Don’t Poke the Luna Chapter 197

Xena’s POV

Ryder didn't have an accusatory tone, and I could feel his concern for me. He was right about this, but some things are worth the risk. Though a shadow had crept into my mind, I didn't want to show it.

"That's probably why he was so insistent about us taking a vacation and not getting involved in his business," I said, deliberately ignoring the last part of what he'd said.

"This whole thing feels strange. I don't think we achieved what we wanted." Ryder sighed, sitting down beside me. This time, he pulled me close to him.

"Tomorrow we need to find that third tunnel. They all need to be completely sealed."

"I agree. I've installed cameras in case anyone tries to use them." Ryder lifted me onto his lap, then stood up. He carried me to our bed, gently laying me down before rolling in beside me. His movements were so gentle, a stark contrast to his usual Alpha strength. "How are you feeling?"

"A bit sore, but okay," I said, snuggling into his chest. His arms wrapped around me, holding me tight. His hand began to gently massage my back, and I closed my eyes, enjoying this moment of peace.

"Close your eyes. Sleep, my love," Ryder whispered in my ear. It was all I needed to sink into darkness. My consciousness faded, and everything went black.

The next morning, we were awakened by his phone vibrating. My entire body was lying on top of him, my head resting on his chest. His arms were crossed behind his head, while mine were draped on either side of him. Only when his phone started ringing did I realize how comfortable this position was. I savored this intimacy, not wanting the moment to end.

Ryder moved as little as possible, checking the message he'd received. Though I didn't want to move, I slid off him so he could see clearly.

"Where are you going?" Ryder grabbed my thigh with his arm, stopping me from getting up.

"Going to pee," I said, looking back at him. He nodded and let me go.

After peeing, I took off my shirt and looked at myself in the mirror. The bruises were still visible, but had turned green and yellow. Some places were even starting to fade. I thought hot water would make my whole body feel better, so I stepped into the shower. Within seconds, I heard the bathroom door open.

"Not inviting me to shower with you?" Ryder said. His voice still carried the sleepiness, deep and sexy, making my heart skip a beat.

"It was a spur-of-the-moment decision. I thought hot water would help relax my muscles," I answered, trying to keep my voice steady despite how his presence made my insides flutter.

Ryder slipped in behind me, immediately placing his hands on my hips. He turned me around so he could fully see my shoulders. Pushing around, he was testing my range of motion. "How does this feel?"

"A little stiff, but not painful. Like muscles that haven't been used in a while. Speaking of which, I haven't worked out in weeks," I said softly.

"Wait until Monday. You should feel normal by then," Ryder said, grabbing the shampoo and starting to wash my hair. His fingers massaged gently through my hair.

"Mmm, that feels good," I moaned softly, placing my hands on his hips.

"Don't even think about it," Ryder sighed, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. My heart jumped as he saw through my little scheme, making me feel both embarrassed and excited.

"Think about what?" I pretended innocence, but deliberately pressed my body closer to his, letting my sensitive points brush lightly against his chest.

"You're not ready yet," Ryder pushed me under the water flow, his tone firm but gentle.

"I'm ready for you," I said honestly, my voice carrying a hint of pleading. His eyes lingered on my face for a moment, as if weighing my words.

Ryder took the conditioner and started applying it to my hair. I seized the opportunity to grab the body wash and started applying foam to both him and myself. His scent enveloped me. My hand slid down his body, slowly massaging, feeling his gradually hardening response.

"Damn it, Xena," Ryder growled, closing his eyes and leaning slightly forward under the water flow. His reaction made my heart race, knowing I was igniting his desire.

This time, he put his head in the water and started washing his own hair as I rinsed out the conditioner. We switched places as Ryder finished washing his hair, giving me full access to his dick. With his eyes closed, I kneeled down and placed his dick in my mouth. As soon as it went in, his entire body jolted and his hand flew off his hand and grabbed the wall for support. He didn't speak but his eyes opened and looked at me, full of lust. I kept eye contact with him as I moved him in and out. His other hand wrapped around my hair and steadied me as I worked his dick.

"Not like this," Ryder growled, gently pushing my head away. My heart rate suddenly accelerated, a flush spreading across my face. His tone made me both nervous and excited.

He turned off the water, his movements decisive yet with a touch of gentleness. He picked me up in one swift motion, our wet bodies pressed together, carrying the heat from the steamy bathroom. He carried me to the bed, we were still dripping wet, but that did nothing to diminish my desire for him. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, pressing tightly against him, as if afraid he might suddenly pull away. His kiss came fierce and urgent, as if wanting to devour all my insecurities and hesitations.

Ryder's body trembled above me, and I could feel his muscles tensing with restraint. His forehead pressed against mine, his breath hot and rapid, but his body was already close to my core, teasing every nerve. My insides were screaming, craving his touch, craving him to fill the emptiness in my body and soul. "I'm fine," I whispered, my voice almost a plea.

When his kiss stopped, my heart suddenly sank, afraid he would pull back. All I wanted now was for him to know that I needed him, needed him right now.

"Are you sure? If it's too soon..." Ryder's words stopped abruptly, and my heart tightened, afraid he would stop. I grabbed his face and kissed him hard, trying to tell him my determination through actions. My gaze locked onto his eyes, pulling his hand to my chest, feeling the warmth of his palm.

"Touch me, Ryder. I need you to love me, I need to feel your love," my voice trembled, carrying a hint of vulnerability and honesty. His eyes searched my face for a moment, as if confirming my intent, then he lowered his head and kissed my neck, his movements gentle yet possessive.

His fingers wandered over my body, igniting every inch of my skin. My body trembled from his touch. His tongue slid across my chest, carefully tasting every inch of skin, my back arching involuntarily, as if wanting to give myself more deeply to him. My fingers tightly gripped his hair, feeling its softness.

When his kiss moved to my inner thigh, my legs instinctively opened, my heart racing almost to the point of bursting. His tongue lightly brushed over my sensitive spot, and I felt an electric current shoot straight from my spine to my brain. His fingers slid inside me, bringing a rush of wet heat, and I nearly fell apart.

"Cum for me," Ryder growled, his voice carrying a commanding tone. My insides suddenly jolted, his words lighting the final fuse. My body convulsed uncontrollably, the orgasm washing over me like a tidal wave.

"OH! OH! YES!" I moaned out loud, my voice carrying undisguised desire. His fingers quickened their pace, his tongue's movements becoming bolder, my body beginning to tremble, like standing on the edge of a cliff, about to plunge into the abyss.

When I started coming down, Ryder pulled his finger out and moved up. Kissing me hard, his dick slipped into me. Filling me completely.

Slowly he pulled out and pushed back in as he kissed me.

I suddenly felt a rush of adventurousness, pushing him away and flipping over to ride him, taking control of the rhythm. His hands rested on my hips as I grinded against him. His eyes watched as my pussy covered his dick in my juice. I could feel his gaze burning into me like fire. I quickened the pace, watching his eyes roll back, like he was completely surrendering to me. I bent down and bit his neck hard.

His body tensed sharply beneath me, his nails digging deep into my buttocks. When I released my teeth, he suddenly flipped me under him, kept pounding into me. His fangs gleamed coldly, but he didn't bite down, just continued the rhythm of his thrusts.

Rotating my hips, he kept pushing against the sensitive spot. Immediately causing me to build up the pressure again. My claws scraped down his back. That was all it took for him to lean down and bite down.

The pain was quickly replaced by pleasure as my orgasm hit and so did his. His moments stilled as we came down from our high. Licking my neck clean, he rolled over, pulling me with him. I could feel all the wetness roll down my thighs.