Page 17 of Stripe for the Picking (Paranormal Dating Agency #92)

FOURTEEN

RYLAN

R ylan's mind was a whirlwind of heat and need as Wren's hands tugged at the hem of his black t-shirt, her fingers brushing against his abs.

Her boldness sent a surge of raw desire through him, and he broke their kiss, his breathing ragged.

He couldn't help but smile down at her, his chest tightening with a mixture of pride and anticipation.

She wanted him as much as he wanted her—his fated mate, his other half. There was no holding back now.

"Let me help you with that," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal.

He grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled it over his head in one swift motion, tossing it aside.

Her green eyes widened as she took in his muscled chest, her lips parting in a silent gasp.

Her hands immediately moved to explore him, her soft palms tracing the hard planes of his chest. Every touch sent fire shooting through his veins, and his arousal was undeniable now.

"You're perfect," she whispered, her voice trembling with awe and desire.

Rylan growled low in his throat, his tiger stirring beneath the surface. "Not as perfect as you," he countered, his hands already reaching for her green blouse.

He wanted her bare, wanted to see every inch of the woman who had captured him so completely. He undid the buttons with deliberate slowness, savoring the way her breath hitched as he peeled the fabric away from her skin. Her khaki pants followed, leaving her in nothing but white lace.

Rylan's breath caught in his throat as he took in the vision before him. "Wren, you're absolutely breathtaking," he rasped, his voice rough with need.

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn't shy away. "You can take these off too, if you want," she said, her voice a sultry invitation.

He didn't need to be told twice. His fingers moved to the clasp of her bra, releasing it with surprising ease.

The fabric fell away, revealing her full breasts, her nipples already pebbled with arousal.

Rylan leaned down, capturing one between his lips, sucking and teasing with deliberate slowness.

Her moan sent a jolt of electricity straight to his groin.

"Rylan," she gasped, her hands tangling in his hair. "Please…"

He didn't stop, savoring the way she writhed beneath him, her body trembling with need.

His hands moved to her panties, sliding them down her legs and tossing them aside.

Now she was completely bare, gloriously exposed on his leather couch.

His eyes drank her in—every curve, every line, every inch of her pale skin.

She was perfection, and she was all his.

Rylan's mouth found her nipples again, flicking and sucking until she was arching off the couch, her hands tightening on his shoulders.

"I need more," she begged, her voice breaking with desperation.

Rylan smirked, his tiger instincts roaring to life.

He was going to give her everything she needed and more.

His lips trailed lower, down the flat plane of her stomach, until his face was positioned between her thighs.

Her folds were already glistening with her arousal, and the scent of her was driving him wild.

He leaned in, his tongue tracing her sensitive flesh in slow, deliberate strokes.

"Rylan," she cried out, her hands gripping his hair. "More."

He didn't hesitate, his tongue circling her clit with increasing pressure.

He added his fingers, sliding two inside her wetness and curling them to find that sweet spot that soon had her crying out his name.

He worked her with a rhythm that was both relentless and precise, his tongue and fingers driving her closer and closer to the edge.

"That's it, Wren," he growled against her skin, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Let go for me."

Her body tensed, her thighs clamping around his head as she came apart.

Her orgasm ripped through her with a force that had her screaming out her pleasure, her body trembling with the intensity of it.

Rylan didn't stop, drawing out every last wave of ecstasy until she was boneless beneath him, her chest heaving with ragged breaths.

He pulled back and looked up at her flushed face. Her green eyes were hazy with satisfaction, and her lips were curved in a lazy smile.

"You're beyond incredible," she whispered, her voice soft but filled with awe.

Rylan gave her a wicked smile, his own arousal still painfully evident. "That was just the start of our night, Wren."

Wren sat up, her green eyes darkening with desire as she pushed Rylan back onto the leather couch.

Her hands moved with purpose, reaching for the button and zipper of his tactical pants.

He let her take control, his breath catching as she undid his pants with a surprising swiftness and pulled them down along with his boxers in one smooth motion.

His large cock sprang free, thick and hard, and her eyes widened with a mix of surprise and hunger.

"Oh my god," she breathed, her voice trembling with awe. "You're… so big."

Rylan felt a rush of male pride at her words, his chest swelling with satisfaction. She then reached down and wrapped her soft hand around his length, stroking him slowly and deliberately, and he had to clench his fists to keep from losing control right then and there.

"Wren," he growled, his voice rough with barely restrained need. "You're going to make me lose it if you keep that up."

She smirked, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Good," she purred, leaning in and taking him into her mouth.

His entire body tensed as her warm, wet lips closed around him, her tongue swirling in a way that had him seeing stars.

She soon sucked harder and faster, her hand working in tandem with her mouth, and he let out a deep growl.

His tiger rose closer to the surface, urging him to take control, but he forced himself to let her lead and to savor the way she was claiming him.

"God, Wren," he muttered, his voice strained. "You're amazing."

She hummed in response, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through him.

When she took him deeper, her throat constricting around him, he nearly came undone in her mouth.

He'd never felt anything like this before—never felt so completely consumed by someone.

His hands tangled in her dark hair, guiding her movements, but he knew he couldn't hold on much longer.

"Wren," he rasped, pulling her up before he could tip over the edge. "Let's take this to the bedroom."

She nodded eagerly, her lips swollen and her eyes glazed with desire.

He stood, scooping her into his arms and carrying her down the hallway to his bedroom.

His bed was a sanctuary of silk sheets and soft pillows, and he laid her down gently, his eyes devouring the sight of her naked body stretched out before he climbed on top of her.

She reached for his hard length, her body eager as she guided him between her thighs. He couldn't resist teasing her, brushing the tip of his cock against her entrance, making her gasp.

"Rylan," she begged, her voice trembling. "Please."

He didn't make her wait any longer. Pressing himself inside her, he groaned at the feel of her tight, wet warmth enveloping him. She was so perfect, so his, and he moved slowly, savoring every inch as he filled her completely.

"You feel incredible," he murmured, his voice rough with need. "So tight and so perfect."

Her legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him deeper, and making him lose all control.

He started moving fast and hard, driving into her with a primal urgency that had her arching beneath him.

Her moans soon filled the room, her nails digging into his shoulders as she clung to him, riding the waves of pleasure that he was giving her.

"Rylan," she cried out after ten minutes of his intense thrusting, her body trembling as her orgasm finally crashed over her.

Her inner walls clenched around him, and he couldn't hold back any longer. With a deep growl, he came with force, his release surging into her as his body shuddered with the power of his own climax.

When the waves of intense pleasure finally subsided, he collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms as they both caught their breath. Her head rested on his muscled chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin.

"That was… everything," she said, her voice soft but filled with deep satisfaction.

"You're everything," he replied, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I've never felt anything quite like that before."

She looked up at him, her green eyes sparkling with warmth. "Neither have I. You're incredible, Rylan. Not just your body, but your mind. You make me feel like I can do anything."

He smiled, his heart swelling with affection. "You can do anything, Wren. You're brilliant, fearless, and so damn beautiful. You're everything I never knew I wanted or needed."

She blushed, but her smile didn't waver. "I feel the same way about you. You make me feel… seen. Valued. Like I belong."

"You do belong here," he said softly. "You're my mate, Wren. And I'm never letting you go."

She leaned in and captured his lips in a soft, lingering kiss. When she pulled back, her eyes were filled with determination. "Good. Because I don't plan on going anywhere."

They lay together in comfortable silence after her admission, the intimacy of the moment deepening the mate bond between them.

Rylan couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so at peace and so complete.

Wren wasn't just his mate—she was his partner, his equal, and he couldn't wait to see what the future held for them.

"You know," she said after several minutes, her voice teasing, "if this is what being your mate is like, I think I could get used to it."

He laughed, pulling her closer. "Oh, this is just the beginning, Wren. I'm going to spend every day showing you just how much you mean to me."

She smiled softly, her eyes closing as she nestled against his chest. "I can hardly wait."

And as they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, Rylan knew that he had found the one person who could truly make him whole.