Taken home

Rylan didn’t give her time to think.

The moment Lila pulled her jeans back up with shaking hands, he was already moving. He grabbed her discarded underwear, shoved it into his pocket, then hooked an arm under her knees and lifted her off the ground like she weighed nothing.

“I can walk,” she muttered. But her legs were shaking too bad to try.

“I know.” His tone was calm, almost lazy, but the grip he had on her said otherwise. “I’m still carrying you.”

He moved through the trees with long, sure strides. The forest didn’t seem to slow him down at all. Lila’s cheek ended up pressed against his chest, and every step made her freshly used body ache in ways she wasn’t ready to think about. She could still feel him between her legs — the stretch, the wetness, the slow drip of his release that had soaked into her underwear before he took it.

Her face burned.

Rylan glanced down at her once, golden eyes unreadable in the dark. “You’re quiet.”

“What am I supposed to say?” she shot back. “Thanks for jumping me in the woods?”

A low chuckle rumbled through his chest. “You came twice. Your body didn’t seem to mind.”

She clenched her jaw and looked away. She hated that he was right. Hated even more that the scent of him — dark, earthy, and something wild — was already starting to feel familiar. 

His hand flexed on her thigh, heavy and possessive. “Can you feel that?” he murmured. “The pull. It started the second you ran. That’s why I found you so fast.”

Lila didn’t answer. Because yeah, she could feel it. A low, traitorous tug in her chest she didn’t want to name.

After a few more minutes, the trees thinned and a black truck came into view, parked at the edge of a dirt path. Rylan opened the passenger door with one hand and placed her inside like she was something fragile. Then he reached across her body, pulled the seatbelt over her chest, and clicked it into place. His forearm brushed her breasts as he did it. He didn’t pretend it was an accident.

The drive was silent at first.

Lila stared out the window, arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her thighs were pressed together, trying to ignore the sticky mess between them. Every small shift made her aware of how thoroughly he’d used her. God, she hated that part of her liked knowing he was still inside her.

Rylan drove with one hand on the wheel. The other settled high on her thigh, fingers occasionally flexing into her flesh like he needed the reminder that she was still there.

“Where are you taking me?” she finally asked.

“Home.”

“Your home.”

“Yes.”

“And if I say no?”

He glanced at her, eyes glowing faintly in the dark cabin of the truck. “You already tried that in the forest. How did it work out for you?”

Lila didn’t answer.

The truck eventually turned onto a private road lined with tall trees. After a few minutes, a large house came into view — modern, dark wood and stone, with warm lights glowing from the windows. It was isolated. No neighbors. Just forest on every side.

Rylan parked, got out, and came around to her door. When she didn’t move fast enough, he simply unbuckled her and lifted her out again.

“I said I can walk.”

“And I said I’m carrying you.”

He hauled her up the stairs and into the house. It smelled like him — clean cedar, something darker underneath, and a faint trace of rain. He didn’t stop in the living room. He didn’t offer her water or a shower or even a moment to breathe. He carried her down the hall and into a large bedroom at the end.

The bed was massive, covered in dark sheets.

Rylan set her down on the edge of it. For a moment he just stood there, looking at her. His eyes moved slowly over her messy hair, her swollen mouth, the marks already forming on her neck.

“Take your clothes off,” he said quietly.

Lila stared at him. “You’re serious.”

“I don’t say things I don’t mean.”

She hesitated. Part of her wanted to refuse just to watch him snap. The other part was already wet and aching for him again.

Slowly, she pulled her shirt over her head. Her bra followed. When she reached for her jeans, Rylan’s eyes darkened.

“Faster.”

She shoved them down her legs along with her underwear. The cool air hit her bare skin, and she automatically tried to cover herself with her arms.

Rylan clicked his tongue. “Don’t.”

He stepped closer, tall and broad, still fully dressed while she sat naked on his bed. The contrast made her stomach twist. He reached out and brushed her arms away from her body, leaving her completely exposed.

“You’re going to get used to this,” he said, dragging a thumb over her hip bone. “Naked. Wet. Mine.”

His hand slid between her legs without warning. Two fingers pushed through her folds and sank inside her easily. Lila’s breath caught.

“Still full of me,” he murmured, sounding pleased. “Good.”

He worked his fingers slowly, watching her face the entire time. The wet sound of it filled the quiet room. Lila tried to keep still, but her hips eventually twitched toward his hand.

“Sensitive already?” he asked.

“Shut up.”

He smiled, small and sharp, then pulled his fingers out. Before she could react, he pushed her onto her back and dragged her further up the bed. He stripped quickly — black shirt, jeans, everything — until he was standing naked at the foot of the bed.

Lila’s eyes dropped before she could stop them.

He was already hard again. Thick. Heavy. The sight of him made her pulse jump.

Rylan climbed onto the bed and settled between her thighs. He didn’t rush this time. He braced himself over her, one hand beside her head, the other guiding himself to her entrance. The blunt head of his cock rubbed through her wetness once, twice, coating himself.

Then he pushed in.

Lila’s head tipped back against the pillows as he filled her in one long, slow thrust. The stretch was still intense, but this time he didn’t stop halfway. He sank all the way in until his hips were flush against hers.

A low groan left his throat.

“Fuck. You feel even better here.”

He stayed buried deep for a moment, just breathing, like he was savoring the way her body clenched around him. Then he started moving.

The rhythm was different from the forest. Deeper. More controlled. Each stroke dragged against every sensitive spot inside her, steady and relentless. The wet slap of skin against skin filled the room. Rylan watched her face the entire time, golden eyes locked on hers.

“You’re taking me so well,” he said, voice rough. “Like you were made for this.”

Lila turned her head away, but he caught her jaw and forced her to look at him again.

“Don’t hide from me. I want to see every expression you make while I’m inside you.”

He shifted the angle of his hips, and the next thrust hit something that made her gasp. Her hands flew up to his shoulders, nails digging into hard muscle. Rylan’s eyes flashed with satisfaction.

“There it is.”

He kept hitting that same spot, over and over, until Lila’s thighs were trembling on either side of his hips. Every time he bottomed out, a soft, broken noise slipped from her mouth.

“Rylan—”

Hearing his name seemed to do something to him. His control cracked. He started fucking her harder, deeper, the headboard tapping lightly against the wall. One of his hands slid under her lower back, tilting her hips up so he could get even deeper.

“You’re going to come for me again,” he growled against her mouth. “And this time you’re going to say my name while you do it.”

Lila shook her head, but the pressure was already building too fast. Every thrust pushed her closer. Her walls fluttered around him, and Rylan cursed under his breath.

“That’s it. Let go.”

The orgasm hit her hard. Her back arched off the bed as pleasure tore through her, and his name left her mouth in a broken cry. Rylan groaned like the sound wrecked him. He fucked her through it, dragging out every pulse, until she was shaking underneath him.

Only then did he bury himself to the hilt and come.

The first hot pulse of his release made Lila whimper. He kept grinding against her as he filled her, prolonging it, until there was so much of him that it started leaking out around his cock. Even after he finished, he stayed inside her, breathing hard against her neck.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke.

Rylan eventually lifted his head and looked down at her. His eyes were still glowing faintly, but there was something softer underneath the hunger now.

“You’re staying here,” he said quietly. “In my bed. In my territory. Until the bond settles.”

Lila’s voice came out hoarse. “You can’t just keep me.”

“I already am.”

He slowly pulled out of her. The loss made her flinch. A thick mix of their releases spilled onto the dark sheets, and Rylan watched it with open satisfaction before reaching down and pushing some of it back inside her with two fingers.

Lila’s breath hitched.

“I want you full of me,” he said simply. “Get used to it.”

He finally moved off the bed and disappeared into what she assumed was a bathroom. A moment later she heard water running. When he came back, he had a warm cloth in his hand. He cleaned her between her legs with surprising care, though his touch still felt possessive. Then he tossed the cloth aside and climbed back into bed.

Before she could move away, he pulled her against his chest, one heavy arm locking around her waist. His body was burning hot behind her. She could feel him, still half-hard, pressed against her ass.

“Sleep,” he murmured against the back of her neck. “You’ll need it.”

Lila stared into the dark room, heart still racing.

She should have been planning a way to leave.

Instead, her body was already relaxing into his heat, and the scent of him was wrapping around her like something inevitable.

Rylan’s arm tightened, as if he could feel her thoughts.

“You’re not going anywhere, Lila,” he said softly. “Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Not until I’ve ruined you for anyone else.”

His teeth grazed the spot on her neck he’d marked earlier.

“And even then… I still won’t let you go.”