The Alpha Weredragon's Favorite
CHAPTER 65

As Ryan devoured me with his lips and tongue, I gasped and moaned, unable to help myself. His hands roamed over my body, igniting flames of desire and sending electric shocks through every nerve.

His touch was like fire against my skin, making my heart race and my mind go blank with pleasure. As he teased my nipples to attention, I could feel myself melting under his skilled mouth. And when he finally freed my breasts from their confines and took a hard nipple into his mouth, it was like a shockwave of ecstasy rippling through me.

He gently placed me on the grass and my head spun with the mix of arousal and excitement at being so close to him. The night sky above us blurred with stars while his touch made everything else seem far away. His tongue traced patterns on my stomach before sliding lower to find the dampness between my legs. I gasped as he pushed his tongue inside me, bucking my hips upward.

Ryan lifted his head, mouth glistening with my wetness. "You are so greedy little-one."

With a smug smirk he dove back in, wiggling his head back and forth. Let me say for the record that the sensation of Ryan's warm lips and tongue on my most intimate place was beyond words.

I arched my back, gasping as pleasure coursed through my body like lightning. My fingers dug into his hair, holding him close as I lost myself in the moment. His tongue danced and teased and threatened to unravel me completely. The rustling of leaves from the bushes went hardly unnoticed while I focused on the feeling of him, his hot breath against my skin, the gentle tug of his hands on my hips, the stubble of his chin gently scratching my folds as licked my nub over and

over...

The magic he worked with his tongue created a pulling sensation that started in my center and radiated outward.

My climax approaching fast.

With each passing second, it felt like I could fly higher and higher until finally, I could hold back no longer. My hips bucked up off the soft grass involuntarily. I cried out his name as waves of ecstasy rolled over me like an ocean tide.

Ryan moaned against my folds, tasting every drop of pleasure that escaped from me. His hands squeezed my buttocks tightly before moving up to cup my cheeks, holding me in place while he lapped up every last drop of my arousal. It was an intimate act that left me breathless... and wanting more of him.

All of him.

He kissed his way back up to meet my eyes, smirking wickedly as if he knew exactly what effect he had on me. "I'll make sure next time we're at my place," he whispered huskily into my ear, causing a fresh shiver to run down my spine. "That way I'll have all the time in the world to taste you properly."

"How do you know there will be a next time?" I said saucily.

He laughed, a great booming sound and helped me to my feet, buttoning my dress with the skilled hands of one who had done it many, many times. "Little-one, now that I have tasted your sweetness..." he licked his lips for emphasis, "I won't let you go."

"I'm sure you say that to all the she-wolves you want to bed." The words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop them, my tone more bitter than I intended. Instantly, I regretted it as I saw the stricken look that crossed Ryan's handsome face. His blue eyes widened with hurt and surprise at my sharp accusation.

Damn, how I wished I could take back those thoughtless words and erase the pain I'd just caused him. An awkward tension hung in the air between us and I bit my lip, scrambling to find a way to apologize and salvage the moment we'd been sharing.

As we walked back to the party, the silence between us was deafening, and I knew I had to say something. I took a deep breath and turned to him, ready to apologize, but before I could get the words out, the pack clubhouse came into view. And with it, Killian.

He smiled and waved at us, and I could feel Ryan's body tense up even more. I knew what was coming, and I braced myself for it.

"You have feelings for him, don't you?" Ryan's voice was low and dangerous, and I could see the hurt in his eyes.

"What? No, Ryan, I don't," I protested, but he didn't seem to believe me.

"I saw the way you looked at him," he said, his voice accusing. "Maybe you think I would cheat because you intend to."

"That's not fair, Ryan," I said, my own anger rising. "I would never cheat on you. And I don't have feelings for Killian. He's just a friend."

"A friend who you're always talking to," Ryan shot back. "A friend who you spend more time with than me."

"That's not true," I said, but even as the words left my mouth, I knew they were a lie. I had been spending more time with Killian lately, but it was only because he was training me.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "Ryan, Killian and I were just talking about me being chosen as the White Wolf. He's training me to take over the role when it happens." I searched his face, hoping he would understand. Ryan sighed, his shoulders sagging slightly, all anger gone. "Lyra, I've told you before - Killian is trying to get into your head." He paused, then reached out and took my hand gently. "But if you do become the White Wolf, I want you to know that I'll support you, whether you have a wolf or not."

My heart swelled at his words, and I couldn't help but smile. Ryan pulled me closer, and our lips met in a tender kiss.

As we embraced, I overheard a woman from the Luna Trial Council talking to her partner, her voice laced with contempt. "I warned the Alpha not to continue this relationship with that wolfless girl. It's unfortunate he won't heed our counsel," she remarked.

Her partner responded, "He should realize the pack also needs to accept his Luna. No one wants a Luna who doesn't have a wolf."

The woman's derisive laughter cut through me like a knife. I recoiled from Ryan, my mind reeling. Was this how everyone saw me? As some unworthy outsider?