MARKED BY MOONLIGHT

ONA

te his tendency to sometimes run off at

the garage and cancel my appointments. If there'

s beneath Lyra's legs and back and li

. "I can't leave with you!" When I tighten my grip, she scre

side, giving me room to pass. "You're goi

ing her damnedest to break free. If I had more time, I'd be patient. But

shrieks. "Get yo

while I still can. If word gets out that I've found my mate-and she's half-human, no less-I'll be de

ourself. One thing at

catch her with ease and press her against the side of the vehicle. Then I wedge my thigh between hers

d this," I growl, shoving my hips forward and up so she feels the pulse of my lengt

chest. The sweet scent of her arousal wafts up to my nose. Shaken or no

ou and I have spent a lot of time together. I distinct

ctively, "Do you remember what

f pink. "It was a dream," she murmurs,

my lips against hers. "It's called d

s, I have the passenger door open and her seated inside. She

am-pa

you to trust me, Lyra. Give me a chance to explain why

tattoo. I need to ca

ll want to go home after we talk, I'll take you. Right no

bolt. Thankfully, she stays put as I climb in. The headlights down the

home? You're not going to

word." I shove the keys into the ignition. Time is ticking. Every second add

and take off just as another vehicle slows and stops in front of Moonmark Ink. Ev

ry about

my board-stiff cock and racing heart. If we'd been fifteen second

t i

ut cuttin

-

LYR

cially los

let Ronan take me to his home? Why didn't I fight harder

t in that time, my thoughts have been hazy. His cologne has w

feel so out of place. So hazy. That'

ife, overriding reason. I wanted to argue, to deny what I felt, but I couldn't form the wor

ious he wo

he insists wasn't just a dream. We'd touched each other with hands, not mouths. At least

m, and I could let go of my inhibitions an

r, and I'd done exa

here. I need to call a cab. I need to breathe and forget these d

in so muc