The Omni-Wolf’s Choice novel Chapter 39

Chapter 39 – A Ballroom Kind of Night, Part 2

Ryder’s POV

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“How do you want it, Bridget?” The question comes out low and sharp, because I’m seconds from losing it if she doesn’t tell me now.

Her taste is still all over my mouth. I can still feel her on my tongue. She’s bent forward, bare and perfect, offered up like she was made for my hands.

I grab both of her ass cheeks and spread her open, taking my time looking. She’s still shaking from the

orgasm I let her give me-my favorite kind of fuel.

Her asshole tightens when I watch it, and my mind flashes to minutes ago, when I had my whole

thumb inside. That hole will be mine soon. Not here, though. In our bedroom I’ll take her apart slow,

then drive into her until she’s crying for mercy and still begging for more.

My hand slides to the back of her neck. I pull her up until she’s closer to me, until I can feel her breath.

I push the thin straps of her dress down and free her breasts. The cool night hits her nipples and they harden instantly. I wrap my fingers around one and squeeze hard.

She moans like she’s thanking me.

She likes it rough. Maybe she didn’t realize she did before me.

“Answer me, mate.” I push my cock between her thighs, close enough to make her tremble, but I keep

myself out of her.

Just a tease. Just pressure. Just the promise.

She’s already right on the edge again.

“Hard… and rough.” Her voice is rasped with heat.

That sound-this version of her-lights something in me every time. She was never meek. This is her,

and she finally lets herself be her.

“As you wish, mate.”

I grab her hips and guide her down by the neck until I’m lined up with that wet, hungry pussy. She braces herself against the tree, then looks back over her shoulder with a bite to her lip and a wicked

little smile.

I’m going to make her scream my full name. Let the whole castle learn exactly who’s taking her.

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I drive into her in one brutal thrust.

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She cries out, loud, and her walls clamp down on me like the first time-tight, perfect, made to hold me. I’m buried to the root and she starts pushing back, grinding like she’s trying to pull me deeper.

I let my hands fall away and lace them behind my head, watching her move on me. Her slick is already running down her thighs. I hear it-every glide, every shift.

She whimpers when she can’t get what she wants.

“Please, Ryder.” Her breath breaks as she tries to drag my hips closer.

“Not yet.” I make it a warning and a game.

The denial only makes me harder. She tightens around me, trying to force it. Her hand slips down and brushes my balls, taunting my control.

I’m holding on by a thread.

“Please, Ryder.” She bends further, giving me the kind of view she knows will ruin me. “I’m begging you. Fuck me.”

That’s it. Teasing is done.

I shrug off my suit jacket and throw it to the ground. Then I grip her hips and draw out until I’m perched on the tip-just the tip-before I slam back into her.

“Yes!” she screams.

I set a punishing rhythm, each thrust harder than the last. She’ll feel this tomorrow. Good. By morning I want this pussy wrecked in the best way.

The woods go still again except for the wet slap of my body against hers echoing through the trees.

“This is my heaven,” I groan, and she nods like she understands.

I glance down between us, watching my cock disappear inside her, come out shining, then vanish again. “Baby, you’ve got me coated. You like what I do to you.”

“Yes, Alpha. I love what you do to me!”

My hand wraps her throat, pulling her upright until she’s nearly impaled on me. I thrust up as I.pinch and roll her nipples between my fingers.

She moans, trembling.

I keep going, rough palms on her breasts, waiting-pushing-until she gives me what I want.

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“Oh, goddess,” she breathes, barely loud enough to hear.

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Her walls start milking me, squeezing with greedy little pulses, and I know I’m going to fill her soon.

I pull out.

She almost cries at the loss, but I don’t let her fall. I flip her fast and drop her back down onto my cock facing me.

My arm locks around her torso and I drive into her again-harder, faster-until her eyes glaze and her mouth parts.

“Look what you do to me,” I whisper.

She looks down between us, watching my cock swell and stretch her, watching her lips spread around me like she can’t get enough.

Her, legs start to shake.

So she likes to watch, too. Noted.

“Ryder…” The way she says it is a warning, a plea, a crack in her control.

“Mine.” The word is a growl as her body clenches and milks me again.

I come inside her-harder than I ever have-spilling deep as my canines extend.

She tilts her neck for me, offering without hesitation.

I bite down in the same place as before, sealing it into her as her second orgasm detonates through her. My name tears out of her-loud, wild-bouncing through the trees.

I pull back, retract my teeth, and lick the skin until the mark reseals.

Bridget’s POV

The party is still roaring when we get back inside. I expected the whispering, the stares, the judgment.

Instead, I see a woman wearing her dress backwards like it’s a fashion statement.

So… this is that kind of night. An almost-orgy vibe, except every couple looks like they’d commit murder if someone so much as breathed too close to their mate.

Ryder has rotated the guards who were with us. They’re all mated, and he wanted them to get time with their partners too.

These magical beings are nothing like what I pictured.

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At one point I even catch Alpha Marcus and Luna Kendra slipping back in from somewhere they definitely weren’t supposed to be. I ask nothing. I want to know nothing. Seeing my in-laws doing the horizontal mambo was never-ever-going to be on my bingo card.

Ryder has kept his promise the entire night me within arm’s reach. But now he’s deep in conversation with another Alpha and my bladder is making threats.

“Sorry to interrupt,” I say, cutting into the circle, “but I need to step away for a minute.” I look straight at Ryder.

“Excuse us-” he starts.

“I’ll take Marshall and Clayton,” I cut in, then add through the mind-link, I’ll be right back. I promise. But you’ve got to let me breathe a little, babe.’

He stares like I just sprouted extra limbs. I can practically see him running disaster scenarios, building solutions at the speed of instinct.

Alpha brain.

I turn to the waiting warriors. “And bring Iron Fang and Patrick too.”

Ryder’s voice comes in firm. “I want Iron Fang in the bathroom with you. Understood?”

My eyes widen.

First: yes, Ryder has basically renamed him Iron Fang, and the giant seems to accept it-though he still doesn’t talk, grunt, or even make normal human noise. Half the time I’m not convinced he breathes. Maybe that’s his way of approving.

Second: there is no universe where I’m happily taking Iron Fang into a bathroom with me.

I look at Ryder. He smiles like he already won.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Have I ever joked about your safety?” He leans in and kisses me, slow and possessive, and I sigh

because I know exactly how this ends.

“Fine,” I mutter. “I’ll be fast.”

Defeated, I move through the crowd with four warriors in a tight formation around me. It’s almost funny-because with one spell from my manicured hand, I could technically drop them.

But the optics are great.

All that security makes me look like a delicate little thing.

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We reach the private bathroom suites. The guys wait outside while Iron Fang checks first.

The door opens and I slip inside immediately, determined to get this over with.

And I’m not even going to bother trying to argue for privacy. If I ask him to stay outside, it’ll turn into a staring contest, and that man is built to win wars-silent ones included.

I handle my business quickly. Easy enough when I’m not wearing panties-because Ryder tore them off earlier-and I know they’re still in his pocket.

I’ve seen him, too, standing there talking to people with his hand casually resting like a trophy. Then

he’d glance at me and smile.

I finish and step out-straight into Iron Fang.

I exhale and move toward the sink while he shifts just enough to let me by.

“You look really nice in your tux tonight,” I tell him, watching his reflection. “Just in case no one said

it… or they were too scared to.”

Nothing. No expression. No sound.

Then-there.

One finger twitches.

It’s so small it’s ridiculous, but it feels like witnessing a baby’s first step. I’m absurdly pleased and

ready to keep talking when the door opens.

Iron Fang is suddenly in front of me like a wall.

Queen Eleanor enters with three of her men. One moves to check the stalls while the other two stand

guard, rigid and watchful.

I give her a polite smile and start to leave.

“Please, wait.” Her voice stops me. “I’d like a word.”

She disappears into a stall. Her men stay positioned at the door.

From behind the stall door she says, “You’re excused, warrior.”

Iron Fang doesn’t budge.

I keep my tone even. “He won’t leave my side for anyone, regardless of rank. So say what you need to

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say knowing he won’t repeat it.”

He remains perfectly still. I don’t even see him blink.

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The toilet flushes. The stall door opens. The queen steps out wearing a scowl like she’s decided patience is a waste of time.

“Fine,” she says, washing her hands with deliberate calm. “Let’s be direct. What are your plans here?”

She meets my eyes in the mirror.

“You’re powerful,” she continues. “Do you truly believe you’ll be satisfied shrinking yourself into an Alpha’s mate-running his tiny pack-when the moon goddess made you for more?”

My stomach tightens, but my voice doesn’t. “He’s my mate. He’s my world. And everything I’m capable of doing, I can do right here-with a pack that’s become family, with people who know me and love

1. This is the pack I’ll fight for. This is the pack I’ll protect.”

“Oh, child.” Her tone turns sharp. “Save the performance for your admirers. I’m offering advice.”

She dries her hands, then looks at me like she’s measuring the value of a weapon.

“Don’t trade your potential for a mate,” she says. “There’s a group of gifted female warriors-almost as strong as you. They’ve had thousands of years to master what you’re only beginning to touch.”

My throat goes tight.

“They live in the Swiss Alps,” she goes on. “Remote. Hidden. No one knows where. They could teach you things you can’t even imagine. More than being a bed warmer and a baby maker.”

Her gaze hardens. “If that life is enough for you, then continue. But when you’re ready to be more than an Alpha’s ornament-reach out to me.”

I can’t speak. Not because I agree-but because the audacity lands like a slap.

I’ve never felt caged here. Not once.

I open my mouth to tell her exactly that.

She’s already walking out, not even granting me the chance to answer.

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