“I want this,” I tell him as I throw my head back, trying not to moan in pleasure as he rubs himself through my arousal and puts pressure over my clit. “I want you so badly,” I murmur softly, begging for him, and I feel him smile against my lips once more.
“Be careful what you wish for,” he purrs.
“Right now, all I wish for is you.” His eyes never drift from mine. His thumb caresses my clit gently, and with his other hand, he grips his length. I lift my hips slightly, his cock gliding between my slick lips again.
His eyes roll with pure bliss before uttering a sentence that makes the world tilt on its axis. “Good because I’m not holding back.” Without warning, he plunges inside of me with one powerful thrust. A deep guttural moan leaves me at the force of it. I arch my back against him, feeling him drop closer toward me.
The moonlight reflects off his eyes, illuminating them like glimmering pieces of dark gold suspended in the night sky above us. My fingernails dig into his skin while he flattens his body against mine, allowing me to feel him every step of the way . . . in and out, screwing me mercilessly, and growling into my ear. I can’t help but moan with every thrust that threatens to send me over the edge. I’m spiraling out of control, and hearing his moans only fuels me further.
I raise my hips, matching him. I need more. Lyon’s arms wrap around my body before he sits back up, gripping my hips like a vice and picking me up to where I’m straddling his waist. I lean my head back slightly and stare into his eyes, watching them lighten from dark gold to green as we continue moving together ever so slowly, losing ourselves in the other.
He grasps one breast while sucking the other into his mouth. The pain of my nipple being sucked sends shivers down my spine, while the pleasure of it travels through every inch of me until settling between my legs. Lyon thrusts harder, and I can’t help but cry out his name over and over as he squeezes my waist, telling me to hold on tight.
Releasing my breast, he uses both hands to guide himself inside of me. His lips turn into a smirk before closing in and claiming my mouth. The kiss is fierce at first, but it turns soft and sweet under the moon’s light. I push against him, feeling him all around me as I moan deep in my throat.
More . . . I want more . . .
He slams even deeper inside me, and the full feeling of his massive cock stretching my pussy pushes me over the edge. “Ahhh,” I scream out when Lyon leans into me and bites down on my shoulder—nipping me hard but not marking me—causing wave after wave of delicious pleasure to course through my veins until I can’t take it anymore.
I come hard, pinching every muscle within until blue fireworks explode inside my head. Every nerve ending is tingling under his touch, and my gums ache as my canines slip free. My fingers tangle in his hair, yanking his head to the side.
My teeth pierce deeply into his neck as the world around me explodes. Everything turns white as I feel his emotions rush into me and my orgasm rips through me. Breathless, I pull my teeth from his neck, resting my head against his shoulder.
“Stay with me,” Lyon whispers, his movements slowing, letting me ride out the aftershocks.
“Always . . . Mark me,” I whisper, and he stills inside me. He turns his head looking down at me.
“You can’t take it back once I do,” he says, his voice cracking. “What if you change your mind, what if you haven’t truly forgiven my sins?” he whispers, and my eyes flutter open to peer up at him. He looks genuinely worried that he hasn’t done enough.
“You’re no longer cursed with your sins, Lyon. You’re blessed with the curse of my virtues,” I tell him before kissing his shoulder. His cock twitches inside me, and he groans when I turn my head, offering him my neck. His teeth graze my skin as he pulls me so tight against him that it’s like he is scared I will evaporate if he loosens his grip.
The next second, searing pain explodes across my neck and shoulder before pleasure so deep, it steals my vision and my breath. At the same time, I feel the bond awaken. He groans, finding his release. My vision darkens, and I try to blink away the odd aftereffects. “Lyon?” I murmur, feeling myself fading.
“You’re okay. I can feel you’re fine, but me marking you is draining parts of you to connect with me.” I try to nod, but my body feels foreign, tingly, numb. “Sleep, love,” Lyon whispers, and I feel him stand. His hands slip under my ass as he pulls out of me. “Rest, Zirah. I guarantee my brothers felt that, and Zeke will be demanding you tomorrow.” With those last words, my surroundings fade into total darkness.
Chapter Twenty
I jolt awake to Zeke’s familiar drawl echoing through the room, “Morning, lovebirds!” The sight of him standing at the foot of the bed, a sly smirk playing on his lips, takes me by surprise. He’s balancing a breakfast tray in one hand, and the aroma of bacon wafts through the air, making my stomach grumble.
He sets the tray on the bed between Lyon and me, and Lyon sits up. I scan the slices of buttered bread, glossy strawberries, piping hot eggs, and crisp bacon.
“Where did you find bacon, Zeke? You didn’t kill Glady’s pigs again, did you?” Lyon’s voice is rough, irritation seeping into his words.
Zeke merely shrugs, a nonchalant grin plastered on his face. “Of course not. I picked it up on the way here. Dropped some down at the markets too.”
He moves on to play with his wolf, Hunter. The large animal jumps on him, his tail wagging wildly. I can’t help but chuckle at their playful exchange.
“You’re here early,” Lyon says, breaking the silence. His words catch my attention. He’s right. It’s not even dawn, and Zeke has been here long enough to cook breakfast.
“Well, I wanted to pick her up early. It’s a bit of a drive,” Zeke explains, a mischievous glint in his eyes. My heart clenches at his words. It’s time to leave Lyon. It was supposed to be a week but, with him already marked, it’s time to move on, especially with time not being on our side. The thought fills me with a strange sense of sadness, one that I quickly shake off. Before I can voice my thoughts, Zeke’s gaze wanders over to me. His eyes linger a little too long before he says, “It’s a bit nipply today.” My brows furrow when his eyes drop lower.
It takes a moment for his words to register. Looking down, I realize my breasts are exposed. I quickly pull the sheet up, my embarrassment coloring my cheeks.
“I’ve already seen them, in fact, I’ve had them in my mouth. A bit late for modesty, love,” Zeke taunts. His words send a fresh wave of embarrassment coursing through me. I glare at him, my cheeks aflame. Lyon moves the tray, so it sits across both of our laps.
“Ignore him, eat,” Lyon tells me.
As we eat, my mind races with unanswered questions. Zeke’s comment about a long drive and the need to hit the road gnaws at me. I can’t help but ask, “Did Regan not come with you?”
