Page 64 of The Onyx Covenant

I can’t stop. My body responds to his every touch, and just as another climax starts to build, I hear his strained voice, rough and raw with need.

“I want to fill you, Lyra…” His jaw clenches, his control fraying as his hips drive up into me. “I want to mark you as mine.”

His words push me closer, but a sliver of uncertainty pierces the haze.

“Theron, wait.” My words are shaky, my mind struggling to think clearly through the fog of pleasure. “No…” I press a hand against his chest, my breath ragged as I shake my head. “Not yet…”

His growl vibrates through me, full of frustration and barely restrained control, but he listens. His grip tightens as he pulls out, his cock slick and throbbing, and before I can think, I slide off his lap, my body moving on instinct.

“Lyra, fuck, don’t do this,” he growls, but when I meet his gaze, I see the arousal there.

“I want to tasteyou,” I whisper, surprising myself with the boldness in my tone.

“Fuck, Lyra…”

I kneel between his legs, lowering myself until I’m eye level with his hard, throbbing cock. I wrap my fingers around him, and he’s wet from me. My touch is tentative at first, but when I hear his sharp intake of breath, confidence surges through me.

I press my lips over his tip, inhaling his muskiness as well as mine. He tastes salty and sweet, and I moan softly at the sensation. His hand slides into my hair, not pushing, just guiding. I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I move slowly, savoring the power of making him come undone. There’s something so rewarding about making a strong man like Theron fall under your spell.

“Fuck…” His head falls back against the wall. “You’re so fucking perfect… taking me so well, little moon.”

I move faster, my tongue swirling around him, my lips tightening, never stopping, not even when his tip hits the back of my throat and my eyes tear up. His hand cups the back of my head. I don’t want to disappoint. I want him to never forget this moment… me.

His groans turn into ragged curses.

“I wish I hadn’t hit my head,” he groans. “Or I’d pin you to the ground and fuck you until you screamed.” His voice is low and dangerous.

I hum softly around him, and that’s all it takes. His body stiffens, a guttural growl tearing from his throat as he comes, filling my mouth with his hot seed. The taste of him floods me, and I rapidly swallow. It feels messy and chaotic, but I love the feeling of him losing control because of me. It’s intoxicating.

When I finally pull back and sit on my heels, my lips swollen and my insides thrumming, he stares, filled with awe, desire, and love.

“My little moon.” He reaches over and cradles my jaw.

“You’re mine forever, little moon.”

He means every word. I can feel it in my bones. Gods, I’ve longed to hear them, but this isn’t just about us. Loving him risks everything—my pack, our future, all the lives tied to mine. And still, I hate how much of me already belongs to him.

ChapterEleven

THERON

Fuck, my head aches.

I blink against the faint early-morning light filtering through the cave entrance. Every muscle in my body feels like I’ve been thrown off a cliff. Oh, wait, I was.

Lyra’s naked body is draped over my chest, her breathing deep and steady against my skin. She’s warm and soft, and I can’t help but slide my hand down the curve of her spine, appreciating the feel of her pressed against me. Last night comes rushing back—her mouth on mine, her body moving on me, the way she said my name when she came undone.

A moment I will never forget.

But we need to move. The ritual is happening, and we’re wasting daylight.

I move, and pain lances through my skull. I touch my forehead and remove the bandage, but there’s nothing but smooth skin. My wolf’s healing has done its work, though the spot is still tender as hell.

Carefully, I untangle myself from Lyra, smirking as she makes a small noise of protest in her sleep. The fire has nearly died, just embers glowing softly in the dim cave. Our clothes are spread nearby, mostly dry now. Smart woman, thinking ahead while I was busy nearly dying. I add wood to the dying embers, coaxing the fire back to life.

I grab my pants, grimacing at the lingering dampness as I pull them on. My shirt and jacket follow, still damp in spots but good enough. Then my socks and boots. We don’t have time for perfect.

Kieran. Rachel. Orion. Aria. Where the fuck did they end up? They’re strong, capable fighters, but that river was brutal.

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