All Chapters of MARKED BY MOONLIGHT : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~ LYRA ~I sit in the back of Deputy Holloway’s car and stare out the window as we speed toward Moonmark Ink. I was able to read his name on the badge sitting on his dashboard the moment I climbed into his car. In truth, I still can’t believe how lucky Elias and I were to have been rescued. Human law enforcement only works in the daylight these days. Their power is limited because the thin veil between order and chaos falls once night comes. I wasn’t born before the world discovered that vampires, witches, warlocks, werewolves, and God knows what else were real, but I’ve heard the stories. The kind that rewrite history. The kind that make you wonder what kind of world we’ve really been living in all along.Governments changed decades ago when they realized they couldn’t fight what they didn’t understand. So they adapted. Made a pact. The day belonged to humans. The night—or at least certain nights—belonged to the supernatural.It was a smart deal from where I’m sitting. If you can’t

~ RONAN ~ My mind is still on the issue of Lyra’s heritage when her scent hits me like a rock again, jerking my rock-hard dick and my head back to her. Shit. I'm not properly prepared for this, and that’s because I haven’t been able to see her face until now. That’s the way it works with dream-pairing. The big reveal doesn’t happen until the couple comes face-to-face. It’s nature’s way of promoting a bond that defies all things superficial. It’s a way of bonding a couple together on a deeper mental level. My mate is more beautiful than I pictured and as distracting as ever. Even though she’s slightly younger than I imagined, in her early twenties, she’s more than I ever hoped for. Her hair is thick, curly, and honey brown, the color striking with her shiny blue irises. I picture her on my bed, those curls spread out on my pillows, her beautiful mismatched eyes glazed over as she watches me go down on her. She’ll moan as I feast on her, taking my time, licking her up like candy.

~ LYRA ~ As I stand in Ronan's doorway, taking in his home, memories of that night filter through me as I involuntarily recall how I’d sucked and licked Ronan, wanting more of his taste in my mouth and anxious to feel him surrender to his desire for me. He hadn’t given me enough reaction—not nearly enough. He’d groaned in pleasure but stayed still, as if trying to allow me to take my time and explore. And just before the dream had ended, he’d whispered that he’d return the favour. Even now, the thought of it has me aching all over again. I’d woken up writhing, damp with sweat and need, so close to release I could almost taste it. His teeth had been at my skin when my eyes snapped open. And that was the last dream I’d had of him. Ever since, I’ve gone to bed each night, hoping for a repeat. Instead, I wake up horny and frustrated. Now he’s here—walking, breathing, and very much real. I jerk out of my fantasy as Ronan sweeps past me into his home. I can’t help but admire his form

~ LYRA ~In truth, curiosity is the reason I’m in this situation, because from that night forward, Ronan chased me night after night in my dreams—a sexual game of cat and mouse that he did so beautifully that I ended up wanting to be caught. When he finally caught me on the dance floor of the club I’d fled, I’d been a willing victim. I remember dancing in his arms, the rhythm of the music guiding our bodies. There'd been no fear. It was as if I’d finally found someone who understood me. A man whose arms felt like home. I began to crave sleep just to be close to him, to feel his body pressed against mine."It was real, Lyra," Ronan says, the words rumbling from his chest and dragging me back to reality. "All of it was real."All of it. The words echo in my ears.The first few dreams were somewhat tame, transpiring in places I refused to get down and dirty, but during the last one, we’d been alone in a bedroom. For the first time, we’d removed our c

~ 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 kn