Page 5 of Stron & Lyra
“See that you do.”
With those words, she turns and walks away to continue tidying up. Lyra walks back to me and takes the hand I hold out to her with a shy smile. Unlocking the doors, I open them and wait as Lyra waves one last time at Kragor and Vena.
Closing the door behind us, we walk to my bike. Swinging my leg over the seat, I sink onto it, getting comfortable. Helping Lyra on behind me, I hook my hand around her knees and tug her so that she’s plastered against my back, her arms bracketed around my waist.
“Hold on tight, a stór. We’ll be at the clubhouse soon.”
Lyra squeezes my waist in understanding.
Accelerating, we glide out onto the main road. The sliders disappear under the carriage as I pick up speed.
The wind rushes past as we race along the road. There’s nothing more freeing than riding a bike.
I used to think there was nothing that could make you feel more alive than the wind in your hair and the rumble of a bike engine beneath you.
I was wrong.
There’s nothing to make you feel more alive than having your mate’s arms around your waist. The wind rushing past, clearing your thoughts, and the steady rumble of your bike.
The only thing better would have been my brothers riding with us.
LYRA
Excitement thrums through me as we zoom through the night. I love everything about this. The sound, the vibrations that run through me, the wind in my hair, but most of all I love the feeling of the male beneath my hands. The way his muscles flex and shift under my palms, the way he smells.
‘Oh, my stars. The way he smells.’
If I could bottle his scent, I would. Pressing my nose to his shoulder, I inhale and bite back a moan. I may be innocent, but I know what this is. I’d known as soon as he’d swept me off my feet. He’s mine. And I can’t wait for him to make me his.
This is why I’d known that marrying our neighbour wouldn’t work.
There was none of this all-consuming need—this aching hunger that runs through me. The need for him to fill the one place no male has ever been. My body’s ready, slick with desire. Every breath quickens in anticipation. I can’t wait to arrive at the clubhouse.
I try to focus on the ride, and although I’m enjoying it and the way we fly down the road at great speed, the wind whistling past us, blowing my hair wild around my cheeks. The steady, unrelenting throbbing between my thighs is messing with my attention. I’d never imagined that meeting my mate would be so overwhelming. Nothing has prepared me for the hunger that runs through me.
As soon as he stops and switches the bike off, the silence of the night enfolds us.
Standing on the glides, I whisper in his ear, “You need to get me inside…NOW. I’m not sure I can hold myself back.” I note the way his skin pebbles in reaction to my words.
I’m all but panting, my breasts aching, my pussy clenching. Heat is running through me, and I’m not able to control the camouflage of my skin that’s fluctuating between my own and the blue of his. That’s how much I need him. My mate.
“Feck,” he growls. Turning slightly, he hooks an arm around my waist and swings me off the bike and into his arms, cradling me high on his chest as he dismounts.
From the way he closes his eyes, as if he’s in agony when he inhales, I know he smells my need. And with the way he grits his teeth, maybe he is. It isn’t like I know much about the male species. That brings up a whole other worry. Will we be compatible? Fuck, I hope so. Fate wouldn’t give me a mate that I wasn’t compatible with. That would just be cruel.
Stron rushes us through a room that’s filled with other males, but I’m too far gone in my mating need to take much notice of them.
It doesn’t take him long to unlock his door, and then he’s placing me on my feet. I waste no time in throwing off my clothing. They feel like sandpaper as they rub against my sensitive flesh.
Only when I’m fully naked and breathing a little easier do I look up. Stron’s standing still, looking at me with a stunned expression on his face.
Uncertainty fills me. I’m not sure if that’s a good stunned or disgusted stunned. His next words reassure me, even as hereaches out a hand and runs it slowly down my body. I know what he sees.
Tiny flower like suckers. Each one an erogenous zone. My entire body is one big erogenous zone. I shudder as his fingers slowly runs across the one closest to my breasts. And then moan and sway towards him as he cups them and gently runs a thumb across each nipple that opens for him and grips his thumbs.
“Feck,a stór,you’re so beautiful. Like a flower. Your whole body is a flower.” He sounds awed, like he’s seen nothing like it, and truthfully, he probably hasn’t. There aren’t many of my kind left in the universe. We’ve been hunted for millennia as scientists try to understand how our skin works.He lifts his eyes to mine and I can see how much he wants me. “I know you’re innocent, but is there anything else I need to know before we take this further? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“No,” I shake my head. “Just know that my entire body is sensitive and these,” I press a light finger to a flower, “these will attach themselves to your body wherever they touch you. It increases my pleasure but will also increase yours. Also,” I bite my lip, hesitating as I wonder if he’s going to freak out when I tell him they are inside my channel too.
