Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder)

Chapter 188

Xena's POV

"Is that why you're still inside me?" I laughed, feeling the warmth of Ryder's body against mine in the pond.

"Total accident," he replied, his voice dripping with satisfaction, not sounding the least bit sorry.

"Liar, big fat liar." I bit his earlobe gently, enjoying how his body trembled against mine in response. The connection between us felt electric, primal-something I was still getting used to.

"Can't wait to see you swaying on that dance floor," he said, his voice rough with desire.

"If I make it there," I teased, my tone deliberately provocative.

"What does that mean?"

"After you see my dress, you might not let me go." I kept my voice light, playful.

"Is that so?" Ryder studied my face carefully, his green eyes flickering with equal parts desire and curiosity.

"Yeah, that's so."

"I might just tear it off before we go, and then we wouldn't make it to the dance because you'd have no dress," he threatened, his voice low and heavy with desire.

"I'm not wearing anything underneath. You can fuck me before, during, and after the dance." I licked his ear, feeling his cock harden inside me. My walls tightened around his growing length, sending familiar waves of dizzying pleasure through my body.

Just then, Ryder's phone rang again. "Hmm." He glanced back, hesitating whether to answer. I could feel his reluctance to break our connection.

"Go ahead," I sighed, forcing myself to let go of the intimate moment. "Might be important."

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out of me, adjusting his pants. He was still hard when he stepped out of the water. I admired his body as he answered the phone,

voice shifted instantly from lustful to authoritative, his expression transforming so quickly

his voice still thick with

something on the

in town?" William questioned as they began swimming toward the shore.

need to leave." Ryder grabbed a towel and started drying off. Every movement was hurried

my shoes to me, then grabbed my jacket and headed for the car. His entire demeanor screamed "don't ask," but I couldn't stand being kept

involved our safety.

our mind link, cutting directly into his thoughts,

pictures too," he

rate accelerating,

1. me.

we were shot at. Pictures of us in the shop. Pictures

then, even from yesterday."

sat in the car, Ryder driving with obvious anger. My head snapped toward

washing over me

saying I've been followed? Photographed in my own pack

jaw

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and violated to

didn't respond, but his knuckles turned white on the steering wheel. Pure rage liated from him as we drove toward the pack house, his anger almost tangible. William mediately picked up on it, his mood shifting to match Ryder's state. He didn't need to ow why

William suggested softly to his mate. e looked between the two men, then finally at me, her eyes full of questions

ncern.

?" she asked gently.