Ronan
Even in the afterglow of an orgasm, I can still see the determination in her eyes, and I’m tempted to force another on her just to see if it’ll quiet her mind long enough for me to breathe. I want to shield her from the not-so-savvy side of alpha life at least until I can find a way out of this mess.
But I know better than to think that she is going to let this go. Not when she can feel the tension bleeding through the bond now. Not when she’s already stripped me bare in every other way possible.
Her thighs still tremble around my face, her fingers still digging into the headboard like it’s the only thing that is holding her to the earth. I can feel every ripple of her release through the bond—sharp, electric, beautiful.
Now she’s breathless, flushed, and glowing in the early mo
