Savage Urges (The Phoenix Pack, #5)(100)

Harlow shifted his gaze to Ryan. “How long have you and my niece been mated?”

In Ryan’s mind, they had officially been mates since he first realized what she was to him; he’d known he wouldn’t let her go. But, in reality, as Madisyn once put it . . . “She led me on a merry dance.”

Harlow grinned. “I’m glad to hear it. What happened to your head?”

Makenna inwardly rolled her eyes at Ryan’s “I didn’t want to talk about it” grunt. “It was a Frisbee. He jinxed himself by walking under a ladder.”

Harlow frowned at Ryan. “Why would you do a fool thing like walk under a ladder? It’s bad luck.”

Ryan turned to Makenna. “He’s definitely your relation.”

She laughed.


That night, Ryan sat on the edge of his bed in only a towel, watching his mate putter around in nothing more than a white partially buttoned shirt and hot-pink panties. She was talking about how nice it had been to hear tales of her mother’s childhood, to know about her deceased grandparents. She wasn’t fooling him for a second. Deep inside, she was hurting; mourning the father she couldn’t remember.

He wanted to say something, wanted to somehow make it better. But he was pretty sure that whatever he blurted out would be far from sensitive. He was—

“What did you just say?” He had to have misheard her.

She sent him an enigmatic smile. “What do you think I said?”

“Repeat it.”

“Or . . . ?” she drawled. He snagged her shirt and pulled her to stand between his legs, accidentally tugging it open. “Hey!” she whined.

“Don’t play with me. What did you say?”

“You’re no fun.”

His heart was pounding and his wolf was stock still. “Kenna.”

She slid her hands over his broad shoulders. “I said, we’ll have to move to a bigger room when the baby arrives next year.”

That was what he’d thought she said. “You’re not pregnant.” He’d smell it if she were.

“According to Ally, it’ll happen sometime soon.” Makenna was pretty happy about it. Her mate, however . . . all she was sensing from him was shock. His wolf was smug. “You okay?”

Mouth dry, he swallowed. “Yeah.”

“It’s okay if you’re a little spooked.”

“I’m not spooked.” He splayed a hand on her flat stomach. “I just never thought about having kids.” As such, hearing he’d soon be a father was like a sucker punch. Yet, he wasn’t unhappy or scared. He oddly felt a strange urge to possess his mate so completely that neither knew where he ended or she began.

As he slipped his hands inside her shirt to span her rib cage, Makenna moved a little closer. She felt the change in him. Felt the shock slip away to be replaced by the primal drive to take and own. She closed her eyes as he swirled his tongue in the hollow of her throat. Considering she liked sex rough and wild, it surprised her that the gentle, sensual move fired her desire. “Ryan.”

He licked along her collarbone as her soft fingers skimmed over his shoulders and chest. “I need you to get on your knees for me, Kenna.”

Her stomach clenched. “Now why would I do that?”

Ryan nipped her lip. “So you can wrap this pretty little mouth around my cock.” Her pupils dilated and her fingers dug into his shoulders. “But first . . .” He raked a hand in her hair and closed his mouth over hers, driving his tongue inside. He’d never get enough of her taste. He loved her mouth. Loved kissing it, biting it, f*cking it. Loved knowing nobody else could ever have it. “On your knees.”

Makenna thought about fighting him just for the hell of it. Instead, she curled a hand around his cock and said, “I’ll get on my knees . . . but only because I want to.” She slowly knelt, stroking his cock.

With his hand bunched in her hair, he drew her mouth close. “Open.” He didn’t have to warn her not to tease him. She never did. She just sucked him deep. And she was f*cking good at it. Especially when she did that swirly thing with her tongue. “That’s it. Get me nice and wet, Kenna, because you’re going to ride me.”

Moaning at that, Makenna sucked harder and faster. She loved tasting him, but she needed him in her. Needed his cock to ease the ache that was building and building. She winced as the hand fisting her hair tugged.

“Stop. I don’t want to come in your mouth tonight.” Slipping a hand under her arm, Ryan helped her stand. Her lips were swollen and her eyes were languid, making his cock throb. He pulled down her panties, waiting while she stepped out of them and kicked them aside. “Come here.” She straddled him, rubbing her * above the head of his cock. “Who do you belong to, Kenna?” Fingers digging into his shoulders, she began to lower herself on his cock. Ryan wrapped his hand around the base, stopping her from taking it all. “You didn’t answer my question.”

No, Makenna didn’t, because it wasn’t good to always give her mate what he wanted. The defiant streak in her wouldn’t allow her to anyway. So she ignored his demand and slowly rode as much of as cock as she could take. But it wasn’t enough. “Ryan.”

“You want more?”

“Yes,” she ground out.

“You can have more. You can have it all. It’s yours. But first you have to tell me who you belong to.” Free hand palming her breast, he raked his teeth down the column of her throat. “Tell me.” He wasn’t surprised when she just continued riding him. He gave her ass a sharp slap, which made her * clamp down on him. “Tell me.”