The Alpha Weredragon's Favorite
CHAPTER 92

Ryan

Lyra started to leave, I pulled her back, needing to get more off my chest. We had promised to be honest with each other. I held up my end of the promise... for the most part. Two tons of dragon was he only little thing I hadn't yet omitted to.

"There's more," I added. She stood waiting to receive my news, green eyes so trusting my omission sat in my chest like acid as I informed Lyra about the dark magic used against her during the first trial, how Wista had been able to stop it, but it had been a close call.

"You need to be cautious, Lyra," I said, trying to convey the seriousness of the situation. "I've assigned people to watch over you 24/7. I know you can handle yourself, but this is a threat we can't take lightly. Dark magic is not something to be trifled with, and I'll be damned if I let anything happen to you on my watch. Please, for my peace of mind and your safety, let my people do their job. I need you safe, Lyra. I can't... I won't lose you. Not like this. Not to some cowardly magical attack."

I had worried about her reaction for nothing.

Lyra simply nodded, understanding the necessity of the precaution. In fact, there was gratitude in her eyes - an appreciation for my concern that warmed me from the inside out.

And in that moment of connection, of shared understanding between us, something deeper stirred within me.

Before I could stop myself, I reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of silken hair from her face. The simple gesture felt more intimate than it should have, my fingertips tingling from the brief contact with her skin. From there it was a simple matter of leaning in and capturing her lips with mine.

The kiss began as a tender whisper, a gentle exploration of territory covered, but never fully explored.

Our lips moved in harmony, a song that spoke volumes of our unspoken desires. But as the moments ticked by, the gentleness evolved, morphing into something more intense, more desperate.

It was as if a dam had broken, unleashing a torrent of pent-up emotions that neither of us had been prepared for or acknowledged. As the kiss deepened, it became all-consuming, a wildfire that threatened to burn us and leave nothing but wisps of smoke behind.

We poured our feelings into that kiss, our fears, our hopes... our desperate need for each other.

It was a moment of pure emotion, of raw connection. And it was perfect.

The moment felt so right, I couldn't face retreating once more to my lonely bed without her in it. "Ryan... please..."

Seemed we both had the same idea.

We began to undress, our hands fumbling with buttons and zippers in our haste. I struggled with my belt, my fingers clumsy in their urgency. Lyra giggled, her eyes shining with mischief as she reached out to help me. The sound of her laughter was like music to my ears, making my heart race even faster.

Naked, her skin shone where the moonlight caressed it, hidden, secret shadows where it didn't. Those were the parts I wanted to explore first, uncovering her mysteries one by one.

I laid her down on the soft grass, her body warm and inviting beneath mine. I traced my fingers over her curves, marveling at the softness of her skin, the way she shivered beneath my touch. Her breasts arched under my hand as I sucked on one hard peak and then the other, making her mewl and writhe...

I nearly came at how the desire darkened her eyes with need as I explored her body.

Ever so slowly my fingers trailed down to her core. The wetness that greeted me caught me by surprise. She was soaked.

Lyra gasped as I touched her, her hips bucking up to meet my hand. I stroked her gently, watching as her eyes fluttered closed, her mouth opening in a silent moan until she spasmed around my fingers, drawing them deeper and deeper inside her hot, wet walls.

As her breathing evened, I removed my hand, making her jerk as I patted her mound once... twice... then took my dripping digits to her mouth. "Suck them... lick them clean."

Her tongue, warm and compliant made my own arousal not call to me... it shouted... bellowed for me to chase my release inside the only body that could provide it.

Lyra's.

With my lips on hers, I moved to lie beside her. Reaching my hand down, I started to wrap my hands around my painfully engorged shaft.

Nothing doing.

Lyra moved my hand away and replaced it with her own.

I groaned into her mouth so loud, she had to feel it in her teeth.

I'd dreamed of this.

Countless nights and then some.

The sensation of her hand on my shaft only added to the pleasure building inside me. And the way that she watched me, her eyes dark with desire as she bit her lower lip.... nearly had me over the edge and falling fast. A yearning that threatened to consume us both.

"Ryan... I want you. Inside of me. Please..."

As much as I wanted to succumb to the magic of the moonlight, to lose myself in her completely, I had to be certain. I needed to know that she was truly comfortable with me, with our surroundings, and with the fact that I was about to claim her as mine in every sense of the word.

"Lyra," I rasped out, my voice hoarse with barely restrained passion, "are you sure? This isn't exactly the ideal spot? Are you—"

Her finger pressed gently against my lips, silencing my doubts and fears. "You are the one I want to be with, Ryan. For my first time and for every time after that. I am a wolf, just like you, and this is exactly where I want to be."

She was right. As creatures born under the watchful gaze of the moon, we drew our strength and passion from that glowing orb in the sky. It was the source of our power, the well from which our passion sprung and burned within us. There could be no better place for us to come together than right here, bathed in the glowing light of the moon.