Chapter 33 — Ten Times More Complicated

• ~ 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.