“This is what life should be like,” I say softly, breaking the comfortable silence between us as I turn my head to look at him.
“It’s what life is like here,” Lyon replies, his voice low and soothing. “And you’re part of it now . . . If you choose to be,” he whispers.
Chapter Eighteen
I ponder his words, and I realize how wrong I was about Lyon. Behind the hard facade he puts forth in front of his brothers, he is selfless, good. Far beyond what I imagined. It makes me wonder what I’ll find at Zeke’s or Regan’s kingdoms.
Who is truly worthy of forgiveness, or are they all?
“So, what’s the verdict?” Lyon asks, turning his head to look at me.
My lips tug in the corners. “I don’t know . . . I think a life of condemnation sounds fair. What do you think?” I ask him.
“Really?” he questions, sitting up on one elbow and raising an eyebrow at me.
“Yeah, I’ve had a terrible time here.” I breathe out, shaking my head. I glance at the night sky, yet I can’t help the smile that tugs the corners of my lips. “I guess you’ll be condemned to eternity with me,” I tell him.
His face lights up with the most beautiful smile. “Eternity with you sounds like the best kind of punishment,” he murmurs, leaning over me and pressing his lips against mine.
My heart flutters at the contact. His kiss is different from his brother’s—gentle yet passionate. He explores my mouth hungrily with little moaning noises that escape him as he deepens our kiss.
The smell of campfire mingles with his masculine scent, filling my senses. As I tangle my fingers through Lyon’s hair, he kisses down my neck, leaving a heated trail across every inch of exposed skin. When his mouth finally travels back up to meet mine again, my hands go to his shirt, fumbling with the buttons. He smiles against my lips at my eagerness to touch him.
Lyon pulls away from me for a moment, his lips hovering over mine. “Zirah,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “I want you.”
The words send shivers down my spine, and I nod eagerly, still fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. With one swift motion, Lyon pulls the shirt over his head and kisses me again, his body pressing against mine. His skin is warm and smooth under my fingertips as I run my hands across his chest and down his back.
Lyon’s hands explore my body, igniting a wildfire within me. Every inch of my skin burns under his touch, and I moan softly as he presses his body closer to mine. His hands trace every curve and dip of my body until I can barely stand it anymore. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer as I lose myself in the heat of our passion.
Without breaking our kiss, Lyon fumbles with the buttons on my blouse until it falls open, exposing my bare chest to the cool night air. His mouth descends upon one breast while his hand caresses and teases the other.
His eyes burn with raw desire as he strips away the rest of my clothing. An invisible fire scorches my flesh beneath his touch, igniting such an intense feeling. I’m consumed by the need to be completely fulfilled by this man.
Lyon’s fingers expertly work their way across every inch of exposed skin, leaving nothing untouched or unexplored until finally finding their way between my parted thighs. He’s gentle as he slides one finger into my heated center, slowly adding a second, then a third.
The sensation of his lips against my skin sends a bolt of pleasure radiating through me, and I can’t help but moan in response. He moves lower, slowly exploring each inch of my body with his mouth as he goes. His lips travel down the curve of my stomach and continue further until he finally settles between my legs.
His tongue parts my inner folds before he sucks on my clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through me. My fingernails dig into Lyon’s shoulders in an attempt to ground myself, but it feels like heaven, and I can’t help the moans slipping from my lips.
Pure bliss crashes throughout every cell in my body until I can handle no more. Gripping his hair, I tug him back up to me, and his lips crash down hungrily against mine, forcing me to taste myself.
I rock my hips, feeling the hardness of him pressing against my core. My fingers grip the waistband of his pants, forcing them down an inch. “Remove them.” My intention was to sound commanding, but it comes out more like a desperate whine. I am two seconds away from setting them on fire when he smiles against my lips.
“I see my brother has made you into quite the little seductress witch,” he growls, nipping at my lips.
“Then you should know better than to deny me,” I purr back at him.
He leans in closer, his lips nearly brushing my ear. “The pleasure of denial, my love, is the sweetest part of temptation,” he whispers before sitting up on his knees and undoing the clasp of his pants, pushing them down his hips.
A laugh escapes me. “Are you so certain you can handle what you’re asking for?” I ask him when he fists his hard cock. My eyes roam over him hungrily, and I can’t help the smile that spreads over my lips as I stare at the huge cock standing at attention between Lyon’s legs.
“Are you?” he asks, his eyes flickering oddly under the moon, his lycan side coming forward, and I tilt my head to the side. “I’ve barely touched a woman in years out of fear of breaking or killing them. I don’t hold such fears with you,” he purrs while gripping my hips and dragging me closer. My legs part as he settles between them, and then his lips are against mine just as a finger slides inside of me.
We continue to kiss as Lyon adds another finger, stretching me open to take all of him. The pressure between my legs builds until I’m grinding against his hand for more when he grips his cock in one hand.
“Tell me you want this. Tell me that you want to be with me,” he says, planting small kisses across my jawline.
Chapter Nineteen
