#Chapter 113 – Jealousy

Alyson Ryan doesn't seem to notice Olivera outside, watching intently, but I grow increasingly more distracted by the rogue. I hate him to see me like this, to watch, and embarrassment fills my gut. It's hard to focus on though, Ryan working tirelessly to please me, doing so repetitively until I break at his hands. He smiles wide, proud of his work. I glance sideways again and notice the rogue has left, turning back in time to watch Ryan undo the erection that bulges from his pants. He presses it gently to my wet sex at first, caressing it as if testing the waters. When I beg for it at last, he doesn't even let the words hardly reach my lips, sliding inward to my pelvis and causing me to gasp alive. I tremble all over, my wolf breaking out in howls in my head, needing more. "Ryan," I breathe, shivering. "Dammit, Ryan, please—yes—yes—" It doesn't make sense, and it doesn't have to. He knows what I need, what I want from him,