The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger by Ejiofor Dorcas

102 Kiss and make up…

Ramsey POV

Lax stirred within me, overpowering all my reasoning, filling every inch of my being with the primal need to be with his mate.

And before I knew it, I was closing the distance between me and Lyla, reaching up to cup her cheek as I drew her closer.

Her eyes widened when she saw me approach – it was as if she knew what would happen at that

moment.

“Ramsey, wait – the words barely left her lips before my mouth crashed against her. Hungry. desperate for a kiss.

The kiss ignited years of suppressed longing that exploded into an intense wave of hunger. Years of trying to be with several women, hoping that with each one, I would feel the way I had felt the first time with Lyla. But none of them could measure up… none of those feelings could compete with the sweetness that coursed through my body right now.

I groaned, gathering her in my arms, pressing her tightly against me as I surrendered to the passion. Lax growled approvingly – he was sharing me with her now – urging me on, thrilled by the closeness of our mate. Every touch, every movement felt like I was being pulled deeper into pleasure so sweet that I hadn’t allowed myself to feel it in so long.

I groaned as her lips parted, allowing me to explore the sweetness of her mouth. I suckled on her lower lips and got rewarded with an approving growl from her.

Did she miss me as much as I did her?

I had no time to think of that because her hands went around my neck, opening up herself to me, pressing those supple melons against my chest. I let my hand run down the small of her back and then lower down. I grabbed her butt cheeks squeezing them at the same time.

She moaned against my mouth, instinctively grounding on the length of my arousal that was pressing warmly on her thigh. I wanted her… It didn’t matter if this wasn’t the right place or

wanted her.

my lips to her neck, showering wet kisses as she arched.

of the mourning dress she had on. She threw her head backwards and groaned, then without warning, snaked her right leg around me, letting

eyes of the White Moon Pack Elders, the judgmental gazes of the Southern Werewolf Alphas… Nathan’s glare – it all

of

Kiss and make

at the overwhelming feeling of rightness.

chest, stopping to rub at my nipples already peeking out from the layers of my ceremonial attire. Then without warning, she moved

Loving the way, she ran

my ear, trying to reach for my zipper buried in

grip yanked me back, tearing me away from her. Disoriented, I staggered, reeling from the loss of her warmth. I tried to lunge at her again

where the voice was coming from, a blow

standing in front of me, fury written boldly on

hell do you think you’re doing, Ramsey?” he growled, his eyes flashing.

word, he lunged towards me again, fist raised. I had opened my mouth to explain to him but the next moment, I saw

down. “Nathan, wait! It’s not what you think, I tried to say, still dazed from everything. But

trying to talk him out

reason.

me, feeding off the adrenaline as we clashed. In the next few minutes, both of us – good fighters from what I realized, landed blows at each other. I was getting pissed by the interruption while still wondering why he was fighting me. Our grunts and fists filled the air, each of us trying to gain the upper hand. I

knuckles stung as 1 blocked another jab from him, the strain almost making me lose my footing. This wasn’t how I’d wanted this day to go – I had come here intending to pay my final respects to Alpha Logan, not to engage in a fight with a

could see the shock on their faces, the disbelief but no one seemed willing to try

Both of you,

willing fiste nolueel mid–air panting an