Chapter 175
Chapter 175:
Screw the ring! I wrapped my hands around his neck, kissing him back like a wild woman released from prison.
This wasn’t just me clawing—Layla was making me act insane.
Ryder pulled back, his breathing as ragged as mine. His forehead pressed against mine, and his eyes—those deep, dark, maddening eyes—burned with pure, unfiltered desire.
“You’ve got no idea what you’re doing to me, Jasmine,” he rasped, his voice gravelly and thick with lust. “You think you can tease me like that and walk away p>
“Who said I’m walking anywhere?” I shot back, my voice breathless yet defiant.
His smirk turned devilish, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Good,” he growled, his hands gripping my thighs and hoisting me higher. I yelped, wrapping my legs around his waist on instinct.
He pressed me harder against the wall, his mouth trailing down my neck, biting and nipping like he was leaving invisible marks everywhere. My skin burned where his teeth scraped, and when he growled, the vibration went straight to my core.
“Impatient, aren’t we?” he teased, his voice low and taunting. He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. “You want me to fuck you, Jasmine? Say it p>
My breath hitched, and for a moment, I hesitated, pride warring with the aching need coursing through me. But then his teeth grazed my earlobe, and every ounce of resistance crumbled.
“Fuck me,” I whispered, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.
He chuckled, lifting me off the floor as he opened the door to the room. Where the hell was he taking me?
Ryder didn’t say a damn word as he carried me, his stride steady and unbothered, as though parading his naked prize through his secret lair was just another Tuesday. Anyone could have seen us, but clearly, he didn’t give a single fuck.
“You see that?” Layla practically purred in my head. “That’s a man, Jasmine. No small talk, just action. Mmm, daddy energy for days p>
“Layla,” I muttered inwardly, rolling my eyes. “Suck it in, bitch p>
𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝖈𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘃𝗶𝗮 gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩶𝖼𝗈𝗺
“Oh, honey,” she shot back, her voice dripping with sass, “You’re just jealous I have better taste p>
I bit my lip, tempted to ask Ryder where exactly he was taking me, but I held back. I didn’t want to ruin whatever primal plan he had brewing in that dangerously sexy head of his. Instead, I stayed quiet, tuning in to the steady thump of his heartbeat. Every brush of my breasts against his chest seemed to make it pound harder.
He took the stairs like they were nothing, taking two, sometimes three at a time. I clung to him, feeling his strength with every step. He was quiet, and so was I. No talk, just movement.
When we finally reached the rooftop, the air shifted. Morning lingered on the horizon, yet the full moon still hung defiantly in the sky, its glow casting an otherworldly light over everything.
Ryder set me down, his hands wrapped around my waist like I was his damn possession—or maybe I was. My feet touched the cool surface of the roof. The contrast of the chill against my heated skin sent a shiver up my spine.
“Why are we here?” I asked, my voice soft but steady.
He straightened, his dark gaze locking onto mine. The intensity in his eyes was enough to make me squirm. Not just me, Layla.
“Because,” he said, his tone low and deliberate, “Ace wants to meet your wolf. He wants to lick her, to mate with her, right here, under the full moon p>
Layla practically howled in delight.
“Oh, hell yes! Let him bring it p>
“Layla!” I snapped internally, mortified.