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I dragged my nails lightly down his chest, stopping just above his waistband. “Tell me, Ryder. What do you want?” I asked, my voice a low, sultry whisper. “Beg for it.”

A low growl escaped his throat, his eyes narrowing at the challenge. “I don’t beg,” he snarled, his voice dripping with dark promise. “But I’ll fucking devour you. Every inch. Every curve. And I’ll mark you so deep you’ll never forget who you belong to.”

My breath caught, the heat between my thighs throbbing at his words, but I wasn’t done ying yet. “Is that so?” I whispered, leaning forward until my lips hovered just over his, my breath mingling with his. “Let’s see if you’re man enough to handle this.”

Before he could respond, I ripped thest bit of my chemise off, baring my body to him. His eyes darkened further, his gaze devouring every inch of my skin, but I wasn’t going to make it easy. I wrapped the fabric around his mouth, muffling his growl, making sure he couldn’t bite, kiss, or do anything until I allowed it.

“Now, Ryder,” I said, my voice dripping with satisfaction, “sit there like the good Alpha you are and enjoy the view.”

I trailed my hands down his chest, lower, feeling his body tense and tighten beneath me, his frustration and need mounting with every second. Slowly, I lowered myself over him, letting my heat graze him, but not enough to give him what he craved. His body jerked against the restraints, his growl vibrating through the fabric around his mouth.

“Don’t be impatient,” I teased, my lips grazing his ear. “This is just the beginning. By the time I’m done, you’ll be praying to the Moon Goddess for mercy.”

His eyes zed with raw lust, his growl deepening, and I knew I had him on the edge. I grinned, leaning back to admire my handiwork. There he was—bound, helpless, and at my mercy. And I’d never felt more powerful.

“I’m going to make you wait, Ryder,” I whispered, sliding my hands over his chest again. “Because tonight, I’m in charge. And by the time I let you touch me, you’ll be fucking begging for it.”

RYDER

I couldn’t take my eyes off her. The moment Jasmine stripped, her naked body glowing in the dim, red-tinted light, every rational thought in my head was wiped away. My mouth went dry as I watched her breasts sway slightly, the soft curves of her porcin skin fully exposed.

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Every movement was a slow, seductive torture. All I could think about was sinking into her, burying myself deep in her heat, feeling the warmth of her pussy clenching around my cock. Fucking hell.

My cock strained painfully against my pants, every pulse reminding me of how much I needed her, how badly I wanted her. Jasmine was driving me wild, hotter than any mistress I had ever had.

No mistress, no ything couldpare. She was pure addiction, and I was already hooked.

No. She wasn’t just hot. She was intoxicating, like some forbidden narcotic I was now fucking addicted to.

My cock throbbed painfully, the need for her overwhelming every other thought in my head.

I couldn’t stop my gaze from trailing over her body—her perfect, tempting body. The smooth curve of her back, the way her ass shot up as she bent over me. Fucking Moon Goddess, I could picture it now. My hands gripping her hips, mming into her, making her scream my name.

Mine.

Ares growled in agreement, his presence swirling inside me, more restless than ever. He wanted to im her just as badly as I did. More, even.

“Jasmine,” I whispered hoarsely, the lust almost choking me. The blood pounded in my veins, surging straight to my cock. It throbbed painfully, hardening even more as she bent over me again, her nipples brushing against my chest.

Her lips curled into a wicked grin, eyes gleaming with amusement. The little vixen knew exactly what she was doing. She was pushing me to the edge, testing just how far I could go before I snapped.

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