LOGINWREN’S POVHe looked at me like I'd just hung the stars in the sky, his gold eyes soft and hazy in the aftermath. My lips were swollen, my chin sticky with a mix of whipped cream and his cum. I felt like I could command army of warriors with just a look. My pussy clenched, an empty ache pulsing deep inside me, a demand for more. I needed him inside me, not just his taste in my mouth but his cock filling me, stretching me, claiming every inch of me.I rose slowly from my knees, my muscles protesting in the most delicious way. I straddled his lap on the couch, the torn fabric of the cat suit scratching against my thighs. His hands immediately came to rest on my hips. He was still breathing hard, his chest rising and falling beneath my palms."Ronan" I whispered, my voice husky. I didn't need to say more. He knew what I was asking for. His eyes darkened, the soft look replaced by something hungrier. “Are you sure, kitten?" He asked, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my enti
WREN’S POVMy body felt boneless liquid like I'd been melted down and reshaped into something new. Every muscle ached in the best way, every nerve ending still tingling with the aftermath of what he'd done to me. I pushed myself up slowly, my limbs trembling with effort. Ronan was watching me, his gold eyes dark with satisfaction and something that looked suspiciously like worship. He thought he was in charge and thought he was the one calling the shots. He had no idea.I crawled toward him on my knees, the movement sensual. His eyes tracked my every movement, his breath catching slightly as I got closer. I pushed him backward, his body yielding easily to mine until he was sprawled against the couch cushions looking up at me with surprise and arousal.“Our turn” Ashley whispered in my mind. “Time to show him what we can do.”I think she is part of the reason why my pride doesn’t feel bruised with all the rejections we’ve felt. My fingers found the button of his trousers releasing it
RONAN’S POVI watch, mesmerized as her auburn hair fell around her shoulders like a curtain of fire contrasting with the pale skin of her chest. Those soft brown eyes watched me with complete trust even as her body trembled with need. The cat's ears tilted slightly as she tilted her head waiting for me to continue. I could see the goosebumps rising on her arms from the cool air in the room or from anticipation I wasn't sure which.This might be the last time. The thought came raw and painful. Last time I'd have her like this so willing so completely mine. Last time I'd see her wearing those ridiculous ears that somehow made her even more beautiful. Last time I'd hear those soft purring sounds she made when I touched her just right.“Stop it She's ours now. That's all that matters.” Fox snarled in my head. I pushed the thought away, focusing instead on the woman in front of me. My woman for however long I had her.I lowered my head again, my mouth finding the damp spot on her stomac
RONAN'"S POVMy hands came up to frame her hips, my thumbs stroking the soft skin there. I leaned in, pressing a kiss to her navel, feeling her muscles tighten beneath my lips. I looked up at her as I flattened my tongue against her skin, licking a broad stripe from her navel to the edge of her pubic hair.Her hands flew to my head, her fingers tangling in my hair. I could feel her trying to guide me trying to push me lower but I resisted. I wasn't done playing yet.I returned to her navel this time sucking hard on the sensitive skin there. She cried out her hips bucking against my face. I kept sucking knowing I was leaving another mark, another brand of possession. Her legs started to tremble and I could hear her breathing getting ragged."Ronan please" she gasped, her voice barely recognizable.I pulled back slightly looking up at her. Her eyes were glazed with lust and her lips parted. I could see she was close to breaking close to forgetting her role and begging me properly.I spa
RONAN’S POVI couldn't stop looking at her standing there in my kitchen with those ridiculous cat ears perched in her hair wearing that black suit that hugged every curve like it had been painted on her skin. The tattoo at the back of her ear was still making my chest feel tight like something had lodged there permanently. She'd gotten it weeks ago when I was still telling myself this was temporary when I was still trying to keep some distance between us."Okay" I said again because I needed to say it again needed to see the way her eyes darkened when I used that word.She made a sound in her throat that was close to a purr and took a step closer. My hands were already moving before I'd consciously decided to touch her sliding around her waist pulling her against me. Her body fit against mine like it had been designed specifically for this purpose like all the space between our bodies was just wasted time."You've been planning this" I murmured against her hair, my fingers tracing t
WREN’S POVThe tattoo had been Camille’s fault. Well. Camille’s fault and three glasses of something tropical and the reckless energy of a girl who was falling in love with a man she couldn’t keep. I needed to do something with all of that feeling before it swallowed me whole.Camille had dragged me downtown and they’d wandered past a small parlor with art in the window that was genuinely beautiful. It hadn’t hurt as much as I expected, the needle at the back of my ear while I sat with my hair piled up and Camille alternating between covering her eyes and watching with fascinated horror. Forty minutes and it was done. Small and perfect and hidden unless my hair was up.I told herself it was just a whim. Asouvenir from an island I’ll never forget. I was lying to myself completely. It was for him. Because of a night early in our stay when I was sitting cross-legged on the bed reading and he’d come up behind me and move my hair and pressed his mouth to the back of my ear and said very
WREN. His breath was hot against my skin and the weight of his presence sank into me like gravity. His shift back to human form had left him naked but Ronan had never needed clothes to make him intimidating. There was something about the way he loomed, always taking up space (my space) that had m
WREN. The sun was high when I decided to leave the cabin. The air was warm and sticky and for once I wanted nothing more than to feel the sea against my skin. I told Ronan I was going for a swim nothing more than that. He didn’t argue and he just gave me one of those long looks that always makes m
WREN’S POV The wind tore through my hair as Ronan ran with his massive form weaving effortlessly through the thick trees, his muscles coiling and stretching beneath me. I clung to him more while gripping his fur tightly with my pulse racing and pulsibv in my ear with something I couldn’t name w
WREN’S POV Sleep refused to come. I had spent hours staring at the ceiling, tangled in sheets that still smelled like Ronan my body thrumming with the memory of his hands, his mouth, the way he had taken me in that elevator like he owned me. Like he had every right to claim me. But my thoughts







