All Chapters of The Black Wolves: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ryder paid the bill before I could even pretend to reach for my bag, tossing down a wad of cash with a casual disregard that screamed pack money. He caught my wrist as I slid out of the leather booth, pulling me flush against his chest before I could take a step toward the door. His lips brushed the shell of my ear, his hot breath sending a sudden shudder straight down my spine.“Ready to see where your new life starts, little wolf?” he rasped, his voice vibrating in his chest.I couldn’t bring myself to throw back a witty comeback. My pulse was hammering too hard against my throat.Outside, the autumn wind bit into my cheeks, but the cold felt almost artificial compared to the fever burning under my skin. Ryder led me down the brick alley to his matte-black motorcycle. He picked up the spare helmet, strapping it securely beneath my chin with practiced, heavy fingers. His gaze lingered on my lips—swollen and red from his earlier assault—and a dark, hungry glint flared in his eyes befo

He didn’t wait. He scooped me up, my legs locking around his waist instinctively, and carried me down the hallway toward the bedroom. His steps were heavy, purposeful. He kicked the bedroom door open and dropped me onto the mattress, but he didn’t let go—he followed me down, his massive body pinning mine into the sheets.“You have no idea what you’ve started, Haven,” he growled against my lips, his hands already working at my sweater, pulling it up and over my head in one fluid motion.When his skin finally met mine, I nearly lost my mind. He was all heat and hard muscle. His hands roamed over me like he was memorizing every curve, every inch of my skin, before his mouth found my breasts, his teeth grazing my nipples until I was arching off the bed, sobbing his name.“Ryder, please,”“Please what, Haven?” he murmured against my skin, his voice a dark rumble that made my insides melt. “Tell me exactly what you want.”I couldn’t even find the words. My hands were tangled in his hair, pu

He pulled me closer, his body grinding into mine with a ruthless intent that made my knees weak. I could feel the power in his arms, the way he held me against the wall like I weighed nothing at all. Every thrust was deeper than the last, driving the breath from my lungs until all I could do was cling to him.“Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded, his voice a low command vibrating against my skin. “Say it.”“I’m yours,” I managed to choke out, my voice trembling. “Ryder, I’m yours.”That seemed to snap something inside him. His pace became frantic, almost violent, his hips slamming against mine with a force that made my vision swim.“That’s my girl,” he roared, the sound tearing from his chest as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. His teeth grazed my skin, not biting hard enough to break, but enough to make me cry out. He was relentless now, his body a machine of heat and muscle, driving into me with a rhythm that felt like it was shaking the very walls around us.My legs were t

The kitchen was bathed in golden morning light as Ryder plated up a massive spread—thick-cut bacon, fluffy scrambled eggs, and golden buttered toast. I perched on the tall bar stool, my knees hooked around the metal frame, eagerly digging in like a woman starved.Ryder leaned back against the edge of the granite counter directly across from me, his bare chest glistening faintly in the sunlight, his dark eyes tracking every movement of my lips as I ate.“You’re watching me like I’m going to run away,” I said between bites, setting down my fork to take a sip of the rich, steaming coffee.“I’m watching you because you’re mine,” he rumbled, his voice low and heavy with that thick wolf velvet. He stepped around the island, his long fingers trailing over the smooth marble before catching my jawline, tilting my face upward. “And because you’ve got a drop of syrup right here.”Before I could grab a napkin, Ryder leaned down, his lips brushing gently over the corner of my mouth. The gesture st

“Yeah,” I breathed against his wet skin, my hands sliding up his broad shoulders for balance. “Just... completely wrecked.”A low, satisfied rumble echoed deep in his chest. Ryder turned off the faucet, cutting the heavy spray and leaving only the sound of our ragged breathing in the warm, steam-filled room. He reached over the glass enclosure, grabbing a thick charcoal towel to wrap around my shoulders before using another to dry himself off with quick, efficient movements.Back in his bedroom, I didn’t even care that I didn’t have a fresh change of clothes. I pulled on my dark jeans, but instead of my damp knit sweater, Ryder tossed me a heavy, charcoal-grey cotton hoodie from his closet. It swallowed my frame entirely, the hem hitting mid-thigh and the sleeves burying my hands, carrying his dark pine-and-leather scent so strongly it felt like a physical embrace.Ryder pulled on a fresh pair of dark jeans, a fitted black t-shirt that stretched over his broad chest, and his heavy lea