The Alpha Weredragon's Favorite
CHAPTER 25

Lyra

I walked into the dorm room, my mind still reeling from the placement test, and found Sally packing a suitcase. Frowning, I gestured toward her luggage. "Are you leaving school? Take me with you, please!" Sally laughed, but I could see the traces of tears on her cheeks. She shook her head. "No, I go home most weekends to see my dad. He likes me at home, and I love seeing him... even if he is pretty strict." "Strict how?" I asked, sitting on the edge of my bed.

"Well," Sally sighed, folding a sweater, "he doesn't let me go to parties, didn't want me in a co-ed dorm, and he's never wanted me to date."

I raised an eyebrow. "Is that why Liam doesn't know you like him?"

Sally's cheeks flushed. She dropped the sweater. With trembling fingers, she refolded it, avoiding my gaze.

I was just about to apologize when she said quietly, "I've loved Liam for as long as I can remember."

"Why haven't you told him?"

"With Whitney here at Harbringer, looking freaking gorgeous, Liam and I will never happen." Sally's shoulders slumped.

Oh, pup.

This love triangle situation made things complicated. Put me right in the middle of my new friends. "I'm sorry, Sally."

"Yeah, well, there's not much you can do about it."

Sally zipped her suitcase shut and gave me a hesitant smile. "Have a good weekend, Lyra."

"You too," I said softly.

As the door clicked shut behind her, I let out a heavy sigh. In the face of Sally's confession, my mind drifted to Ryan. Despite everything that had happened between us, the betrayal and the hurt, I couldn't deny the feelings I had for him. I stood and turned on the fairy lights someone had hung on my side of the room. They were so pretty. Like little beacons of hope.

Had Ryan hung them?

Why?

Ugh!

"Why can't I let him go?" I whispered to the empty room.

Seeing the lights hanging like twinkling stars reminded me of our time together in the woods.

Ryan's hands inside my pants. His dirty whispers in my ear. The way he had pinched my nipples into pointed peaks...

I shivered as I removed my clothes, my heart pounding from the sudden avalanche of arousal brought on by my daydream.

The need to take care of ... my itch was too powerful, too overwhelming. I couldn't ignore my needs any longer.

I slid off my blouse, revealing a black lace bra that pushed my breasts upward. I toyed with the clasp, knowing what was about to happen but also wanting to savor the moment.

The air was chilly against my naked skin, and I felt a small thrill as goosebumps formed on my arms.

Traveling back in time, I heard the rustling of leaves skipping along the forest floor. The scent of pine needles filled my nostrils, mixing with the sweeter smell of eucalyptus and mint.

My fingers... Ryan's fingers, fumbled with the bra's hook for a moment before finally popping it open, freeing my breasts. Ryan cupped them in his warm hands, creating a delicious warmth between my legs.

My breath hitched when I thought about Ryan's rough hands on my body, his hot mouth sucking at my nipples like they were candy. I pinched one hard nub between my fingers and squeezed it gently, moaning softly at the sensation. Lying down on my bed, I slid a hand from my breasts to below my belly button, then slowly beyond, moaning at the way the cotton of my panties glossed wet with anticipation.

I closed my eyes as Ryan's strong arms wrapped around my waist once more, pulling my body against his. His stubble scratched deliciously against my neck, making my body tingle as he nibbled at the soft skin of my throat.

His mouth moved upward, creating a fiery trail to my lips. I could taste his minty breath on mine, feel the heat from his tongue as it danced with mine. His hands slid down my waist and around to squeeze my ass cheeks, spreading them apart to expose the wetness growing there.

I took a deep breath, feeling an explosion of sensation as I continued to rub myself over my panties, my thoughts consumed by Ryan's touch, his lips, his tongue, and the heat of our bodies pressed together.

My fingers danced across my chest, gently grazing the sensitive skin around my erect nipples. I continued to caress them, pinching and rolling them between my fingertips while soft moans slipped from my lips. My other hand roamed across my body, tracing the curve of my waist before slipping beneath the delicate fabric of my panties.

Once there, I was met with the warm, damp sensation of arousal as I found my swollen nub. My fingers pressed against it, moving in slow circles at first, but gradually increasing the pressure and rhythm. I visualized Ryan's strong, calloused fingers taking over for mine his expert touch guiding me closer and closer towards an intimate peak.

As I imagined him there with me, my back arched involuntarily and a shiver coursed through my body. The heat between my legs built and intensified as I continued to rub myself, driven by the vivid images of Ryan's heated gaze and his confident smile that urged me on...

The wave that hit me stalled my breath, seized my heart, and flooded my sheets with arousal.

"Ryan!"

His name became the mantra I cried over and over until the sensation faded and the cool air hit my heated skin.

I sighed in disappointment.

Instead of Ryan's warm lips meeting mine, I was left with shaky legs and wet fingers, mind drawing lines in the sand as my heart rate slowed.

One part said, 'He left you behind, betrayed your trust. Why are you using him as your fantasy?'

The other replied, 'Because I can't erase the connection Ryan and I share. The pull between us is something I can't control.'

And yes, I wanted to control it. More than anything.

"I'll figure it out somehow. Someday..."

On a yawn, I snuggled deeper into my warm blankets, loving how they felt like protection. Like being held in a certain someone's arms...

As I closed my eyes, Whitney's words about the full moon came to mind.

They barely registered before I was out like a light.