“Pick up!”

I screamed into the small device. I couldn’t link with the pack so I was left using the stupid mobile Ryker had left for me if I needed him. Though I had yet to use it, he was nearly always with me or close by so I didn’t have to. So, of course, with my luck the one time I really needed him, he wasn’t close by…or picking up.

“Dammit!”

“Luna?”

Cordy poked her head into the room. I wasn’t too surprised, seeing as I was yelling at inanimate objects.

“Sorry, I’m trying to call Ryker but he isn’t picking up.”

I said holding the stupid mobile out for her to see. Irritation raced through me as my confidence lowered. Was this a sign? Maybe I shouldn’t be pushing this, maybe John was right, maybe I needed to take more time.

Anymore time and you’ll never do it. My subconscious screamed at me. It was true, I was more than comfortable with Ryker in all other areas, if I allowed this comfortable stage to continue I would never work up the nerve to make a move. And with Ryker being the sweet man that he is, he would never push me.

I had learned over the last four months that he was true to his word. Whenever our kisses would get a bit heated, he would pull back. Content to just hold me and whisper words of love. I had gotten used to it, gotten use to the constant burn between my thighs that only Ryker could bring. I’m sure he had gotten use to the endless cold showers I knew he was taking.

It was time to move on fully, letting go of that last barrier in our relationship. I never knew what it was to be sexually frustrated until he came into my life. Though I would never voice it, it was the one area I was embarrassed to talk about. The only area I was shy in.

“You want me to call him, Luna?”

Cordy asked. I thought about it for a moment, the little light bulb in my head going off. I could trust her, confide in her…she could help me in this area. She was marked and fully mated. She was also so loyal to me, the affection she showered on me was unbelievable.

I loved all of the pack but with her it was different, since the moment I came she was right by my side. That hadn’t change at all. She became like a sister to me.

“No…not right now. I-I have a favor to ask.”

True to her nature, she grinned and bounced over to the bed. Settling in before she beckoned me over.

“Sure thing, Luna! What’s up?”

Her excitement barely contained as I made my way to the king sized bed.

“I think I’m finally ready to mate with Ryker.”

The normally talkative and eager Cordelia was apparently taking a break at the moment. As I only got the shocked, jaw to the floor, wide eyed Cordy. I figured I’d give her a few minutes to take in my words but after two I was getting anxious.

“Cordy?”

I drawled, shaking her slightly. She finally blinked, opening and closing her mouth like a dying fish. Finally she composed herself enough to speak.

“Luna, are you sure? You know he’ll wait! No need to rush these things.”

Though she knew some of what happened, only Ryker and John knew the full extent, so for her to show so much concern about the matter warmed me. Though I wasn’t sure why she would be worried, I thought she would be the one to give me that extra push I needed.

“I’m sure. I need to get over my past, Cordy. Ryker can help me do that. Plus…I feel kind of bad….I know he holds back so much for me. I just want to know what a normal relationship feels like, I want to know what it’s like to be with the person you love…in that way.”

“Have you told him yet?”

Her playful smugness and enthusiasm back in full play now. She knew how I felt about Ryker, even if I had yet to tell him. That was another thing I felt guilty over, I told Tristian daily that I loved him, but I had yet to tell Ryker.

I could see it on his face, every time he said those three words to me, his eyes would light up with hope at the prospect of me returning the feelings. It wasn’t like I didn’t love him, I just didn’t know how to say it. I always felt like I needed more than to just say it back to him. I needed a way to show him.

And that was what I tried to do, every day. I would make sure to do something small just for him, whether it be making him coffee, bring him breakfast, letting him use my extremely soft and plush towel- I knew he secretly loved it-or just working out the kinks in his back after a training session with the younger pack members.

“Not yet, but I was hoping to do it while we…you know.”

Groaning, I was sure I was a nice shade of red by now. Her giggle only made it worse.

“Ok, ok. What do you need my help with?”

I stood there looking at myself in only one of Ryker’s oversized tees. After my talk with Cordy she called for Ryker to get home quickly. By the look in her eyes she wanted to get out of the room as fast as possible. Only muttering a quick “He’s on his way.” Before she all but shot out the door.

She also had been thoughtful enough to tell Shane and John to keep Tristian busy with his lessons for a while longer. I didn’t think it would take all that long but she assured me the last thing Ryker and I would want would be to have him walk in on something.

To say I was nervous was an understatement, I was freaked the fuck out! Pacing around the room as I talked myself up. Stopping only to check my appearance once more, I gathered all my hair in a messy bun at the top of my head, holding it secure with one hand while moving side to side to see how it looked. I hadn’t noticed the way the shirt rode up my thighs, exposing the curve of my backside….well not until the door slammed shut and there stood a breathless Ryker.

His eyes automatically trailing the length of my body. The moment I saw his eyes darken the fluttering feeling I had disappeared. It was replaced by a fire that burned in my veins, spreading over me as I watched his fingers twitch.

A smirk taking over my lips as my eyes locked on to his semi hard erection that seem to grow the more I turned. I knew I had to keep his attention focused on my body rather than my face, for the moment he saw my eyes he would find a way to stop this.

Tilting my backside back to him, I angled my neck, lifting my free hand to ‘help’ contain the mess on top of my head. Effectively lifting his shirt a few inches higher, revealing more of my tanned skin. The throaty groan that came from him when the material came to rest just over the curve of my ass, giving him a clear view toned bottom, had shivers running down my spine.

Peaking at him in the mirror I could now clearly see the rather large outline of his cock, the bulge straining against his jeans as it threaten to rip them apart at the seam. For a moment panic shot through me. How was that supposed to fit inside me? I worried, keeping my gazed locked on his hardness.

“Dallas, what are you doing?”

His thick and velvety voice washed over me, separating me from my worrying. I could feel my inner walls pooling at his tone, and by the stiffness his body took, I knew he could smell my arousal. Earning me a throaty moan, the sound so full and heavy, it only added to my creaming center.

“Do you like it up?...or down?”

I asked slowly, exaggerating my words. My hands never leaving my hair as I turned to face him. The shirt still raised, giving him a clear view of my neatly trimmed bikini cut. The way his jaw clenched and unclenched was nearly as sexy as the way his fists balled at his sides, flexing his tone biceps as he fought to control himself.

“Ryker?”

I said sweetly, pulling his eyes off my center, his black orbs locking on my caramel colored ones.

“D-down is fine-nice, I like it down.”

He stuttered. I could see the change is his eyes as he tried to keep his wolf from coming to the front. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for his wolf just yet, but I knew a sure fire way to get Ryker all to myself…for the time being.

“Really? I was thinking up for tonight.”

I said as I let my hair fall over my shoulders, reaching down to grip the hem of the tee and pull it up and over my head, leaving me completely exposed to Ryker’s eyes for the first time.

“You really sure you want me to leave it down?”

Holding the cloth in my hand up to emphasize I was referring to the shirt and not my hair.

“NO! UP IS GOOD!”

I bit back a chuckle at his eagerness.

Dropping his tee I slowly sauntered over to him, taking his hand in mine, I pulled him to the bed, lightly pushing him back until he was seated at the edge.

“Dal-”

“Shh, I want to try something. Will you let me?”

I knew my eyes were silently pleading with him, trying to get him to see the seriousness in them, I needed this. Finding what he was looking for in them he nodded, sighing as I cupped his jaw.

“I need to speak to your wolf…can you control him enough to let him come to the front for a minute?”

He looked at me with a pained expression, no doubt mentally fighting his wolf to keep calm. Once his eyes took on the onyx tint I had come to love, I knew his wolf was now sitting in front. Not giving him the chance to speak, I quickly opened my mouth.

“I wanted to ask you…I need you to say back, just this once.”

Guilt ran over me as hurt laced his features. I rushed to finish, to hopefully help ease his pain I caused.

“I need to take control of this, I have to be the one in control here. I know it’ll be harder if you were in the front with Ryker. Please, I know you would never hurt me but this is something I have to do. Will you let me try to get over my fear? Will you help keep Ryker and yourself calm?”

I hoped he would see I wasn’t excluding him, that I just needed to make sure I was always the one in control. If his wolf came out during this, his need to mate would be so great, I wasn’t sure I would be able to stop the fear from coming when he took me. I knew it wouldn’t be slow and gentle like Ryker would want, not with his wolf at the front.

“If this will help you heal, help you to trust me better, then yes. I will do best to stay in the backdrop. I love you, mate, I want for your happiness, and if this will make you happy –of course- I’ll do it for you.”

His deep tone sweet and loving as he cupped my cheek. Tears pricked in my eyes as I looked at him, he thought I didn’t trust him, I made my mate think I didn’t trust him. A part of me knew there was a chance they could lose control, but a greater part of me knew they would never allow it. Not when it came to me.

“I do trust you that is why I am asking. I know you can hold back enough to let me do this my way. And hopefully, soon, you won’t have to.”

His smile was enough of a reply for me. Leaning down I placed a soft kiss to lips as I watched him give Ryker back control.

“Dallas, are you sure? I don’t want you to rush.”

This was the Ryker Daniels I loved. The sweet and caring man who would suffer a lifetime of blue balls in order to keep me safe…to keep me from remembering.

“I have to do this, Ryker. You, Tristian, and the pack have replaced nearly every bad memory I’ve ever had. Now I need you to replace those memories with something better, something filled with love…not his sick and twisted, painful lust.”

Ignoring the fact that I was completely naked, he pulled me to his chest. Hugging me tightly as his hand softly ran up and down my spine, being sure to keep his hands a respectable distance from my ass.

“We can stop anytime, if you feel like it’s too much you have to tell me right away, ok?”

“I will.”

I muttered, my face still buried in the hard planes of his pecks. Loosening his grip on me I was able to pull back enough to start trailing light kisses to the exposed skin of his neck and jaw. His slight stubble roughly brushing against my cheek was invigorating, coaxing the embers in my veins to turn to flame. Renewing the need to please my mate, and let my mate please me.

Still standing awkwardly between his legs I let my hand run down his stomach, memorizing the dips of his abs, loving the feeling of his shivers when I reached the waist band of his jeans. Slipping in between the fabric, my fingers brushed against his smooth skin.

“Lay back.”

My soft demand was met with an unsure grin from Ryker but he did as I said. Falling back on the duvet, his hands still holding me. The rough texture of his calloused hands on my hips was surprisingly comforting. The small circles his thumb was rubbing into my skin helped calm me as I started on his button and zipper.

Taking a deep breath, I tugged at the material. He lifted his hips to help me ease them down. Unable to hold in my gasp as his length sprang free, it was much larger than I ever expected and seemed to be still growing.

Cupping him gently, I ran my fingertips up and down the hard and smooth surface. Playing along the vein that ran down the underside of him. He twitched in my hand when I reached the skin just under the tip.

Not knowing what came over me, I felt the need to take him in my mouth. I wanted to taste him, to see if he was as sweet and spicy there as his tongue was. The small drop of moisture coming from the tip drawing me in, begging for me to lick it clean.

Locking eyes with him I lowered my head, letting his wetness brush over my bottom lip before snaking my tongue out and enclosing around him. Pleased with the throaty groan that action pulled from him.

He tasted wonderful, like salted caramel with a hint of cinnamon. His natural woodsy smell invading my senses as his saccharine stiffness filled my mouth. I couldn’t get enough. Relaxing my throat as I pushed him further in, hallowing my cheeks while bobbing my head up and down.

His panting only added to the need to wrench another guttural moan from his lips. Removing him with a pop, running my tongue under the backside of his length along the vein, flicking the skin just under the ridge of his tip. The action causing him to shutter as his hand flew to my hair.

I froze, the familiar feeling of pain and disgust washed over me as he fisted my locks. Desperately trying to push back the memories of his hands holding me, pushing me down on him as I fought to breathe.

Ryker noticed my stunned and fearful state, slowly letting go of me he cupped my cheek.

“I’m sorry, we can stop now, love. I didn’t mean to.”

The cautious look in his eye brought me back to him. This wasn’t a man who would hurt me like that, this was my mate, the man who loved me.

“I’m fine now. Just….I need you to keep your hands here.”

I whispered, placing one of his hands on my shoulder. A small moan coming from me as he kneaded the muscle. Taking his other hand and bringing it up to cup my neck, his thumb immediately gliding over my cheekbone in a soothing manner.

I returned to the tip of his length, darting my tongue into the small dip at the head of his cock. Delicious wetness leaking out as I worked fast to lick it away, wanting more, wanting to feel his seed spill over my tongue and lips, I wrapped my lips around him again.

This time I didn’t hold back, my movements became quick and furious. Hallowing my cheeks to create more suction as I took him a deep as I could before pulling back and repeating the action.

His fingers applying more pressure to my shoulder when I flattened my tongue along the ridges under his hardness. I felt him twitch and knew he would come soon. Moving one hand to the base of him, twisting around his exposed length, I let my other hand run along his smooth skin to cup his, now swollen, beads.

“D-Dallas…slow down…I’m-I’m”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence as I focused my tongue on the ridge of his tip, my hand gently adding more pressure as my pace quicken. His moans loud, encouraging me further until he stiffened under me, grunting my name as his hot seed shot down my throat.

His delectable explosion wreaking havoc on my taste buds, his salty sweetness running over my tongue had me purring in satisfaction. It was like I couldn’t get enough, I wanted more…I needed more. Ignoring the violent trembles of his body, I set out to get what I wanted.

“Oh god, Dallas, please….shit….stop.”

He jerked backed, pulling me up his still shaking body. His breathing heavy as he tried to regain his composure.

“I wasn’t done.”

I sulked, still licking my lips, trying to get whatever remnants might be left.

“Are you trying to kill me?”

He chuckled, little tremors still rocking through him as he held me tight. His face buried in the crock of my neck as his wicked lips ran over my skin. Nibbling on my flesh as one of his hands massaged its way down my side.

I felt the passion searing my insides as his hands trailed my thigh, his knuckles brushing against my wet core. I was slightly annoyed when he pulled back, looking down at me. Only to have relief wash over me as he spoke. A playful and wicked glint in his eyes.

“Will you let me return the favor?”

*This just didn't turn out how I wanted but hopefully you lot like it. *

Michael Buble~ Feelin' Good ~~>