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

lips to her neck, showering wet kisses as she arched. I found where my mark had once been and swirled my tongue around it… getting rewarded with another appreciative

free hand, cupped her breast, rubbing the already engorged nipples through the flimsy material of the mourning dress she had on. She threw her head backwards and groaned, then without warning, snaked her right leg

the White Moon Pack Elders, the judgmental gazes of the Southern

of her amoueal

Kiss and

feeling of rightness. It felt electric,

peeking out from the layers of my ceremonial attire. Then

her. Loving the way, she

to reach for my zipper buried in the layers of my

the loss of her warmth. I tried to lunge at her again but a rough

what was happening, where the voice was coming from, a blow

standing in

you’re doing, Ramsey?”

to him but the next moment, I saw his blow coming towards me again. My reflexes came alive and I took a step

wait! It’s not what you

point, trying to talk him out of it was as good as me trying to talk to

reason.

to hold back any longer, I deflected his next swing and retaliated, allowing my fist to connect with Nathan’s jaw. Lax snarled within 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

almost making me lose my footing. This wasn’t how I’d wanted this day to go – I had come here

noticed the small crowd. I could see the shock on their faces, the disbelief but no one seemed willing to try to

Both of you,

stoned immediately – willing fiste nolueel mid–air panting an