Ryder sat up, disoriented for a moment before he realized it was the morning of fight night and the guard, not Evie, had brought food.
He aimed a shotgun at Ryder. “Stay on that side of the cell and we won’t have a problem. Here’s the only food you’ll get today so make it last. The shower room door is unlocked. All you gotta do is pull it open. I’ll be back for you at sundown.” He placed a tray on the floor and opened the door. Then he pushed the tray through the opening with his foot. He closed the door and walked off.
Ryder got out of bed. He went to the door that led to the steps and the shower room. The handle, which was merely a circle of metal on the door, gave no clue as to if the door was locked or unlocked. He held the handle and pulled. The door opened. Ryder took the steps to the shower room, wondering if he’d still be naked if Evie hadn’t brought him some clothes.
He used the facilities, but only when he was ready to ascend the steps back to his cell, did he look at his reflection in the mirror. The cuts and abrasions were healing a little, not as fast as Ryder would like, but that was probably down to shifting. His wolf bulk was so much more than his human form and the change would have unsettled the healing wounds.
In the cell, he put on the chinos and shirt, wishing he had clean clothes. I wonder if these actually belonged to some dead guy? He went to the tray and picked it up. There was a dish towel draped over it, and the plate was covered with a metal cover to keep the food warm. Ryder assumed the guard had taken what the cook gave him because there was steak and eggs on the plate. On a side plate were a couple of pieces of buttered toast and an apple. A bottle of spring water rolled to the front of the tray. Ryder ate the toast, having stuffed the two fried eggs between them. He saved the steak and apple for later. The day stretched ahead of him with little to do but fret about the evening event called fight night.
Ryder stood alongside the bars and checked out the building as far as he could see. He noted an empty barred stall on the other side of the room. He saw a narrow window high up on the wall, under the slant of the roof. It was open to an angle of about forty degrees. That must be where the fresh air I smelled last night came in.
He sat on the edge of the bed and remembered the feel of Evie’s skin, the taste of her, and the way she pressed against him. When his cock stirred at the picture in his mind of her sitting astride him, he pushed it away and stood to pace the room a few times.
Ryder made his bed, by pulling the quilt flat over the pillow and then he lay on top and stared at the ceiling. He wondered what they’d done with the clothes he’d been wearing when they captured him. He contemplated what they might have done with his truck. He sighed, got up, and paced the cell again, until he felt tired. There was no sign of anyone and no noise. The camera on the opposite wall wasn’t even pointed at him. He lay on the bed and closed his eyes. Ryder slept and the day went by.
When he woke again, he ate the steak and the apple. He tried to gauge the time of day by the look of the strip of sky visible through the narrow window. It looked the same as before. He sighed and to pass the time he slowly started to do some stretches and push-ups, careful not to open his wounds.
Just when he thought the day was interminable, two guards came for him. They shackled his ankles and handcuffed him first and then escorted him none too gently to a building across the wide yard. Ryder gulped in fresh air, as he looked around, shuffling along. The guards stopped by an open door and pushed him through it. They prodded him along a corridor until he entered what appeared to be a waiting area for fighters, or beasts. A couple of dogs were chained in separate pens. They rushed the walls of their enclosure, snarling and growling, twisting on their harnesses to try to get at him as Ryder passed.
Finally, they were at another door.
Ryder murmured against her mouth, “Evie, this feels so good. I want you so badly.”
She sat up and pulled off her T-shirt. Her breasts pushed out, the nipples hard and she brought his hands to hold them.
“I want you, too.” Her voice reduced to a whisper, she grasped his cock as he gently kneaded her breasts. Evie savored the feel of him, and acutely aware of the torture he’d endured, she softened her touch as her fingertips reached his balls.
Ryder opened her jeans and Evie stood to let him push them down her thighs.
She took them off and stood before him in her panties. A tremble went through her. The desire welling up inside her was so strong her clit buzzed and her pussy throbbed. She could hardly wait to feel him inside her.
He took a deep breath. “You are lovely,” he whispered. He leaned to her and kissed along her stomach and hips, his hands gentle on the sides of her body.
Evie drifted in the pleasure of his touch. Her stomach tightened under his lips. She angled her hips to him wanting, needing his fingers inside her. Her pussy clenched and cream drenched her panties.
Ryder made a soft sound and plunged a hand down inside them. “I can sense your need. Your scent’s beguiling.” He ran a finger around her folds, and then he pushed two cream-coated fingers into her. “Fucking hell, you feel like heaven.” He nuzzled her breasts as he fingered her, making low sexy sounds that sent tingles racing over every inch of Evie’s body.
She held his head, tunneling her fingers in his thick dark hair, and bucked on his fingers. Nothing had ever felt so good. She pulled his head back from her breasts to bend and kiss him, sliding her tongue on his.
Ryder groaned as he returned her kiss. He circled her clit with his thumb as his fingers stroked deep inside her pussy.
Evie’s pussy creamed until juices ran down her thighs and over Ryder’s palm. She kissed him so hard she drew back and checked she hadn’t hurt him. “Ryder, if I don’t have your cock in me soon, I’m going to die.”
He smiled tenderly and withdrew his fingers gently.
Her breath hitching, Evie dragged her panties off.
“Ride me. Come here.” He grabbed her waist and pulled her over him so that she straddled him easily, a knee either side of his hips.
She held his cock for a moment, savoring the length and hardness under her palm, and then she guided the head to her entrance and sat slowly down on his enticing erection. She took it slow, so that every inch sent delicious sensations through her, stretching, filling until her clit grazed on the base of his shaft.
She watched Ryder’s expression, gazing into his eyes, happy that they reflected the same pleasure she felt. She leaned over him and kissed his mouth. The touch of his lips sent pulses through her pussy. His cock in her and his lips on hers—so erotic, so delicious—she couldn’t think for a few moments.
He grasped her hips and rocked her.
The motion thrilled her. She milked his cock, rolling her hips, riding him, her hands on the delicious V of his hips, until he groaned.
“Evie, I’m having trouble holding on. You feel so good…so fucking good.”
Her orgasm hovered and teased in her clit. The deep strokes of his cock rubbed tantalizingly in her pussy.
Ryder moved his hands to clasp her body harder, and his thumbs pressed low on her stomach.
Evie moaned as an orgasm waved through her, deep in her core, over her quivering clit, and pulsing in a place inside her where Ryder’s thumbs pressed. She dug her fingertips into Ryder’s hips as the orgasm went on so strong it forced her head back and took her breath away.
Ryder jerked beneath her. He pounded up into her, his back arching and his eyes closing.
She stilled slowly, enjoying the throbbing his cock made in her. She gentled her touch on his hips and checked to see if she’d hurt him. She watched him open his eyes as he lay back and smiled, his expression full of tenderness.
“Damn, if that wasn’t the best thing I’ve felt in my whole life.” His voice, made husky by the sex, caressed her ear as she rested her face against his.
She didn’t want to move and lose the intimacy of his cock inside her, but worry about rubbing against his burns stopped her from nestling on his chest. She lay, barely touching his body, supporting herself with an elbow next to his shoulder and a palm on his pillow. She turned her head to kiss him.
His returning kiss filled her with love.