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Ace growled instantly, but this time, it wasn’t yful. The sound rumbled through my chest, sharp and possessive. The meaning was clear—this wasn’t a game anymore. That wasn’t a friendly growl.

Before I could even process it, the fur and warmth surrounding me shifted, and in the blink of an eye, Ryder was back—tall, hard, human, and utterly dangerous.

“You didn’t—” I barely got the words out before his lips crashed down on mine.

There was no hesitation, no gentle tease. Ryder kissed me like he was iming me, leaving no space for anything but his fierce, consuming need. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me against him, and I felt every inch of his possessiveness in that moment.

I tried to push back, but there was no chance. He wasn’t letting me go, wasn’t giving me room to think or breathe. His tongue tangled with mine, demanding more—all of me. Ryder kissed me like it was thest thing he’d ever do, and hell, it left me trembling, weak, andpletely undone.

Every time I thought I knew him, he flipped the script. But this? This wasn’t just a kiss. This was a deration. I was his.

“I want to watch you,” he whispered, his breath fanning across my face, his voice husky and thick with desire. I could tell—this wasn’t just Ryder. Ace was involved.

My pussy was soaking wet, his voice and kiss igniting a fire inside me. I felt like I was burning alive. I gasped, wondering what exactly he meant. His hands took mine into his mouth, and then he bit gently, the soft brush of his tongue sending a shock through my brain.

I gasped again, shutting my eyes as pleasure coursed through me. He didn’t stop there. His hands guided mine to my core—to my pussy. I shut my eyes tighter.

“I want to watch you touch yourself.”

That wasn’t a request. It was amand.

I gasped. By the moon goddess. This guy—Ryder—was going to be the death of me. The crazy things he did to me, the way he made me feel, the things he made me do.

Like amb drawn to the ughter, my hands moved down to my core. It wasn’t the first time I’d done this, but with Ryder watching, it felt new. Different. Intense.

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I gasped as the warmth of my pussy met my fingers.

“Look at me, baby Vixen.”

He tilted my jaw so I had to face him.

Fuck. How dirty could this get? How hot could I feel?

I stared into his dark, hungry eyes, feeling the heat spread through every inch of my skin. Ryder—or Ace, whoever the hell he was right now—held my gaze like he owned me, like he couldmand every part of my body with a single nce. And damn it, he did.

“Don’t stop.”

His voice was a growl, low andmanding. My fingers hesitated for a moment, but the heat between my thighs screamed louder than my doubt. Slowly, I circled my clit, my breath catching in my throat as a moan escaped my lips.

Ryder’s hand gripped the back of my neck, holding me in ce, his eyes locked on mine like he was drinking in every shudder, every gasp.

“I want to see every damn thing,” he murmured, his lips brushing my ear, sending another wave of shivers down my spine.

My body betrayed me, responding to his words, to his dominance. My fingers moved faster, slick with desire as I kept my eyes locked on him. I could barely think, my mind spinning, my core throbbing. I was losing myself, drowning in the intensity of it all.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this,” Ryder whispered, his breath hot against my cheek. He reached down, slipping a hand beneath my shirt, his fingers grazing over my hardened nipples. I arched into his touch, a soft cry slipping past my lips.

“Ryder…” I gasped, my body trembling, caught between the overwhelming sensation of my own touch and the rough, possessive strokes of his hands on my body. My fingers stilled for a moment, lost in the haze of pleasure, but he growled again, his grip tightening.

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