
“Nope,” I said simply, carrying her through the room like she weighed nothing, “you’re mine tonight, and I want to do everything for you… even if it’s carrying your stubborn ass to the shower.”
She just shook her head with a smile, but I could feel how relaxed she was in my arms, how she leaned into me, trusting me, how her heart was still racing just a little from everything we shared minutes ago.
When we got to the bathroom, I finally put her down gently on her feet, and immediately turned on the hand shower, letting the warm water flow while I focused it on her body, watching the mess I made on her skin start to rinse away, my cum dripping down her thighs, making my dark thoughts come rushing back like a fucking storm.
I couldn’t stop my hands from roaming, from touching her skin again like I didn’t just hove her moments ago, like I was already becoming addicted to the feeling of her.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I said, my voice deep and heavy with everything I was feeling, every bit of love and lust and worship building inside me like a fucking explosion, “I’ve dreamt of this for so long… of you…. like this.”
She looked up at me, and even through the water pouring between us, I could still see it, the same hunger, the same need, the same emotion reflecting in her eyes, making my heart race faster. And then, she pulled me to her, her hands grabbing my neck and crushing her lips on mine like she’d been starving for me.
I groaned into the kiss, grabbing her thighs and lifting her again, wropping her legs around my waist as I carried her to the wall, my back pressing her firmly against the cold tiles. Our mouths were colliding, tongues tangling, wild, desperate, and then my lips trailed down to her neck, and that’s when I felt my wolf surging forward so fast i nearly lost control.
The moment my mouth touched her neck, my fangs dropped, my vision shifted, red blending with gold, my fingers curling like claws, and this deep, guttural voice inside me roared, “She’s ours. Our mate. Mark her. Mark her now!”
My whole body trembled as I fought it, had to tighten my grip on her so I wouldn’t do it, so I wouldn’t mark her without explaining, without letting her know who I was, who we were. She didn’t know. She’d lived with us for years, years, and yet we kept this port hidden from her, protected her from it.
But fuck… right now, none of that mattered to my wolf.
It wanted to claim her. I wanted to claim her. After tasting her, I couldn’t even think straight, all I wanted was more.
I growled, a loud, animalistic, untamed sound from deep in my chest, and without even pulling away, I drove my cock bock into her pussy, slamming into her so deeply that she cried out, her head throwing back as her legs squeezed tighter around my waist.
“Fuuckkk, Ryan!” she screamed, her voice echoing through the bathroom, and I didn’t care, I just buried my head into her neck and thrust over and over, as if I could reach something deeper, as if I could carve my name into her fucking soul.
I didn’t want her to see the color of my eyes, didn’t want her to notice the shift in me, the possessiveness bleeding out of every fucking part of me, but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t. She smelled so good, felt so right, and I needed to be inside her, needed to make her mine again and again and again.
My grasp on her tightened as I fucked her harder, her back smacking against the wall repeatedly as she kept screaming, begging, cumming.
“I-I’m cumming, oh my God!” she cried, her body convulsing as her pussy clenched around me, making me groan deep in my chest, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I felt her cum again, and then again, and she was literally shaking in my arms, her voice going hoarse from how much she screamed my name.
But I wasn’t done.
Not yet.
I let out a deep breath and slowly pulled out of her, her whole body limp as I turned her around, her legs shivering like jello.
“Hang on to the tub,” I said, my voice dark, still thick with last and possession, and she did, her hands gripping the edge of the tub, her legs trembling beneath her.
I reached down, repositioned her ass just how I liked it, and then gripped my cock, still rock fucking hard, and shoved it into her pussy from behind.
The sound she made, that filthy, broken moon, was like a drug to me.
“Fuck… Anna… you’re so fucking sweet,” I groaned, pounding into her from behind, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back so I could hear every gasp, every moon, every filthy cry that left her lips.
“You look so fucking hot from back here… fuck, baby… look at this ass… all mine..”
I moved one hand from her waist to her chest, squeezing her bouncing breasts, and then slid my other hand. between her thighs, rubbing her clit hard and fast as I kept slamming into her, my cock hitting deep, rough, relentless.
She was a mess, moaning, whimpering, screaming, and I was a monster, completely fucking gone, driven by something wild and far beyond human.
Then, just as I felt my body start to shudder, my balls tightening, my release right on the edge, I growled deeply, pulled out of her dripping pussy, and grabbed her by her hair to make her turn around and face me
Before she could even speak, I thrust my cock into her mouth, groaning out loud as her lips closed around me.
“Suck it all,” I grunted, grabbing her head with both hands, fucking her mouth slowly but deeply, and she did, fuck, she did, she sucked me like she owned me, and when I finally came, it was like a damn burst.
I emptied every last drop into her mouth, my body shaking, my eyes still glowing, and she didn’t spill a single drop.
Fuck.
She was mine.
Every single piece of her, body, soul, heart, mouth, was all mine.ANNA’S POV
The next morning, I woke up feeling sore all over, especially between my legs, and it hit me all at once what had happened last night. My whole body felt as if it had been used, worshipped, and ruined all at the same time, and I honestly loved every part of it. But Ryan wasn’t on the bed with me. I sat up slowly, wincing just a little, then dragged myself to the bathroom to take a bath while trying to wash off the mess and ache still lingering on my skin.
After I was done, I stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped tightly around my body, rubbing another one through my wet hair as I tried to blink the steam from my eyes. Just then, Ryon walked into the room, and the second his eyes landed on me, that slow, sexy smile tugged at his lips like he already wanted another round.
He walked straight to me, didn’t say a word at first, just grabbed my waist and pulled me in for a kiss, a slow, deep one that made my stomach twist a little. His hands were warm against my damp skin, and I could feel the hunger in him again, feel how easy it would be to fall back into last night all over again.
“Good morning, baby,” he finally murmured against my lips,
“Good morning,” I whispered back, breathless already.
He kissed me once more, a little deeper this time, and then pulled away with a grin. “You should get dressed,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from my cheek, “because if you don’t, I swear to God, I won’t leave this room. Breakfast is ready, and you’re not helping”
I laughed and blushed as he walked out, his voice still echoing in my head. I threw on something simple, still smiling like an idiot while I went downstairs. The smell of tea and toasted sandwiches filled the air, and my stomach grumbled at the scent. He’d even pulled out a chair for me, waiting there like some perfect husband, and I couldn’t help but grin.
“You made this?” I asked as I sat down.
“Obviously,” he smirked, handing me my tea. “What, you don’t think I can cook?”
“I didn’t say that. I’m just… surprised, that’s all.”
We talked and laughed as we ate, and everything felt normal again, simple and light and easy. Somewhere in between bites of sandwich, I remembered something and looked up at him.
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