The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

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

time … I wanted her .

With one hand trained on her butt , I pulled away from the kissing , lowering my 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 moan .

My 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 around me , letting me feel the heat and smell of her arousal .

Nothing else mattered .

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

was Lyla , the feel of her in

of her

make

, this is what it’s like , ” I thought quietly , marvelling at the overwhelming

kiss

to rub at my nipples

moved down to my groin and grabbed my aching hardness

inexplicable , pushing myself

way , she ran her hand up and down my

, trying to reach for my zipper

belt a strong grip yanked me

reeling from the loss

tried to lunge at her again but a rough voice filtered into my ears ,

was coming from ,

looked up , bewildered , only to see Nathan standing in front of me , fury written boldly

you’re doing , Ramsey ? ”

another word , he lunged

next moment , I saw his blow

step to the side , dodging the

my hands , attempting to calm

think , I tried to

was

narrowed , with hatred as

barely dodged the third time

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

He was beyond .

reason .

, I deflected his next swing and retaliated , allowing my fist to connect

off the

minutes , both of us – good fighters from what I realized , landed blows at

was getting pissed by the interruption while still wondering why he

air , each

some of the people in the funeral hall

We continued fighting .

jab from him , the strain almost making me lose

here intending to pay my final respects to Alpha Logan , not to

I noticed the small

on their faces , the disbelief but no one seemed willing to try to break I and Nathan

Both of you , stop it

stoned immediately – willing fiste nolueel mid – air

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and make up …

few

exasperation as she came towards us , her gaze flickering from one person to the

“ Enough .

,” her gaze rested