Her back to me, he pressed her forward until she was trapped between our hard bodies. I would have protested, but Rachel’s reaction stopped me. Raw, achy desire filled her as Ryston lowered his head to claim a kiss.
To claim her. For the need was like a fire in his blood. Unapologetic. Dominant. Demanding.
Our mate melted into me and I raised my hands to cup her breasts as Ryston pushed her back with the force of his kiss, her head nestled against my chest.
He slid his hands to our mate’s hips. Grateful for her quiet moan of encouragement, I gave up the thought of going slow, learning her curves first over the blanket. Fuck that. I slid my hands beneath the bothersome layer to explore bare flesh, to cup the heavy softness of her breasts and roll her nipples between my fingers. Yes. Gods, she felt like heaven in my palms.
She gasped and turned her head away, but Ryston shook his head and wrapped his hand gently around her throat, forcing her to meet his gaze. Forcing her head back once again. She was truly pinned between us.
The rush of desire at his movement hit us both like fists squeezing my hard cock. She wasn’t shying away from his power. She wasn’t afraid. Nor shy. She liked his dominance. Loved it. Based on her emotions, she needed it.
“Do you want us to stop?” Ryston asked, even though he knew she’d say no.
She didn’t respond right away and I would swear my heart stopped beating as I waited for her answer. I didn’t want to stop, I wanted to bury my cock in her wet heat and pump her full of my seed. I wanted my child growing in her belly. As her Prime male, it was my right to take her first, to plant my seed in her womb. To make her mine. After she became pregnant with our first child, Ryston would have his turn. But until then, Rachel’s hot, wet pussy was all mine.
Rachel kept her eyes fixed on Ryston—not that he gave her a choice to look anywhere else—and lifted her arms up high, wrapping her hands around my neck. She buried her fingers in my hair and arched her back, shoving her breasts into my hands, demanding more attention.
“No. I don’t want to stop.”