ROWAN

My lips parted hers gently and my tongue slid inside to stroke against hers that made her breathing change and become more ragged. I took my time exploring her mouth thoroughly while my hands worked on both her nipples simultaneously, rolling the sensitive buds between my fingers.

She made a small shrieking sound that was muffled by my mouth and I pulled back from the kiss because I needed to taste more of her, I needed to worship every inch of exposed skin.

I went down on her breast, my hand continuing to work the right one while my mouth closed over the left nipple. I sucked it into my mouth and she moaned loud enough that anyone walking past my room would definitely hear.

I did not care.

Let them hear. Let everyone know she was mine even if only for this moment.

Her hands gripped my hair hard and pulled, tugging me back slightly. The sharp pain made me look up at her and I saw tears gathering in the corners of her eyes from the overwhelming sensation.

"Rowan," she whispered my name and it sounded like a siren call on her lips, like a prayer and a plea combined.

"Let me pleasure you," I responded, my voice coming out rougher than I intended.

Her grip loosened as she relaxed back against the door and I returned my attention to her breasts, alternating between them so neither felt neglected. My mouth sucked and licked and teased while my hands trailed down her legs, leaving her breasts momentarily to focus on lifting her dress up slowly past her waist.

I looked up at her while raising my mouth from her breast and standing straight so I could meet her eyes properly, so she could see how much I wanted this.

"Amaris," I started, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat threatening to choke me. "I want to make love to you. Will you let me?"

The question reeked of consequences because once we crossed this line there would be no going back, no pretending this never happened, no easy way to untangle ourselves from this mess.

She was quiet for a long moment and I watched emotions flicker across her face. Fear and want and it was almost like she was going through all the five stages of sex grief.

Then she nodded.

I did not need more permission than that simple gesture.

I lifted her up by her ass and she instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms going around my neck to hold on. I kissed her while walking toward my bed without needing to look where I was going - this was my room, I knew every inch of it blindfolded.

I lowered her gently onto the mattress and she sat up with her back against the headboard, watching me with those wide amber eyes that looked right through every defense I had.

I stood towering over her as my hands went to the buttons of my shirt. Her eyes stayed on me, never leaving, tracking every movement of my fingers as I undid each button slowly.

My gaze stayed locked on hers the entire time, this silent communication passing between us that spoke louder than any words could.

I tossed my shirt to a corner of the room without looking where it landed and lowered myself onto the bed, kneeling before her on the mattress.

She leaned forward immediately, her hands going to my bare chest. Her fingers traced over my skin in admiration, exploring the planes of muscle and the scars I had collected from training. She moved from my chest down to my abs in careful exploration that made my muscles tighten and flex under her touch.

Then her hands moved lower to my trousers and as soon as her fingers made contact with the fabric covering my length I groaned, my bulge hardening even more at just the ghost of her touch through the barrier.

I reached for her hand and brought three of her fingers to my mouth, sucking them while maintaining eye contact. Her pupils dilated further and her breathing quickened as I worked my tongue around her digits, showing her exactly what I wanted to do to other parts of her.

Then I lowered myself down and kissed her mouth while gently pushing her back until she was lying flat on the bed with my full weight pressing her into the mattress.

I moved down to her breast again and sucked on her nipple while my hand continued fondling the other one. She moaned louder this time, completely uninhibited now that we were on the bed instead of pressed against the door where anyone might hear.

My free hand moved down to her raised dress and while my mouth and one hand worked on her breasts, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her underwear and pulled it down slowly, exposing her wet center.

My index finger found her entrance and massaged there gently, testing her readiness and feeling how wet she already was.

She moaned and her hands immediately moved up to grip my hair again, pulling hard enough that sparks of pleasure-pain shot through my scalp. Her legs wrapped against my waist to clamp my hands against her.

I slid my index finger inside her tight heat and at the same time covered her mouth with a kiss to swallow the sound that was practically a scream. My finger moved in and out of her slick warmth while my tongue explored her mouth, both of us completely lost in the sensations overwhelming us.

A wave of air hit me from behind, cold and sudden.

The temperature in the room shifted dramatically and I heard a thundering sound like something had slammed with tremendous force.

I pulled back from Amaris and knelt up on the bed, turning to look behind me.

Ryker stood at the door frozen in place, his hand still on the handle he had obviously just thrown open. He was glaring at us with a rage I had only seen once before - when he had battled Victor and almost killed him in front of the entire pack.

"Ryker," I muttered his name.

My brother’s hands were clenched into fists so tight his knuckles were completely white and a muscle jumped in his jaw. His eyes were entirely black, his wolf clearly right at the surface demanding blood and violence.

"What the fuck are you doing with my mate?" Ryker growled.