Lyra’s POV:Maya’s words landed on me like a spark on dry grass. “Then get ready to be eaten, my love-wolf.”I was still lying on my back on the bed, legs hanging off the edge, heart hammering so hard it made the bruise on my chest throb in time with it. But the pain felt distant now, pushed aside by the way she was looking at me. Her eyes were dark, soft, full of something that made my stomach flip and my skin heat all at once. She was still standing between my knees, shorter than me but somehow towering in this moment, her hands resting lightly on my thighs.I swallowed. “I’ve been ready since the first time you looked at me like this.”She smiled, slow and wicked and so full of love it hurt worse than the golf ball ever could. Then she climbed onto the bed, careful not to jostle me, and crawled up my body until she was straddling my hips. Her weight settled on me gently, warm and perfect, and I let out a shaky breath.“Does it still hurt?” she whispered, leaning down so her lips br
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