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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he stepped out of the water. I admired his body as he answered the phone, watching water droplets trace the

need to go. Ryder's voice shifted instantly from lustful to

still thick with desire, clearly not yet recovered from his moment

found something on the phone," Ryder

already linked it to a building in town?" William questioned as they began swimming toward the shore. I followed behind, suddenly alert, sensing something bad

information. Come on, we need to leave." Ryder grabbed a towel and started drying off. Every movement was hurried and tense, completely different

Ryder handed me a towel while gathering our things. He tossed 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 in

involved our safety.

I asked through our mind link, cutting directly into his thoughts, feeling his anxiety and anger crackling like electricity through

found pictures too,"

rate accelerating, sensing the

1. me.

were shot at. Pictures of us in

then, even from yesterday."

in the car, Ryder driving with obvious anger. My

his words, fear washing

Photographed in my own

jaw

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feeling betrayed and violated

steering wheel. Pure rage liated from him as we drove toward the pack house, his

softly to his mate. e looked between the two men, then finally at

ncern.

?" she asked gently.