Shunned By An Alpha, Cherised By A Lycan

Chapter 202:

“You won’t,” I breathed, my fingers clutching his shoulders. “I’m right here. I’m not leaving.”

But I doubted he was even listening. His hands roamed over me, mapping every inch of my body as if he was memorizing me. His touch was reverent and possessive all at once, a reflection of the war raging inside him.

“I thought I’d never get to hold you again,” he said, his breath hitching. “To touch you like this.”

His words broke something inside me. I pulled him closer, pressing my forehead against his. “You have me, Ryder. Always.”

The shower turned into a blur of heat and passion. The steam wrapped around us, cocooning us in a world where nothing else existed. Ryder worshipped me with every touch, every kiss, as if trying to erase the fear that had gripped him earlier.

When we finally sank to the floor, the water still pounding down on us, I felt like I was floating. Ryder cradled me in his arms, his forehead resting against mine, his breathing ragged.

“I love you,” he said, his voice cracking with emotion. “More than anything, Jasmine. I can’t lose you. I won’t.”

I reached up to touch his face, my heart swelling. “You won’t lose me,” I whispered. “I’m yours, Ryder. Always.”

He growled low in his throat as I pressed against him, seeking more of his touch, more of his heat. His hands gripped my hips, lifting me until I was fully off the ground, my back sliding against the wet tile. I gasped at the raw display of strength, my heart racing faster as he pressed me against the wall, his lips claiming mine once more.

“You’re mine,” he growled, his teeth grazing my earlobe. “Mine to protect, mine to love, mine to please.”

He slid down my body, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire as he tasted my skin. His fingers found the thin lace of my panties, sliding them down my legs with a rough, possessive movement.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered, his voice hoarse with need.

gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝗈n – 𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖛𝓲𝖊𝖗𝓽

I did as he commanded, bracing myself against the wall as he pressed his mouth against my core. He teased and tasted me, his tongue finding all the spots that made me gasp and shudder.

I arched against him, needing more, needing him.

Ryder’s touch grew more demanding, his tongue and lips leaving me quivering and breathless.

“Please,” I begged, my voice hoarse with desire. “Please, Ryder.”

“Not yet,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. “I want to make you beg.”

He slid two fingers inside me, his thumb finding the sensitive bundle of nerves that made me cry out. I rocked against his hand, my hips moving in a frantic rhythm as I sought release.

Ryder’s fingers worked me like a master, his touch bringing me to the edge of ecstasy before pulling back, leaving me begging for more. His thumb circled and teased my clit, the pressure building inside me like a tidal wave ready to break.

“You’re so wet,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “You need my cock, don’t you?”

I nodded, my words caught in a throaty moan.

“You need my cock, don’t you, Baby Vixen?” Ryder growled, his voice rough with desire.

I moaned in response, my words lost in a haze of need.

“Yes,” I whimpered. “I need you.”

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