Page 4 of Stron & Lyra
I’d known it as soon as I scented her and both my cocks had reacted.
She wraps her legs around me, the warmth of her pussy heating my abs through her clothing. When she whimpers deep in herthroat, I know it’s time to get out of here. My cocks are hard and weeping. The need to bury myself in her riding me. We could stay here, but the need to have her in my room, in my bed, is all-consuming. And from the way my female kisses, she’s not got much experience. I want to take my time with her, with no interruptions.
Breaking our kiss, I look into her glazed eyes as I tell her, “I’m taking you home.”
“Okay,” she agrees, lowering her gaze to my chin. No arguing, no second-guessing, just straight-up obedience.
“Feck,” I groan, feeling both of my cocks straining against the confines of my leathers at her display of submission. I’ve never considered myself a particularly dominant male, but her eager agreement is doing things to me I didn’t expect.
Spying her cloak in the corner, I snag it off the hook and stride out of the kitchen with Lyra still wrapped in my arms.
“Another one,” Kragor growls, throwing up his hands in disgust. Vena says nothing, just stares at me with cold, hard eyes.
It’s only the two of them and Vorn left here. Brak must still be on rounds.
Lyra turns and looks guiltily over her shoulder at Kragor. She shifts as if she’s about to release her legs and slide down. I tighten my grip on her thighs, keeping her where she is.
‘Nope, not having that. She’s mine for tonight… or forever.’
“I’ll send the prospects over,” I inform Kragor before Lyra can volunteer herself.
Her luminous eyes meet mine, and she looks uncertain as she whispers, “It’s my job, though.”
“Not tonight,” I tell her and give Kragor a look that he reads loud and clear. He tips his chin and pats Lyra on the shoulder, telling her, “Don’t worry about it,cailín deas, we’ll manage, and I’ll seeyou back here tomorrow.” He arches his brows at me as if daring me to dispute that.
Crafty old man, I have to give him that.
“As long as you’re sure,” Lyra responds hesitantly.
“He’s sure,” I tell her and walk towards the door. Lyra slaps at my shoulder, grumbling, “That was rude, Stron. They’re my family.”
She’s right.
Coming to a stop near the door, I allow her to slide down my body. As soon as her feet touch the floor, she’s flying across the room and throwing herself at Kragor, who catches her. She hugs him and says something that has him smiling.
Vena sidles closer to me.
I wait. Not that I have to wait long.
“Don’t hurt my sister, male, or I’ll eviscerate you.”
She’s a direct female, I’ll give her that. I can’t help but like her and the way she’s so protective of the other females.
Her next words have me paying attention. “And take care with her. She’s innocent.”
My head shoots up and I demand, “What do you mean innocent?”
Vena raises one brow at me as if she finds me lacking. “I mean exactly that, male. She comes from a planet that’s not high in resources and they do things the old-fashioned way. She lived at home until she was taken. I’m sure you can connect the dots, so I don’t have to spell it out.”
‘Holy fecking shite.’
If I was right in understanding what Vena’s trying to tell me, then,‘My female has never been with a male. I figured she was innocent but not as innocent as this.’
The news spoke to the berserker side of me. It makes me want to beat my chest and roar to all the planets that Lyra will be mine and only mine.
“I see you understand,” she tells me.
“I do, and I’ll treat her like the delicate flower she is.”
