~ 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 ...