Bound By Moonlight to My Mates (by Sofange Daye) novel Chapter 52

Chapter 52

The cabin walls creak as the wind pushes through the cracked boards. We’re both breathing hard, inches apart as Ronan hovers over my body and my last words still hanging in the air.

Ronan’s eyes have gone almost completely black. His wolf is right there under his skin. His muscles tremble with the effort to keep him at bay. My heart slams painfully in my chest as I wait for him to make a move.

“You shouldn’t look at me like that,” he

rasps.

“Then don’t touch me like that,” I whisper back.

He moves first. His mouth crashes onto mine again, just as hot and desperate as before. My hands slide up his chest, my nails catching on the battle scars there. He groans low, the sound vibrating through me, and he presses me harder into the mattress. His hands grip my hips as though he’s trying to hold himself together.

“This isn’t…” he starts, but the words break into a growl when I wrap my arms around his neck.

“Yes, it is.” My voice is shaking. “Stop talking.”

He leans back, lacing his thumbs in the waistband of my leggings, he tugs them off, and tosses them onto the floor. I wait for him to settle back between my thighs, but he doesn’t. Instead, he slips to the floor, dragging me to the edge of the cot.

“What are you…” I whisper, but I am cut off when his tongue traces a trail from my knee to my hip.

My eyes widen, and I try to squirm away from him, but his grip on me is punishing. Running his nose along the inside of my thigh, a growl rumbles in his chest. “I am going to take

my time.”

Before I can protest, and tell him we don’t have time, his tongue darts out, licking the bundle of nerves at my apex. My hips jerk off the cot, and I can feel him smirk against my skin.

His tongue and lips move expertly against my core, dragging me to the edge before backing off again. I writhe with pleasure, whimper his name. He drags a finger along my slit before pressing it inside. I gasp at the intrusion, but he doesn’t stop. A simple curl of his finger and his tongue against my clit sends me spiraling. Pleasure wraps around me, heating the air in the cabin, and just when I think it is over, another wave crashes down onto me.

He pulls away, wiping a hand down his chin, smirking at me with pride. His grin falters for a moment as he climbs back onto the cot. “You can still say

no.”

“Shut up,” I mutter.

He chuckles but doesn’t settle himself between my legs. He takes off his jeans and pulls me onto his lap. I hover above him, unsure of what to do. The bond between us surges so violently that it is like a living thing. His hands slide up my sides, cupping my breasts. He takes one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around my nipple before gently biting down.

I squirm, the tip of his cock playing at my entrance. But he is letting me be in charge of this moment. Slowly, I lower myself onto him, and his fingers curl into my hips. He takes my other nipple into his mouth, rougher this time, bringing a little bit of blood with his bite.

I hiss at the pain, but it only fuels me to go further. Rocking my hips back and forth, I take from him what I need. The pleasure builds in my core again, and I throw my head back. Screaming his name.

His mouth reaches the hollow of my throat, and my movements become quicker. Chasing the high that I know is certain to come with his mark. His teeth graze my skin, just above Jake’s mark, and I tilt my head to the side, exposing my neck.

1 wait for his bite, but it doesn’t come. My body is so tightly wound that all I can do is whimper his name. “Ronan.”

He freezes. “You know what this means,” he breathes.

“Yes. Please.”

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He shudders once, then lowers his mouth to my skin and bites. It’s not gentle. It’s claiming. His fangs sink into my muscle, and he growls as he holds on. Heat and pain shoot through me, lightning streaking down my spine I cry out, clutching his shoulders as the mark burns itself into place. Tala roars inside me, thrilled.

My orgasm comes fast and punishing. Through the haze, I push him onto his back. His eyes flare wide as I lower my mouth to his neck. “My turn,” I whisper, though I am unsure if it is my voice or Tala’s.

He doesn’t stop me.

My canines lengthen, my hands holding him down as I bite. His breath catches, his hands clenching on my thighs. A rush of warmth and magic floods between us, bond snapping into place like a lock clicking shut. His body shakes, as warm ribbons of his come fill me.

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