11/18/17

"Kristin."

"Kristin."

"Kristin."

"What?" Kristin groaned, rubbing her eyes and squinting at the bright room.

"Just wanted to make sure you were still alive," she heard Ryder's voice, "You haven't moved in like two hours."

"What time is it?" she mumbled, opening her eyes to see Ryder leaning over her with a smirk.

His hair looked slightly disheveled and she fought the urge to run her hand through it.

"One o'clock," he grinned, knowing she'd freak out.

"What?" she gasped and sat up, cringing when her head started pounding, "Ow," she muttered, holding her head.

She heard Ryder chuckle beside her.

"What?" she demanded, glaring at him.

He just shook his head, staring at her, "You've said 'what' like four times already."

She frowned at him. Why was he in such a good mood right now?

"Here, you should drink some water," he held out a glass for her and she looked at him weirdly.

"Why?" she drug out the word.

He lifted a brow, "You remember last night, right?"

"Of course," she said, although some parts where a little fuzzy, she knew what happened. Evelyn and her were drinking and then Ryder came home really angry...

"Did you go see Evelyn today?" she asked.

"No," he replied, still holding the glass out for her.

She narrowed her eyes at him to make sure he wasn't lying, before taking the glass and drinking.

The cold water tasted amazing, and she didn't realize how thirsty she had been until now.

"Slow down, you're going to drown," he chuckled.

She rolled her eyes, "That's impossible."

"Not if you don't know how to swim," he pointed out, lifting a brow.

"Hilarious," she replied grumpily, her eyes lingering on his flexing muscles as he stretched and yawned.

"Someone can't take a joke," he leaned back, putting his hands behind his head.

"I can, but jokes actually have to be funny," she shot back.

"Ouch," he said sarcastically, looking up at her.

"I don't why I feel horrible, I didn't even drink that much," she set the glass aside and leaned her back against the cool headboard.

"You're the lightest weight I've ever seen," he yawned next to her.

"I am not," she defended herself, although she knew compared to wolves she was, "I'm a human, remember? I'm the normal one."

"I can't believe Evelyn actually got drunk," he shook his head, clenching his jaw.

"She was having a bad day," Kristin defended her, knowing she was a little off and less like herself, "Are you telling me you've never got drunk before?"

She was actually curious for his reply as he gave her a flat look, "I'm not guarding the Luna of my pack when I do."

"She wasn't even that bad," she shrugged, trying another excuse so he wouldn't yell at her.

"Yeah?" he raised a brow, "Well at least she could walk."

It took her a couple of seconds before she scoffed, "I could walk perfectly fine."

"Really?" he smiled at her, "Is that why you fell like five different times?"

"I-" she started, now remembering her struggling to get up the stairs and falling multiple times in his room, "You let me fall that many times?" she accused.

"Why is this my fault?" he smirked, "Are you sure you remember everything from last night?"

Kristin stayed silent, going over the events she remembered. After falling in his room she tried getting him to stay with her so he wouldn't go yell at Evelyn. Then she remembered them kissing and he told her to go to bed.

Her face heated up, remembering more details.

"What happened?" she narrowed her eyes at him as she reached up to touch her neck.

"You really think I'd mark you when you were drinking?" he narrowed his eyes back at her.

"Plus you were the one all over me," he added, smirking.

She scoffed, even though she knew it was mostly true, "I was not."

"Just admit it, Kristin," he teased, liking how her cheeks were turning pink.

"It takes two people, Ryder," she snapped, wishing she would stop blushing.

"Why are you so afraid to admit it?" he challenged, sitting up to face her.

"I'm not afraid," she defended herself, not liking his words.

"Prove it," he shrugged, challenging her even more.

Kristin glared at him for a full ten seconds before she climbed onto his lap so she was straddling him and brought her lips onto his.

She knew he wasn't expecting for her to actually respond, but she could feel him smiling against her lips.

Or smirking.

This was a lot more different now that she was completely sober, yet it still felt just as good. Or maybe even better, now that her senses were sharper.

She ran her hands through his hair, finally having the satisfaction with smoothing it out, although she was probably messing it up even more.

She continued to kiss him until she was completely out of breath and felt lightheaded.

She pulled back, still trying to give him her best glare. His teasing smile made it really hard to keep a straight face.

Even he was slightly out of breath, which she thought was pretty impressive of her.

"I'm not afraid," she repeated, looking into his eyes.

He shook his head at her, his eyes darkening, "You're only afraid when you aren't in control."

Before she could process the truth in his words, he connected their lips once again. Only this time he was the one in charge of their kiss as he pushed his tongue past her lips.

Deepening the kiss, Kristin fought to keep up with him, not wanting to give him all of the control.

She knew she was fighting a losing battle though, up against one of the most dominating people.

She felt his hands tighten around her waste and she was being picked up. It wasn't until her back hit the bed that she realized he had flipped them and was now leaning down on top of her.

She was scared of what was happening; the unknown. She wanted to have control and know what Ryder's plans included.

She shoved his chest, holding in a moan when he deepened the kiss once again. Her body wanted this, but her mind was in overdrive.

He pulled away at her second shove, moving his lips to her neck instead.

"Told you," he teased, his voice rougher than usual.

"If you mark me I will-"

"Kristin I'm not going to mark you," he cut her off, brushing his lips over her skin, "You just need to relax."

She took a few breaths to try to level her breathing.

"How can I relax when you're on top of me?" she snapped, breathlessly.

He suddenly pulled away to look at her, "Do you trust me?"

She didn't know how to reply as she looked into his dark eyes.

"Do you?"

She looked away, not knowing how to put her feelings into words, "I do, but..."

"You don't really," he finished for her.

She shook her head, knowing she really did trust him. She just...

"I do," her eyes met his again.

"Only when you're in control," he replied, "Only when you know you can control the situation is when you trust other people."

She stayed silent, still finding it hard to focus with him over her.

"What do I have to do to make you trust me?" he shook his head, rolling off her.

She took a deep breath, shutting her eyes.

"I don't think I fully trust anyone."

"Yeah but we're mates, we need to fully trust each other."

She knew he was frustrated, she was frustrated with herself too.

"Do you fully trust me?" she asked, sitting up to look down at him.

"Yes," he easily replied.

"You do?" she asked, surprised.

"Wait," he looked at her expression, "Are you telling me I shouldn't?"

She laughed when he faked a suspicious look.

"How can you that easily?" she wondered aloud.

He shrugged, "Because I see how hard it is for you to trust people."

She gave him a questioning look.

"You over-analyze how much you can trust everyone you meet. I figured for someone who focuses so much on trust, I should be able to trust them."

"Okay," she held up her hand, "How is it that you know more about myself than I do?"

"It's pretty obvious," he shrugged.

"Okay then what is my favorite color?"

"Blue."

"That's a lucky guess."

He nodded, chuckling.

"What's my favorite kind of food?"

"Mexican," he replied easily.

She stared at him.

"You do know that we live together right? You eat Mexican almost every day."

"What's my favorite makeup brand?" she asked, smirking.

He scoffed, "Okay, you got me there."

She smiled at him, her eyes slowly trailing down his chest and abdomen.

"I trust you, we just need to go slow with the whole trust thing, okay?"

He nodded, watching her climb over him again.

"I like control," she smiled, leaning down to kiss him.

She pulled back quickly, not wanting him to get any other ideas.

She continued to straddle him, trailing her fingertips up and down his muscular arms.

"You are going to be the death of me Kristin Marino," he sighed, looking up at her.

"It'd be an honor, Ryder Ambroz," she smirked back.

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Thanks for reading chapter forty nine !

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