Dirk's Love

Chapter Six

After dinner, Dirk kept shooting Roxie looks that let her know he wasn’t exactly thrilled with what she’d done. He hadn’t counted on having to stay the night at her place with Ryann. Actually, he hadn’t planned on spending the entire night with Ryann at all. It would just be asking too much of him. He was only a man, and with the mating urge riding his ass, the desire to make love to his mate would be extremely hard to resist.

Well, Roxie had just made sure he was put in a situation that he, and especially she, wanted to avoid. He could’ve driven without having to worry about blowing over. All his kind metabolized alcohol differently than mortals. For him to be in the range where he’d get nailed with a DUI, he’d had to have been drinking all day. And Roxie knew that, being a werewolf herself.

Not that he could’ve told Ryann any of this, since she had no clue what he was, or the fact that she was spending her evening with a bunch of werewolves. Though with Jager around, and never knowing what he’d say next, he could let the truth slip. And that was not how Dirk wanted Ryann to find out.

Dirk probably would’ve enjoyed the evening better if he didn’t feel so on edge. And it didn’t help matters that Roxie watched him like a hawk, as if he’d take Ryann to the floor and claim her right there in front of everyone. The only good thing was that Ryann didn’t seem to notice.

She’d warmed up to everyone as if she’d known them for a long time. Roxie and she talked about their kids, while Ryann had Daylen talking about her days as a police officer. She’d even had Beowulf telling her about Wulf’s Den, and Jager about swords, though Ryann thought he was just a collector. She had no idea that his brother-in-arms was rarely without his sword strapped around his waist. Even though Jager wasn’t wearing it right now, that didn’t mean it wasn’t stashed somewhere close by. At one time, before meeting Daylen, he used to sleep with the damn thing tucked in beside him in his bed.

Once it grew late enough for everyone to call it a night, Dirk was more than anxious to get Ryann alone. And from the heated looks she’d sent his way when no one was looking, he knew she felt the same way.

Dirk stood and turned before he offered Ryann his hand. She quickly took it and let him help her to her feet. “I guess we’ll see you all in the morning,” he said, wanting to make a fast getaway. “We’ll take the room I normally use when I stay over.”

Roxie stopped Dirk and Ryann before they’d taken more than a couple of steps toward the living room’s entrance. “Are you sure that’s what Ryann wants to do? She might feel more comfortable in a room by herself.”

He turned and scowled at Roxie. “That won’t be necessary.” He then looked at Ryann. “You’re fine with sharing a bed with me, right?”

Ryann nodded. “I don’t mind staying with Dirk.”

“Are you sure? We have enough rooms if—”

Beowulf cut her off. “Enough already, Rox. Let it go.”

Using the opportunity to leave before Roxie thought of something else to say, Dirk steered Ryann out of the room. Once they were out of sight, he scooped her up in his arms, and with a tiny burst of werewolf speed, took the stairs to the upper level two at a time. Ryann giggled as she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on.

After stepping into the bedroom and flipping on the light, Dirk quietly closed the door behind them and turned the lock. He wouldn’t put it past Roxie to try to barge in. That done, he put Ryann on her feet. She kept her arms around his neck and shifted so she was pressed to the front of him from chest to knees. The scent of her arousal bloomed around them. His cock hardened in an instant.

“I’ve been dying to do this all night,” Ryann said in a husky voice.

She went on tiptoe and took his mouth in a heated kiss. Her tongue pushed between his lips, stroking his. She tasted of the wine they’d been drinking. Her fingers curled into his hair at his nape. Dirk ground his aching cock against Ryann, making them both moan.

His hunger rising for the woman who would be his mate, Dirk went to wrap his arms around her, but Ryann had other plans. She broke their kiss and pushed him back against the door with a hard shove. It banged when he made contact with it. Then she was on him again.

Lifting the front of his t-shirt with one hand, Ryann dragged the flat of her tongue along his pec. Nimble fingers worked on the button and zipper on his pants, and soon were inside them, wrapping around his thick shaft. She pumped him, forcing another groan that bordered on a wolf-like growl. He tried to take hold of her, but she shoved him once more, which made the door bang again.

Taking the hint that she wanted him to stay right where he was, Dirk watched Ryann slowly go down on her knees in front of him. His breath sawed in and out of his lungs while his heart beat at a rapid pace when she jerked his jeans down far enough to spring his cock.

He couldn’t tear his gaze off her. The sight of her opening her mouth and taking his dick inside had him wanting to howl in pleasure. The feel of her sucking him just about did him in. Desire surged through him, his cock hardening even more.

The door rattled at his back as someone knocked on it. Knowing full well who that someone was, Dirk ignored her. He just prayed she’d take the hint and go away.

“Dirk,” Roxie said through the door, “you better not be doing something you shouldn’t in there.”

Ryann swirled her tongue around the head of his cock before she sucked him almost to the back of her throat. Dirk couldn’t hold back the growl that rumbled out of his chest. He definitely wasn’t doing anything he shouldn’t. It felt too fucking perfect.

Through gritted teeth, he said, “Go away, Roxie. Now’s not a good time.” The last word ended on a moan. Ryann had started to fondle his balls. “Definitely not now.”

“Dirk, open this door.”

“Go. Away. Roxie.”

If she didn’t leave him alone, Dirk wasn’t going to be responsible for what he did. The grip he had on his control was tenuous at best. And Roxie wasn’t helping matters, to say the least. But much to Dirk’s relief, he heard Beowulf’s voice next.

“Rox, what did I say about doing something like this?” Beowulf asked. “You’re taking it a little too far.”

“I just want to make sure he plays by the rules.”

“I think I need to show you how pleasurable it can be when you don’t.”

Dirk heard Roxie let out a little shriek, then Beowulf’s heavier footsteps walking away down the hall. It wasn’t hard to guess that Beowulf had slung his mate over his shoulder and carried her away, something he did when Roxie was prone to not listen to him.

On the brink of coming, Dirk tugged on Ryann’s shoulder to get her to release his cock before he pulled her up on her feet. It was his turn to pleasure her. In a move Beowulf had just used on Roxie, Dirk picked up Ryann and swung her over his shoulder. He crossed the short distance to the bed and flipped her onto the mattress. She giggled as she bounced.

He grabbed hold of Ryann’s legs and pulled her down to the end of the bed to where he stood. He undid her jeans and peeled them off her. Hooking his fingers in the waistband of her panties, Dirk slowly removed that article of clothing.

Staring at her pussy, seeing her juices on her inner thighs, he licked his lips. “Now I get to eat what I’ve been craving.”

Dirk knelt on the floor and used his hands to push her legs farther apart. Her pussy was pink and swollen with arousal. He dragged a finger through her wetness before he swirled it around her clit.

Ryann lifted her hips. “More. Give me more.”

“Don’t worry, babe. I will.”

He lapped at her slick opening, enjoying the taste of her on his tongue. His cock throbbed in time with his rapidly beating heart, aching to be buried deep inside Ryann’s wet heat. It beat at him, making him clamp down even harder on his control.

Using two of his fingers, Dirk pushed them inside her pussy, pumping them in and out. Ryann’s cries of passion rang in his ears as she matched him stroke for stroke. Her inner muscles clamped around his digits, her juices coating them as he worked her.

He sucked and licked her clit, and when it seemed as if she hovered close to the edge, he pushed her higher, stroking her G-spot. Ryann cried out, her body clenching around his fingers.

Dirk rose to his feet and climbed onto the bed. Still breathing heavy, Ryann pushed back until she was in the center of the mattress. She tore off her shirt and quickly shed her bra. He ran his gaze over her, getting even more turned-on by her nakedness.

She then turned to him, inching closer on her knees. If Ryann had been a werewolf, he would’ve sworn she was stalking him, from the way she held his gaze, moving slowly.

Once she reached him, Ryann grabbed the top of his jeans and pushed them farther down his legs. “Pants off,” she said in a husky voice. “You promised I could use you as a guinea pig. I’m thinking now’s a good time to run my little experiment. It’s going to be called, ‘How many times I can make Dirk come before he loses his erection.’”

He swallowed against the howl that wanted to break free. “How about we make it even more interesting and say you can only do that with your mouth and hands?” It would kill him, make his mating urge go straight through the roof, but it would be well worth it.

She smiled. “Deal, just as long as I get to come too. Now get rid of the jeans.”

Dirk quickly shucked his pants and dropped them over the side of the bed. “Oh, don’t worry. You won’t be left out.”

He soon grunted in surprise as he found himself flat on his back with Ryann hovering over him. With a smile that said she was ready to play, she worked her way down his body. Her hot breath fanned over his cock, making it jerk.

Lifting his head to watch, Dirk saw a bead of pre-cum leak out of the head of his dick when Ryann took hold of him. The tip of her tongue came out and licked it off. She moaned as if it were the best thing she’d ever tasted.

He closed his eyes and laid his head back onto the bed. It wasn’t going to take much for him to find his first release. He was primed and ready to go. Dirk gritted his teeth to keep his howls of pleasure from escaping when Ryann sucked his cock into her mouth. Her teeth lightly scraped against his skin as she took him in and out. So close now, he held the back of her head and pumped his hips, fucking her mouth.

She hummed, the vibration running along his entire length, and that was all he needed to reach completion. Dirk growled low, arching his hips, coming in Ryann’s mouth, giving her all he had. Once the last shudder had gone through him, he was on her, playing her body like a finely tuned instrument.

They made each other come three more times before Dirk collapsed on top of Ryann, trying to catch his breath. He also had to admit he was in trouble. Coming so many times without being inside her had his mating urge spiraling almost out of control. And it didn’t help that his wolf was rising to the surface, demanding he claim his mate.

Dirk buried his face in the crook of Ryann’s neck, fighting to calm down. But the smell of sex on her skin only heightened his need. Then she shifted beneath him so his hips became wedged between her thighs. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, anchoring him there. The tip of his cock brushed her wet pussy. A deep shudder racked his body.

Ryann shifted again, this time taking the head of his dick inside her. “The experiment’s finished. I need you to fill me. Now.”

As if a damn had broken, Dirk lost the battle. He surged into Ryann’s pussy, sheathing himself to the hilt with one stroke. From the number of times he’d made her come, she was more than wet enough to take him. Her inner muscles clamped around his pistoning cock as he rode her hard and fast. He was beyond being able to take it slow. Growl after growl rumbled out of him, as much wolf as he was man.

“Oh, god. Yes,” Ryann keened. “Don’t stop.”

He couldn’t, even if he tried. Dirk had played with fire and got engulfed by an inferno. He plunged into her pussy again and again, the pleasure unlike any he’d ever felt. Being inside his mate, claiming her, nothing was better.

Wanting Ryann to leave her mark on him, Dirk gathered her tightly in his arms and brought her with him as he shifted so he sat back on his heels. His dick still buried deep inside her, he urged her to ride him with a hand on her hip. He placed the other on the back of her head to lead her mouth to the spot where his neck and shoulder met.

“Bite me,” he growled. “Hard.” When she bit down too gently, he added, “Harder. Sink your teeth into me.”

He continued to spear into her pussy. And when she did bite him hard enough to leave a mark behind, Dirk felt the beginning of the mating bond form between them. A piece of his soul reached out for Ryann’s. Continuing to growl and take her faster, harder, the two parts wrapped around each other and became one. Both he and Ryann were thrown into instant climax as the mating bond snapped into place. She called out his name on a keening moan, throwing back her head as her pussy clutched his cock, milking it, prolonging the pleasure surging through him.

Once it was over, Ryann collapsed against his chest with her head on his shoulder. Dirk wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight, his cock still hard and buried deep inside her pussy. She was now his and there would be no going back.