Warning: Light R18
Reana’s eyes widened, her face pale except for two burning spots of color. Ryder was forcing her to choose him, no matter the outco of the contest.
If she decided to adhere to her principles, there was no guarantee that Ryder wouldn’t kill whoever won the competition, just to have her, since he wasn’t remorseful for killing Hale.
And Reana didn’t want any more killings of her pack mbers.
Also, if she claid she belonged to him, what if in the future, he used it against her?
Reana’s heart raced, she felt like she was betraying her pack’s trust, yet Ryder was unyielding. He didn’t seem to care about her dilemma. "You knew what we were getting into, Ryder. Why are you forcing to choose you now? It’s cheating."
"Am I forcing you, Reana?" His eyes narrowed, lips brushing ever so slightly against her, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through her.
"You’re doing so right now. You’re using what I crave against . Why don’t you fight for what you want? You can win the competition if you so desire to be with . You don’t have to go through the back door." She frowned.
Ryder’s lower body pressed against her core, the hardness soliciting a moan from her. She wanted to press his waist down on her, slide that dick inside her, but her hands were trapped and Ryder had no intention of letting her have her way.
Reana felt frustration and resentnt for him.
"You see, Reana, I’ve been fighting for what I want all my life, and what I want isn’t doing anything to fight for , so, you could say I’m a bit dissatisfied and don’t want to play aningless gas anymore."
"What do you an?"
"Nothing you’ll understand. But I assure you, forcing to play big gas is not sothing you’d like very much."
Reana’s breath caught at the implied threat, her heart racing with mixed emotions – fear, arousal, and fascination.
Her voice low and husky, she dared to ask, "You’re saying if I don’t choose you now... soone will die because of , AGAIN?"
Ryder’s lips still brushed against hers, his whisper making her skin crawl. "Not exactly what I said, but everything is possible."
His body pressed closer, the hardness between them pulsing with tension, as he added, "Second requirent still unanswered, Reana."
Reana took ragged breaths. She was annoyed, but the itch in between her legs needed to be satisfied first. After that, she’d deal with this brazen servant of hers.
"So, if I choose you now, what happens if soone else wins this competition? I’d already given my word to mate with that person," she pressed, her tone taking on a hint of pleading.
He smiled, caressing her cheek, "You don’t have to worry about that, My Love, I’ll take care of it."
"You can’t kill anymore." He glared at her." They’re my people. I love them."
Ryder’s smile grew wider. Of course he knew how much she loved her people. "I won’t kill anymore, I give you my word." He sighed, as if he had no choice. "Fine. If you want to join the competition and win, then I don’t have a choice but to win."
Seeing the skeptical look on her face, he continued, "For you, My Love, I’d do anything. Even play by pack rules."
His fingers traced her collarbone, "If winning your hand fairly is what proves my devotion... then I will win, fairly. No more killings. No more sches."
Reana’s heart lted, a small imperceptible smile tugging at the edges of her lips. She felt like she was falling for him harder. "Then, you must win, Ryder. Otherwise, I’ll throw you into the dungeon again. And this ti, you’ll stay there for years."
Ryder chuckled, his chuckle soon turning into low, husky laughter, his breath teasing her skin, "Motivation enough, My Love..."
His lips brushed against her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine. "I’ll win so decisively, the pack will wonder if the competition was ever fair to begin with."
He pulled back slightly, eyes gleaming with amusent and desire. "And as for the dungeon threat... I think I’d survive years in there – if you visited regularly."
"Shut up," she chastised him, but her tone was far from reprimand. Her cheeks blushed furiously, and she tried to look away, but he snatched her chin, stopping her from breaking eye contact.
"You’ve made happy, my love. Here’s your reward." Holding her gaze, his hands moved lower and the robe vanished, leaving her lower skin bare to his touch.
Reana’s senses reeled as Ryder’s punishnt shifted, morphing into sensual tornt. She waited with bated breath, her core dripping and breathing furiously, almost outrunning her heartbeat.
Without breaking eye contact, he caressed her thigh, up to her core and slowly began to massage, rather teasing her clit.
"Ahh..."
Reana’s eyes fluttered close, her breath catching as his touch ignited sparks within her. Her body arched slightly, muscles coiled tight with anticipation, as she whispered, "Ryder..."
His gaze burned brighter, fingers moving with deliberate slowness, teasing out her response. "Open your eyes and look at , Reana." He ordered, and she swiftly obeyed.
Ryder smiled, satisfied as he slid a finger in. Another moan left her lips, her body trembling slightly as he thrust in and out with deliberate slowness, forcing her to rock her hips against his finger.
The air was electric with tension as he leaned in closer, lips brushing her ear:
"Say the words, my love...the ones that seal your promise to ."
Reana’s voice trembled, heart racing with desire and emotion, "I belong to you, Ryder."
A guttural growl vibrated from Ryder’s chest as his thrust increased, "You earned yourself another reward, my love."
Just as she was nearing cloud nine, he stopped and pulled his fingers out, and brought his fingers to his lips. Watching Reana, he stuck his tongue out and licked his fingers clean. "This is how I’ll lick you dry if your next answer is correct."
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