The Rejected Werewolf Princess

Chapter 33

Chapter 33 When I woke up, the first thing I realized was that there was a heavy arm over my body pinning me into the bed. I tried to move but that had somehow banded around me tighter and pulled me back into a hard body and an equally hard member pressing into my lower back. I felt Ryker nuzzle his nose into my neck and drag a long inhale before drifting back to sleep. I opened my eyes and looked around the room as yesterday’s events filled my mind. I looked down and realized I wasn’t in the wet nightgown. Sometimes during my sleep, I was changed into one of Ryker’s shirts and from what I could feel of Ryker behind me, he was shirtless. I tried to gently shift out of his hold but I miscalculated my movements and accidentally grinded my hips against his already hard member. Ryker awake immediately and in the span of one second, I was flipped. over to my back and he was hovering over me. He stared down at me with darkened eyes an normally I would be frightened to have someone over me like this but it was Ryker and I knew there was no way that he was going to hurt me. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. I tried not to let my disappointment show because I wanted him to kiss my lips. As if he heard my thoughts, he leaned down and kissed me on the lips then I felt a rush of amusement and relief. It took me a second to realize the emotions weren’t coming from me and that was when I remembered that he marked me. When he pulled I heard his voice in my head. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.” I remembered what he said about the mind link being like a bridge and I tried to imagine it in my mind. “Please tell me I’m doing this right.” “You are,” he was smiling as he spoke to me and he climbed off me. Once again disappointment and embarrassment rushed through me as I realized that yesterday I wanted him to have sex with me and he refused. Technically, he didn’t refuse; he just opted to mark me instead. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was at all interested in me that way. But if he marked me that should

mean that he at least wants something to do with me, right? Ryker paused where he was at the foot of the bed and rounded the bed until he was standing next to me. I sat up slowly as he made his way over to me and he sat on the edge of the bed so that we were eye to eye. “If you don’t want me to hear your thoughts then you should build a wall.” He said slowly and my cheeks heated to know that he heard me. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“How do I do that?” “I’ll teach you,” he brushed off the statement, “I don’t want you thinking that I did not want you last night, I did and I still do. The only reason you asked me to was because you were in heat and I didn’t want to take advantage of you. You wouldn’t have asked that of me if you weren’t in heat.” “I would’ve.” I was surprised that the words left my lips and Ryker was too because his eyes widened. There was a second of silence and no movement between us and then he kissed me once again. The kiss was heated and passionate and my first thought was that I must have morning breath. “You smell amazing,” Ryker pulled back to tell me. He didn’t wait for me to respond before he kissed me again. I didn’t realize that Ryker was waiting for me to tell him that I wanted him. I thought he was the one who didn’t want me but from the way he was kissing me, it was enough proof that I was wrong. He pulled me into his lap so I was straddling him and his hands. descended to my a ss. He reached under his shirt and grabbed fistfuls of my as s and when his hands came in contact with my bare skin; I was reminded that I was completely naked under the shirt. He moved my hips over his and we moaned simultaneously. Through the haze of pleasure, a lone thought pushed through and I pulled back, “wait.” He stopped every movement the moment the words left my mouth and he looked up at me. He waited patiently to hear why I had stopped him and I thought about how to say the words without ruining the mood but I knew there was no way. There was a possibility he would hate me after I said this and he

wouldn’t want me anymore but I knew I had to say it. “I’m not pure.” He paused and looked at me in confusion, “what do you mean you’re not pure.” “My former mate,” I choked back the words. I hadn’t thought about that memory in a while but it was still raw, “after he rejected me, he came into my room drunk and he-,” I couldn’t voice the words but Ryker understood. He stayed silent but I felt a tsunami of anger hit me so hard that I had to grasp my chest to ease the red hot pain that came with the feeling. Ryker seemed to realize I was struggling to deal with his emotions because the next thing I knew, I couldn’t feel him at all. He must have built a wall to cut off his emotions. from mine. I expected him to tell me to leave but he grabbed my cheeks in both. hands. His thumbs stroked my cheeks softly and he kissed me softly once- twice- three times. “You are pure,” I opened my mouth to combat him but he cut me off, “What that b astard did has nothing to do with your purity.” “But you won’t be my first.” “I will be your first because your first time has to be given; it cannot be taken from you without your consent,” his touch was so soft in comparison to the harsh anger burning in his eyes, “Even if you gave your first to someone else willingly it wouldn’t matter. It doesn’t make you any less pure.” “I want to kill that b astard for making you feel this way and putting those thoughts in your head.” “Don’t do that,” I said immediately and he raised a brow, “Please.” He sighed and nodded then he kissed me again, “We don’t have to do this.” “I want to do this.” I didn’t know how true those words were until they left my lips. Ryker lay me on my back and climbed over me never once removing his lips from mine. When he was settled between my thighs, he started to slowly undo the buttons on his dress shirt that I was wearing. I felt a wave of anxiety go through me as I thought about the fact that he would be seeing me naked. I’m not as skinny as Lauren; I have curves. and belly fat and I hoped it wouldn’t deter him.

I forgot that he could feel my thoughts until he opened himself up to me and I could feel the awe, astonishment and pure undiluted need that was seeping from him. It was his way of telling me that he didn’t care about how my body looked, and I felt a rush of power go through my head. When I was fully naked in front of him, he pulled back to admire my body. I debated covering myself with my hands but the way he was staring at me had me burning with need and pride. He leaned over me and kissed my neck- directly over my mark. I have. heard that the mark is an erogenous zone but I didn’t realize how true that was until he kissed mine. My back bowed off the bed and his name left my lips in a heavy whisper. “Say it again,” he breathed as he kissed me there again. I was already soaking wet and he was making it worse, “Ryker, please.” As he kept placing soft kisses against my neck, I felt his hand trail down my body to my folds and he ran his finger softly through them. I let out at choked gasp but he made no move to fit his finger in. Instead he kept tracing it up and down my folds making me impossibly wetter. I squirmed against his movements, “Ryker please.” At the plea, he slipped one finger in and I moaned. He kissed my lips once more and his free hand came up to tweak my nipples as his finger worked its way in and out of me. His lips replaced his finger at my breast just as he slipped out his finger and pushed two in. it was a snug fit and his fingers hit a spot that had me bowing my head in pleasure. I was climbing the peak of pleasure and he knew it too because he kept up his pace and when his thumb flicked my c lit, I came all over his hands. “I want to taste you,” he whispered to me as he rode out my o rgasm with his fingers, “but I know you’re not ready for that now.” He pulled out his fingers and licked my juices straight off them. It was weirdly erotic and I was staring at him with wide eyes. I can’t tell you how quickly he happened but the next moment, he was naked as well and I was staring at his long and thick member wondering how it would fit inside me without tearing me straight open. He must have felt my fear because he leaned down and kissed me softly.

His hand worked my c lit again until I was a weeping mess almost begging him to let me or gasm. That was when I felt his head at my entrance. There was a small pinch as he pushed into me and I thought that was it until he pushed into the hilt and white light flashed across my vision. It was a tight fit and I had to breathe through my nose to get used to the feeling of him inside me. He waited patiently, never once moving until I became accustomed to him. I squirmed from the fullness and he took that as his sign to move. His hand h ooked around my thigh and he raised it higher on his waist. The movement had my eyes rolling in the back of my head. He kept that angle and made love to me slowly until his name was the undoing on my lips.