Chapter 10 — Right Where I Want You

~ LYRA ~

On some level, I know what I’m doing is inappropriate. I’m in bed with a man I only know from my dreams. Even though I understand why—thanks to all his explanations and the endless contemplation I’ve been doing inside my head—rationalizing what I’m experiencing still isn’t easy.

"Ronan," I whisper, making sure he’s real and not a figment of my imagination. My body is on fire, my nipples and pussy more sensitive than they’ve ever been in my life. Even the chilled temperature of the room feels painful brushing against my naked skin.

"Hold on, honey."

Inhaling me like his life depends on it—which makes my pussy clench and gush even more juices—Ronan's breath begins to caress my skin, whispering over the lips of my sex. Before I can beg him to eat me already, his tongue glides along my seam in one long, deliberate lick that parts the lips of my overly-drenched vagina. Fiery wisps follow his touch, leaving an impression behind. And before I know it, I'm arching my back, fisting the soft blanket beneath my hands, and crying out at the amazing sensations he's forcing my body to experience.

Then he pulls away, licking his lips. "You’re so fucking sweet. Just like honey."

I’m ready to beg for more when he dips his head a second time. His tongue works its enchantment, licking up and down my slit, softening the burn in my pussy and replacing it with dizzying sensations I can't begin to describe. He changes the motion, alternating with long strokes between my labia and shallow dives at the mouth of my sex. Fresh arousal slams into me as heat spreads from my belly to the tips of my toes, consuming me in a sexual haze.

Yes. Oh, freaking yes.

This is what I’ve dreamed about, what I’ve waited so long for. Up and down, he licks, growling as he laps up my juices, his fingers digging into my ass. I don’t think the feeling can get any better until he scoots up and the channel of his mouth surrounds my clit. I wriggle on the bed when he starts to suck, caught in a whirlpool of desire and want. His tongue flicks the oversensitive nub, moving over it hard and fast.

"Oh! Ronan!" I cry as stars glow before my eyes, a fireball erupting from the inside out.

More loud shrieking echoes in my ears, buzzing on and on. It’s not until the sound softens that I realize it's I who’s crying out, my voice sounding far away. Suddenly, I feel something stir inside me. It reaches out to the man giving me pleasure, wanting to make him a part of me. I start to question what I feel when Ronan growls, the sound sexy although it should be frightening.

"Again," I hear Ronan snarl, lapping at my wet folds with even more ferocity, whisking his tongue up and down like he needs every drop or he'll die. "Come for me again."

I gasp in surprise that I had come without even knowing—and in lust when I feel his finger stroke against the opening of my pussy, gathering moisture before easing it inside my hot channel. If I’d thought his tongue felt amazing, the pressure of his thick finger parting me is extraordinary. And a new, unrestrained part of me wants more.

A scent fills my nose—wild and delicious.

Unable to help myself, I draw a deep breath and realize it’s coming from Ronan. He already smelled wonderful, but now... it’s so, so good. My mouth waters, taste buds coming to life, eager for a sample of his cock. I want to feel the weight of his erection in my mouth, desperate to savor him in reality and not in a dream.

As though he’s aware of my desires, he pulls away and looks at me. His irises are no longer human, glowing in the dark, muscles rock-hard and tense. He could tear me apart if he changed, capable of ripping my throat in two with his teeth. I should be scared to death, not ready to flip him over so I can pay back the oral stimulation.

"Don’t even think about it, mate," he murmurs, studying me while his finger glides into my sex, the pads kneading against the clasping borders as though searching for something. "You’ll take what I want to give you. I know what you need. Don’t test Raw. Not yet."

Test Raw? Who the hell is Raw?

"My wolf," he clarifies as if reading my mind, and I breathe a slight, "Oh."

It’s not in my nature to flirt with danger. Yes, I came to his tattoo shop. But I hadn’t known it would lead to this.

Had I?

Yes, a voice stirs to life inside me, startling in its intensity. You did.

"Take it easy, honey," Ronan says, stroking my thigh with his free hand. I arch my back, wanting to feel his hand traveling over my skin, fueling the flame blasting through my veins. The finger that’s lodged inside me rubs a spot that causes me to moan, and Ronan growls louder, thrusting his finger into my moist heat harder, hitting that tender area over and over again. Then he brings his mouth to my sex again and begins to taunt me with licks and nips, the tip of his tongue wandering along my lips.

Quakes start in my belly, blustering through my torso and limbs, making it impossible to remain still. The hand on my thigh moves and Ronan splays his fingers over my stomach, keeping me in place as he laves at my pussy. The sharp edge of his teeth scrapes against my exposed folds, creating an oddly pleasurable pain. When he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks, my body becomes pure light, shattering into a trillion tiny fractions. I thrash on the bed, releasing the covers and burying my fingers in his hair. The flicks of his tongue ease, but he doesn’t relent, extending my orgasm, taking me higher.

It shouldn’t be possible, but the mind-blowing feeling repeats itself. Another climax takes the place of the first, the sensations stronger this time. I screw my eyes shut, crying out, grasping his hair, and holding on to him like an anchor. Wave upon wave of bliss caresses me, hot and electric, rushing through me like exploding sparks of fire.

The dizzying surge slowly fades, leaving me panting, and Ronan presses one final kiss to my pussy. He leaves a trail of kisses along the delicate bones of my pelvis, sliding his lips over my stomach, his tongue darting out to tease my navel. I sigh, pulling him closer, basking in the feel of his warm skin and the careful way he pulls his finger from my still-clenching depths.

"Did that help to take the edge off?" he asks as he nuzzles my breast, the bristle on his chin skimming over my pointed nipple.

Did it ever? I ask myself before answering with a lazy, "Mm-hmm."

His mouth hovers over my pinpoint nipples, his breath hot against the pebbled points as he whispers, "Then you’re right where I want you."