Chapter 32 — Embrace It

~ LYRA ~

Ronan's grip on my hair tightens, tugging the strands taut. The sharp sting along my scalp sends a spasm through my core, soaking my panties.

"That's right. Show me what you like. Get me ready. I love the way you smell when you're turned on. It gets me so hard I want to flip you over and fuck you senseless."

I work his jeans open and his hard, swollen cock springs free. He growls when I wrap my fingers around the base and squeeze. When a bead of pre-cum escapes, I lean forward and flick my tongue over the tip, collecting the crystalline drop. His groan drives me on, and I rotate my tongue along the crown, lapping at the heated flesh that pulses against my palm.

"Take it," he snarls, thrusting his hips, trying to reach my lips. "Take it all."

He's too thick and long to take completely, the tip lodging in the back of my throat despite the hand at the root. I relax the muscles in my throat, breathing through my nose. Recalling his earlier instruction, I swallow when my gag reflex kicks in.

"Shit," Ronan grates through clenched teeth. He brings a hand down and pulls my fingers from the base of his erection. Then he wraps both of his hands in my hair. "Stay just like that. I want to take those pretty lips for a ride."

Then he moves, making shallow passes. I hollow my cheeks and suck, keeping my tongue flush against the base, enhancing his pleasure. Our eyes meet, gazes locking, and the eroticism of the act makes me tremble, the walls of my pussy clasping with each thrust.

"More," he demands, thrusting harder. "I want you to swallow me down, baby. Then i'll be your turn. I'm going to lick you up like candy, Lyra."

Talk about the ultimate incentive.

I double my efforts, sucking until my jaws ache. More of his sperm coats my tongue, giving me another taste of the man I can't get enough of. I want to give him this because I want it too—the desire to feel him come, to watch the ecstasy on his face I’m responsible for. I moan when he shifts his legs, and his thigh caresses my breast, making the nipple pucker.

My scalp burns as his hands fist in my hair. "Oh fuck," he groans, pistoning his hips. "That's it, baby. Don't stop. Urgh... Fuck. Please, baby, don't you dare stop."

Moaning harder, I take the hard thrusts, aware he’s nearing climax. I watch as his jaw tenses and his brows draw together. He looks harsh and wild, his hair loose at his shoulders, a few strands caught in the stubble along his jaw. His irises are fully gold now, the dark pupils striking against the glow.

God, he’s beautiful. And more importantly, he’s mine. His words echo through me as a hot flow of come spills into my mouth.

I'm all yours.

He throws his head back with a muffled "fuck" and thrusts the head of his cock into my throat. I swallow each jet of hot, salty fluid, drinking him down, mesmerized by the way his body shakes and his muscles ripple.

When the last wave passes, his fingers loosen in my hair and he lowers his head. "I'm the luckiest fucking bastard in the world," he breathes, chest heaving. "It's my turn."

I yelp when he yanks me up and tosses me over his shoulder. His hand drifts up my thigh, hovers between my legs for a moment, and stops on the curve of my ass. My hair sweeps over my face, making it hard to see. I make out random patches of the floor as he carries me up the stairs to the loft.

When he tosses me on the bed, the first thing I notice is the rays of the moon. The curtains are pulled back, allowing the beams to shine through. They seem to warm my skin, blanketing me in a glow of radiant white. Ronan starts removing his clothing, studying me, his eyes luminous in the darkness of the room. When he finally gets to his pants and strips them away, I see his cock is hard and stiff, reaching toward his belly button.

He follows my gaze, bringing his hand to his straining erection. He strokes from the base to the tip, stopping when his fingers surround the head.

"You want this, don't you?"

I shouldn't be turned on by his smug grin, but I am. "Yes."

"Don't worry. I'm going to give it to you." He lets go of his shaft, a devious gleam in his eyes. "Right now, I want you to lay back, close your eyes, and spread those pretty legs for me."

Warmth erupts in my cheeks, but I plop back on the freshly changed linens, aware of the clothing still on me. My bra feels abrasive, and my panties are uncomfortable. I squirm as he tugs off my shoes and socks, biting my lip when he finally gets to work on my jeans. He yanks them down my legs, taking my panties along for the ride. Restless, I bring my hands to my sweater and heave it and my camisole over my head.

"Impatient, are we?" Ronan chuckles. "Ditch the bra, baby. I want to watch you play with your nipples while I go down on you."

Oh, God.

My fingers tremble as I pull the garment away from my torso. Brisk winter air cascades over my skin, cooling the flush that sweeps over me. I like it.

Ronan climbs onto the mattress, coming closer, and slides his hands under my ass. I make room for him, parting my thighs, shaking in anticipation. He rubs his cheek along one thigh, then the other. A tremor shoots down my spine when his heated breath makes contact with the wet folds of my sex. I claw at the comforter and arch my back, bringing his mouth and my pussy together.

A low growl penetrates my ears, but I can’t focus on that. All I can think about is the delicious, wet tongue that parts my slit in a firm, decisive lap. My wolf makes her presence known then, clamoring for a place in line. Instead of denying her, I let a portion of her slither beneath my skin. Sensations amplify, the moon becoming far more potent to my senses. It's like an entity, its call a hum that buzzes in my head.

"Touch those rosy peeks for me, sweet Lyra."

Bringing my hands up, I flick my nipples with my fingers, mewling at how good it feels. The pleasure intensifies when he slides two fingers inside me, moving them in and out, finding that sweet spot within. I jerk when he strokes my sweet spot, waiting for him to do it again.

"That's right," Ronan whispers. "Accept who you are. Embrace it. The two of us were made for each other. See how good it can be?"

Before I can respond, his lips surround my clit. One well-placed flick of his tongue combined with the hard press of his fingers—and I shatter.