Rogue Heart
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"I don't care." I'm on the verge of frustrated tears as I try to pull away from his unyielding grasp. "Please."
"Stop," he growls out with a fierce and commanding expression that instantly stills me. "You only have one first time, sugar, and I want it to be good for you." He reaches up to cup my cheek in his big calloused palm. His thumb slides over my bottom lip in a sinfully slow caress that makes a shiver travel down my body all the way to my toes. "Let me do this right."
I frown up at him, feeling like I'm burning up as lust roils through me, and I open my mouth to argue again.
His brow furrows. "Please, Lyric," he says in a rasping pained voice, like he's forcing out the words.
Something tells me Ronan rarely begs for anything, and that realization disarms me enough to stop fighting him on this and give in with a sigh. After all, I can grudgingly admit that he's right... probably.
I nod and whisper softly, "Okay."
"Good."
He turns away to pick up his trench coat from where I left it in a heap in the leaf litter nearby. He returns and spreads it out over the ground, then scoops me up before I can even ask him what he's doing. He lowers me onto my back on his coat, and drops down to hover over me. The sight and feel of him above me has me pressing my thighs together to ease the deepening ache between them.
His fiery cobalt eyes gaze admiringly down the length of my nude body before he lowers his head and kisses me again with more heat and intensity than the last. The musky scent of his arousal grows even stronger, and I know mine does too. I'm trembling and writhing underneath him, my pussy slick and throbbing more and more for him with each stroke of his tongue on mine. Then he pulls his lips from mine and begins blazing a trail of heat down my throat, teeth nipping and worrying my skin as he goes. All my apprehension and insecurities about sex are pretty much nonexistent right now. I'm nothing but an aching wanton animal. I want whatever he wants to give me. I need it.
He moves down between my breasts, his tongue laving my skin with open mouth kisses. He pauses and lifts his head to pin me with a heated gaze. "Has anyone ever kissed these pretty pink nipples, sugar?"
I shake my head. His answering smile is predatory as he turns his head toward my left nipple. His warm wet tongue darts out and flicks across my nipple, and I gasp as a shock of pleasure zings down to my sex.
"Whoa," I blurt out. I've never had that happen before.
He chuckles darkly and does it again, this time swirling his tongue around my pebbled bud, then flicking it several times in quick succession before he wraps his lips around it. He begins sucking hard and sudden electric pleasure streaks through all my nerve endings in a giddy rush.
"Holy shit!" I gasp out, my back arching as I press my breast closer to him and latch my fingers into his soft jet-black hair.
His pulls on my nipple are long and fervent, his tongue and teeth teasing and toying with me as he hums with pleasure, clearing enjoying himself. I feel adrift when he finally pulls his mouth away, and I whine in disappointment, but it's short-lived as he moves to the other side. He gives my right nipple the same thorough and enthusiastic treatment, and when he finishes, I'm a whimpering and quivering mess.
"Ronan," I say with a moan, wanting more, but he merely grins and trails kisses down my belly instead. He gives my bellybutton particular attention with his tongue for a few moments, making me writhe beneath him, before moving down to hover above my sex. He closes his eyes and breathes in deeply, taking in my scent and letting out a low appreciative hum before finally lifting his head to look at me again.
"Has anyone ever tasted this sweet pussy of yours, sugar?" he asks as his eyes burn with fierce and maddened lust.
"No...never," I say breathlessly. I want that. Holy shit, I want that. A full body tremor falls over me, and it has nothing to do with the cold.
"Good," he says with a growl, his eyes flaring an even brighter blue as his lips twist into a smug and very male grin. "Now spread your legs," he says. "I want to see you."
I don't question him or feel self-conscious in any way about it, and instantly obey. My knees fall apart almost of their own volition, exposing my most intimate of areas to Ronan's avid stare.
"So beautiful, sugar," he says, grinning as he continues admiring my pussy. He lowers his face and nuzzles his nose closer, brushing my clit with the barest touch that jolts through me. He breathes in deeply and murmurs, "So sweet," before he presses a gentle kiss to my core that has me holding my breath in anticipation. "Perfect," he whispers, his scruffy beard stubble rasping against my tender flesh. He licks a wet warm line right up the center of my sex that feels so good it has me instantly arching up off the ground with a startled gasp.
"Holy shit!" I call out. "More!" I add in a desperate cry as I writhe under him.
Ronan grabs my hips to still my undulations as his deep chuckle vibrates into my clit, making me gasp yet again. He licks one more glorious line that has me mewling in frustration, then finally gives me exactly what I want.
He kisses my pussy just like he did my mouth, all lips and teeth and tongue, and I come unglued as a riot of pleasure that isn't even an orgasm yet bursts to life between my legs. My hips buck beneath his ministrations, my fingers clasping and pulling at his hair as I hold him in place, fearing that he'll stop before I can reach release. His response is to place a big rough hand on my lower belly and hold me still as he continues eating me out with deep feral growls of obvious enjoyment. Oh my God, I didn't know it could feel like this, so vividly and agonizingly good. In a rising tide, sweet bliss fills me up and up and up as he works my body with an intense and focused skill, that is absolutely Ronan, until I can't stand it anymore.
"Please!" I'm nearly hysterically as the need to come turns almost painful. "Oh God, Ronan! Please!"
He snarls against my flesh in clear satisfaction, and slides his hand down to place his thumb against my swollen aching clit. Then in one fell swoop he thrusts his tongue into my opening and presses hard with his thumb. I instantaneously shatter apart and the first orgasm I've ever had at the hands of another crashes into me like a battering ram. I scream out my pleasure as I arch up off Ronan's coat, trembling and contorting as my release rolls through me in a violent torrent that steals my breath away.
When it finally ebbs, I'm a limp puddle of happy goo sprawled across the ground. I take a moment to catch my breath, then languidly manage to open my eyes. I look down to see Ronan watching me with a pleased expression, his cobalt eyes glowing brightly with lust. He slithers up my body and kisses me again, and I can taste my release on his lips and tongue. It's musky and unexpectedly sweet, and I like it...a lot. I'm quivering with need again by the time he lifts his mouth from mine and grins smugly down at me.
"Now you're ready for me, sugar," he says in a tight and lust roughened voice that makes things twist deliciously down low in my pelvis.
He pulls away to slip his boots and socks off before standing at my feet to unbuckle his belt with trembling hands as he continues holding my gaze. My breath catches as he reaches for the zipper of his jeans, and I eagerly look down to watch, giddy to see Ronan's cock.
He doesn't waste time, and hurriedly pulls the zipper down, baring his erection and the fact that he's going commando under his jeans. He shoves them off, then tosses them aside. He's thick and long and beautiful with a wide crown that's darkened with arousal, and to be honest, it's intimidating too, but it does nothing to dampen my desire.
He drops back down to hover over me and settles his hips between my thighs, letting his erection glide over my soaked core as he brackets my head with his forearms. Almost every inch of his gloriously naked body is touching mine, his warmth sinking into me, and it feels so fucking good. His pelvis thrusts against mine, and I gasp as the ridge on the underside of his dick rolls over my clit. His mouth moves over to my ear.
"Are you ready, sugar?" he asks in a rasping voice.
I nod my head frantically. "Please," I say with a whimper. "Oh God, please."
Holy shit, it's tight, so goddamn tight, and I grit my teeth and tense up.
"Relax, sugar," he murmurs. "Let me in."
I gasp for air and try to do as he says, succeeding enough that he can push in farther. I feel a sharp sting of pain, and I whimper and latch onto Ronan as I breathe through it. After a few moments, the pain finally fades and Ronan blessedly sinks slowly all the way inside and hits the end of me with a long groan of pleasure.
And then as if a light has been abruptly switched on, a sudden cascade of fiery animalistic lust and pleasure, that I know isn't mine, rolls through me in a heady rush. I know it's the mating bond falling into place between us, and that my life has been irrevocably changed forever in this moment. I smile and open my eyes to meet Ronan's, expecting to find the same look of sweet contentment on his face that I have. Instead, I find him wearing an expression of startled confusion as his eyes fly wide open in absolute shock.
13
RONAN
I groan as I reach the end of Lyric, then still with our hips touching to give her a moment to adjust to a cock being inside her for the first time. Good God, she feels incredible, and I relish the tight wet heat of her luscious body enveloping me in velvet softness. I lost my virginity a long time ago, and I've had sex a lot since then, but this right here, is hands down the best it's ever felt buried balls deep inside a woman. Fuck, I never want to leave her body...never. I'm determined to make this feel as good for her as it is for me, and to have her remember this night forever...remember me forever, even after we part ways. I ignore the sharp pang of loss that thought elicits and focus on the pleasure of this moment.
I'm just about to pull back so I can begin thrusting into her, when suddenly, a strange and alien amalgam of affection, contentment, and bright burning lust falls over me. It feels good, but I don't know what it is or where it came from since it's clearly not mine. I lift my head to meet Lyric's silver wolf's eyes.
"What the fuck?" I say between gasps for air as the contented smile I find on her face instantly melts away to be replaced with concern. "What the...what is that?" I ask as dread and panic start to bubble up inside me.
Is someone working magic on me...on Lyric? The very idea of anyone threatening her is unthinkable. I whip my head around looking for the threat, tensing to pull out of Lyric and defend her with everything I have. Lyric wraps her long legs around my waist to keep me close, and reaches up to cup my face between her warm hands and turns my head back toward hers. I meet her eyes and feel another wave of emotions hit me, and this time it's worry and concern. Again, neither are mine.
"Hey," she says. "It's okay. This is normal."
"What?" I ask.
"It's just me your feeling."
"What do you mean?"
"We're connected," she says. "Don't you feel it?"
I frown down at her, still not following her. Obviously, we're connected since my dick is inside her at the moment.
"Here, let me show you," she says, her expression softening as she pulls my face down to hers and presses her soft lips to mine.
I don't fight her. Her kisses are the sweetest I've ever had, and I'll take as many as I can get while I can. Her tongue slips into my mouth, and I groan, my hips unconsciously pulsing against hers. Lyric moans and sucks my lower lip between her teeth and worries at it as that foreign feeling of desire returns. It zings through me to coil in and around the flames of my own arousal, feeding and stoking them until I can't tell where mine ends and the other begins. My hips thrust mindlessly against her again.
"Ronan," she says, moaning into my mouth as that unfamiliar desire surges through me yet again. And that's when I realize exactly what she meant when she said we were connected. That desire I feel that's not my own, it's Lyric's, and I gasp at the revelation and pull my mouth from hers to stare down at her in stunned wonderment.
"See?" she asks with a radiant smile. "You can feel my emotions, and I can feel yours." She smirks wickedly as her eyes sparkle a brilliant silver. "And you really like it when I bite your lip."
She nips at my mouth with a sexy growl, and I groan as another swell of lust has me brutishly rutting against her again. Shit, I know I should be asking more questions about what's happening between us, but at the moment I don't fucking care. Our mutual desire rises even higher and coalesces into an unstoppable force that I can't think past or resist anymore, and I happily give in to it.
I bury my hands in her thick soft hair, tilt her head the way I want it, and kiss the hell out of her. I roll my hips, grinding my dick into her and mimicking each thrust with the deep strokes of my tongue. I feel her pleasure as I drive her to the razor's edge of an orgasm and then her frustration as I hold her there, teasing and taunting with determined skill. When she's writhing and begging and cursing beneath me, I snatch up her flailing hands and press them down above her head with our fingers twined together. I tilt my hips and find her G-spot with my cock, then drill into it over and over again as I feed on her sweet mouth with deep feral growls of possession.
Her body tenses as I feel her pleasure reach its crescendo, and then she finally tips over the edge into an orgasm. I pull back from kissing her, so I can watch her face contort with pleasure as she sucks in a gasp of air and comes apart beneath me. A blast of raw ecstasy hits me hard as Lyric lets out a wail and her pussy clamps down to pulse spasmodically around my dick. Her release floods my body in wave after wave of euphoric bliss, and it's all I can do to keep from coming myself as I cry out with her.
When she finally comes back down, she looks delirious and half drunk, and I feel her languid contentment ooze through me and meld with mine.
"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit," she says breathlessly as she goes limp beneath me.
Holy shit is right. I've never felt or experienced anything like this. Good God, this woman is fucking perfect. A warm wave of affection for her falls over me as I stare at her beautifully flushed cheeks and gorgeous sex-drunk eyes.
"You're so beautiful." I give her a soft smile, and I feel her affection for me flow into me through our connection. It's wondrous and amazing, and terrifying as fuck.
Fear suddenly supersedes everything else I'm feeling and her eyebrows abruptly furrow, and her eyes cloud over with worry. I realize it's because she can feel my fear, so I tamp it down hard and shove it so deep inside my psyche that I can't feel it anymore. Luckily, I've had a lot of practice compartmentalizing my emotions like this and hiding them from the world and even from myself. I learned at a young age that they're a weakness and a distraction I can't afford. Her expression turns confused and I hurriedly act to keep her from questioning what just happened.
"Especially when you come," I say with a heated smile, and a swirl of my hips that make her moan and wipe the bewilderment from her face. "I want to see it again." I abruptly roll to the side and take her with me until she's on top and astride me with my cock still buried deep inside her. "Ride me," I say gruffly.
She sits up and looks down at me with an uncertainty I can feel, so I grab her hips and pump her pelvis forward and back, showing her what I want from her. She gasps in sudden pleasure with her eyes briefly rolling into her head.
"Just like that, sugar," I say in growling voice. "Ride me hard."
She grins as she plants her palms on my chest, then goes to town on me, her hips thrusting and gyrating as she takes me deeply into her body over and over again. I feel everything she does along with my own pleasure, and it feels so good as sweet blissful fire bathes me inside and out. Goddamn, I'm not going to last long.
"Lyric," I say with a moan, barely capable of any thoughts beyond what this awe-inspiring woman is doing to me. Apparently, I should have been having sex with my own kind all along, if this is how it feels. Although something tells me that no other w
oman could ever compare to Lyric, trueborn or otherwise.
"Ronan," she says softly, her pleasure growing higher and higher as she approaches another release. "Oh fuck, Ronan...I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." I pull my hand from one of her hips and reach between her legs as she speaks to firmly press my thumb against her swollen little clit. "I'm gonna-" Her frantic words abruptly cut off and morph into a glorious cry as she throws her head back and detonates above me.
Her massive orgasm sweeps through me like a tidal wave and drags me right along with her to meld into pure fucking rapture. I close my eyes and press my hips up to meet hers as wild and unbridled pleasure streaks up my spine and jolts through my entire body. My cock jerks and jumps inside Lyric as my seed pulses into her perfect body again and again as her pussy spasms around me. Somehow in the midst of it our hands end up joined. Our fingers clasp tightly together as we ride out our shared release, each of us raggedly crying out the others name until we both fall limp, and I'm cradling her against my chest.
I feel wrecked, destroyed, torn apart in the most glorious way possible as I bask in the warm and sated contentment flowing between us. I hold her close with her head over my heart as we recover, our cooling sweat-slicked skin and panting breaths sending up plumes of steam into the chilly night air. It takes several long moments for me to be able to speak again.
"How is this even possible?" I ask with a shake of my head as I nuzzle into her soft hair. I smell honeysuckle and woman and sex.
"I don't know," she murmurs as she shrugs in my arms. "That's just how it is between two of our kind," she says matter-of-factly as she snuggles in closer to me.
I have to take her word for it since I don't have a clue. I've never really lived in a pack, and I've purposefully had little to no contact with other trueborns over the years, so my familiarity with my own kind is limited. I know my lone existence has probably cost me a lot of basic knowledge that most werewolves take for granted. I didn't even come into my wolf until a few days before my parents died, and I lost everything before my father had a chance to teach me much about my heritage. I do know that living as a rogue wolf isn't ideal or how most trueborn choose to live, but somehow I've made my solitary life work despite the odds against me. I prefer being alone since getting close to anyone only leads to more pain and anguish. I refuse to suffer through any of that ever again, thank you very much.