MATED TO FATHER, FATED TO SONS-Chapter 22: LIE DOWN

RYKER

I never set out to be the kind of man who ruins things. I just never saw a reason to stop.

I wanted to ruin her.

Not the way my father would, not his cold calculated method of collecting things and discarding them once they had served their purpose, dragging her through a mating ceremony and breeding her like livestock before sending her back to whatever pack she came from like she had never mattered at all.

No. I wanted to ruin her in the way that would last, the kind that lived in the body long after the mind tried to forget it, the kind she would feel every time someone else tried to get close to her and her bones remembered me first.

The moon goddess had a sick sense of humor pairing me with someone like Amaris, soft and wide-eyed and so painfully naive it should have irritated me, and instead I was standing here looking at her sitting on the edge of my bed with her robe pooled around her hips thinking that my father was never getting her this way, not intact, not unmarked, not in any condition that would satisfy whatever sick vision he had mapped out for her.

She was mine first. Fated or not, that was not a negotiation.

She tilted her head up at me and her fingers twisted in her lap, "Can I tell you something." She muttered, her voice shaky.

I held her gaze and waited, giving her nothing.

"You were my first kiss." She said it straight, holding my eyes like she had been carrying the words for a while and needed somewhere to put them down.

A sharp quick feeling moved through my chest and I crushed it before it could settle, "We don’t have to do all the emotional talk, Amaris."

"It isn’t being emotional." Her chin lifted slightly. "I just wanted you to know."

I looked at her for a moment, at the way she held her shoulders back even when she was nervous, bracing herself without showing it.

I pulled her up by the wrist and kissed her, not the restrained version from before, my tongue pushing past her lips and finding hers, coaxing it out and sucking it into my mouth, my hand gripping her jaw and angling her exactly where I wanted her, holding her there, and she kissed me back with the raw clumsy desperation of someone with no practice and no pretense and I felt that in my teeth.

I pulled back and her lips were swollen and her eyes were glassy and I wanted to take her mouth again immediately and didn’t.

"I am going to take off your bra and panties now." Not a question. Not an offer.

Her eyes went wide, "I thought you said you weren’t going to sleep with me."

"I’m not." I pulled her in by the small of her back, close enough that she had no choice but to feel how serious I was, "but I want to do other things and they will serve as an obstacle." I watched the war move across her face, sense on one side and want on the other, fighting each other visibly, "Do you trust me."

She looked up at me, "No," she said, and then quietly, "but I want to."

"Good." I reached around her back and unhooked her bra and pulled it forward off her shoulders and stepped back and looked at her, really looked, full and warm and completely unaware of the effect she had standing there like that, "Has anyone ever told you your breasts are beautiful."

She shook her head.

"They are." I pulled her back in and took the right one in my hand, squeezing firmly, watching the breath leave her in a rush, "I want to touch every part of you, Amaris, every part, will you let me."

She nodded, lips parted, chest rising fast.

"That’s a good girl." I hooked my fingers into her underwear and crouched down, pulling it to the floor, the V of her hips coming into full view, and she snapped both hands down to cover herself and I caught her wrists and pressed them back to her sides and held them there.

"You don’t hide from me." My grip tightened around her wrists. "Not ever. Do you understand me."

Her breath hitched.

"On the bed." I released her wrists and stepped back. "Now."

She stared at me.

"Amaris." My voice dropped an entire register. "Lie down."

She did it slowly, lowering herself back one inch at a time, and I stood over her and let her feel the full weight of my attention before I spoke.

"I have one rule."

Her eyes moved across my face, "What is your rule."

"You can only say two words tonight."

She blinked, "What are they."

I watched her face when I said it, watched exactly where the words landed, "Stop. And fuck me."

Her mouth dropped open and deep color flooded her cheeks and I held her gaze, "Is that clear."

"Yes," she breathed.

"Good." I leaned down over her and took her left breast into my mouth, tongue circling the nipple before I sucked hard, my right hand moving to the other one, rolling it between my fingers, squeezing with enough pressure to make her gasp, and her back arched off the mattress chasing my mouth, fingers clawing the sheets at her sides, sounds coming out of her small and broken and absolutely not quiet enough for this house.

I kissed down her stomach, hands gripping her hips hard enough to hold her exactly where I wanted her, and then I lifted her legs and she jerked upright.

"What are you doing, Ryker."

I looked up at her from where I was, eyes level and certain, "You are going to enjoy it, now lie back down."

She opened her mouth and I cut across her before she could use it.

"Not another word," I rasped, my grip on her thighs tightening, "unless it is one of the two."

Then I put my mouth between her thighs and she screamed.

I raised my head and looked at her, one brow lifted, "Do you want me to gag you."

"No, but," she started.

"Quieter." My eyes pinned hers, hard and non-negotiable. "I need to hear you when you are ready to say the words, so keep the sounds down, can you do that for me."

She pressed her lips together and nodded, chest heaving. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

I looked at her spread across my bed, flushed and undone and entirely at my mercy, and the possessive satisfaction that moved through me was so strong it sat in my chest like a fist.

"That’s my girl." I went back down.