All Chapters of MARKED BY MOONLIGHT : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

~ RONAN ~ I hold on to Lyra as she stares up at me, her lips trembling. "I can't believe it's there. Within m-me," she stammers and starts to reel, visibly in shock. "I've always known it was, but somehow I kept telling myself it was nothing. Before, I couldn't remember some things after they happened. Everything was blurry or blacked out. But now I do. It’s like I'm seeing another person's memories." You know what? Strike what I said before. When I see Magnus, I'm breaking his entire fucking body. "You and your wolf are connected now," I say as I glide my knuckles across her cheek. "There won't be any more back and forth between you two. You're two parts of one whole." "But it doesn't seem possible. I feel so different." "Nothing's changed." Brushing my thumb across her lips, I murmur, "You're in control. Things will be different, but you will still be you. You'll see." "I can't believe I wanted to hurt Silas." She dips her head and buries her face in my neck. "I don't want to

~ LYRA ~ My cry of pleasure is a mixture of a snarl and a scream, ripping from my throat with so much force it drowns out the sound of Ronan's tongue lapping at my pussy. The tips of my fingers burn, my gums tingle, and the wolf howls in my head. Still, the glorious grip of climax doesn't let go—wave after wave of fire rushes from my clit, cascading through my abdomen and limbs. Ronan’s tongue gentles as the last shudders pass, sliding over my labia in a light caress before pulling his fingers from my slick depths. I reach for Ronan as he moves up my body, raking my fingers over his muscular shoulders. He takes his time, peppering kisses along my navel, nipples, and collarbone. Placing his hands on either side of my body, he lifts his weight from me. I almost bring up birth control, anxious about what might happen if he’s wrong about his uncanny senses, but I decide against it. He asked for my trust—and I’m going to give it to him. His cock presses against the mouth of my sex, a

~ RONAN ~ I know the pack and I are Lyra's first line of defence. If I expect them to protect her with their lives, they need to know where to find her. Whipping around, I come chest-to-chest with my female. She looks delectable this morning, all soft, sweet, and mine. I woke her through the night to take her again and again, needing the closeness even though I knew that come the following night, we’ll finally be able to cement our union under the full moon. She wasn’t shy or tentative, and I could not have been more elated when she met my desire with a passion of her own, further proving that she was truly made for me. "What did he want?" she asks, her lips still slightly swollen from my kisses. I don’t want to lie, but I can’t be entirely honest either. "Pack business. He’ll meet us later tonight." When I take a step forward, she moves aside and opens the door for me to re-enter the cabin. I breeze past the threshold, aware of the lingering scent of sex still wafting throu

~ RONAN ~ I run a finger along the surface of the water, engrossed in the woman who reclines in the tub—my mate. Lyra’s eyes are closed, her lips parted in a blissful sigh, and a sated smile rests on her face. Despite my promise to take her into the bedroom after breakfast, I introduced her to my shower instead. I took her against the wall, thrusting into her hard and fast, driven by her soft cries and whimpers. If she had any complaints, she didn’t voice them—she clawed at my back as she came, urging me toward my own release. Afterwards, I drew a bath, wanting her to relax and unwind. Now, I just study her. Enjoying this shared, quiet moment. Her lids crack open, revealing a flash of blue-green irises. When she sees me staring, she grins. “What are you thinking about?” “You,” I answer truthfully, bringing my fingers to her knee. She laughs, the sound alluring and husky. “Is this where you give me a cheesy line about how I must be tired because I’ve been running through you

~ LYRA ~ Warm breath caresses the back of my ear, and I immediately know who it belongs to. My man. The very man I intend to mark as my own. "Soon, honey," Ronan whispers as he releases my leg and covers my hand with his, edging close so only I can hear. "We'll be alone, and your wolf can come out to play. Until then..." A powerful surge of energy travels up the back of my ears, and I suddenly realize Ronan isn't the only one speaking to me—his wolf is, too. I feel his beast brush against mine, compelling my feral half to heed his warning. "You listen to me and only me, Lyra. Never forget that," he growls, and the wolf within me settles, going astonishingly quiet. His power is shocking, delving into my soul and taking control. I've never experienced anything like it. The link between us is undeniable. Maybe I should be angry at his domination, but his authority gives me peace, calming me in a way I desperately need. "Lyra?" Silas inquires, turning his head to look at me. When our