Page 13 of Trouble Walked In

His dark eyes flashing silver, he asked, “Should I get a condom?”

Her heart pounding, she shook her head. Something that looked like relief flickered across his face as he settled between her thighs. Moira let out a soft moan as he pressed his hips against hers, his thick cock sliding into her an inch at a time.

“Moira,” he groaned when he was finally fully buried inside her. “Christ.”

She let her eyes flicker closed, her mouth lax with pleasure as he began to gently rock his hips against her. She wrapped her arms around him, her fingertips tracing over the planes of his back. It was way too easy to lose herself in the almost sweet way that he slid into her.

His voice rough, Ronan said, “Open your eyes. Let me see you.”

Her eyelids felt so heavy, but she forced them open. When she met his gaze, her breath backed up in her lungs. His eyes were bright silver again, as they had been when he was in wolf form. “Ronan,” she cried, her nails digging into his back. “It's too much.”

“I know, baby. I feel it too,” he groaned, burying his face against her shoulder.

Moira clung to him, grateful for the break in eye contact. There was something genuinely unnerving about his gaze. He saw too much. One part of her was terrified that he would see inside her and find her lacking. The other part of her was terrified that he wouldn't. Despite the connection they seemed to be making, she knew there was no way this could be a long-term thing. She needed to get her shit straight. They were fucking. This wasn't a love affair, for God's sake.

Ronan must have sensed her attempt to disconnect because he propped himself up on one arm. Watching her, he said, “Wrap your legs around me, cupcake.”

“Oh God,” Moira cried out after she had complied with his gruff order. “You're so deep!”

“Christ, Moira. You feel so fucking good. Your tight little cunt keeps milking my dick.” When she clenched around him, he groaned. “That's right, baby. Just like that.”

The slow drag of him against her g-spot drove her mad. He seemed to know exactly how to touch her to get the most response from her body. On each down stroke, he ground his pelvis against hers. Her whole body tightened in anticipation of her impending release.

When her eyes slipped closed again, he reached up to grip her hair in his fist. Giving it a jerk, he ground out, “Eyes open, Moira. I wanna look into to those beautiful green eyes when you come for me.”

The bite of pain and the authority in his voice pushed her over the edge. On a long moan, she came apart beneath him, her body shuddering with release. Not once did she look away from his predatory gaze. In that moment, she gave him everything.

Seconds later, she watched his eyes go hazy. It was like he wasn't even seeing her anymore. The animal in him seemed to take over as his hand tightened in her hair. He pounded into her mercilessly until his body stiffened with a curse. His precious control gone, she could see that his face contorted slightly as his body prepared to shift. Eventually, he won the battle, remaining human as he emptied himself inside her.

Ronan slumped against her for a moment before moving to the side. Both of them panted wildly, trying to get their breathing under control. He remained silent for so long that Moira finally asked, “Is that normal?”

“Sex like that? It was pretty amazing, but I try to always give it my all,” he joked, still panting.

“I mean the almost shifting thing.”

The teasing note in his voice was gone when he replied. “No. That's new. Sorry if I scared you.”

“I'm fine. Are you okay?” she asked him when he lay there silently.

When he shifted to look at her, he must've seen the concern on her face because he gave her a gentle smile and said, “I'm fine. I've just…never not been in complete control of my wolf before. I don't particularly like it.”

“Any idea why it happened?”

He wrapped his arms around her, tucking her up against him. “Not sure.”

Even as he spoke it, she could hear the lie in his voice. She was too stirred up and raw to call him on it, though. The part she found the most alarming about the entire experience wasn't the fact that he had almost shifted in the middle of sex. It was the fact she hadn't been alarmed by that at all.

Chapter Nine

Ronan stared at the paperwork on his desk and dragged a hand through his hair in frustration. His concentration was shit tonight. It had been shit from the moment that Moira had walked into his bar. A part of him had known it the moment he saw her, but it was undeniable now. She was his mate.

The Earth Mother must really fucking hate him, he mused. This had to be repayment for willfully abandoning his duties as future alpha. This twenty-two-year-old girl, just starting out her life, was supposed to mate with him and live above the bar? She'd be out of town as soon as she finished her fancy degree. She didn't strike him as the settle down and start a family type. Not that he blamed her. She'd just escaped one person trying to marry her off, and now his wolf seemed determined to take away her freedom again.

He'd been close to marking her this morning. He'd been really close. As much as he enjoyed her and as sexually compatible as they were, even suggesting it seemed unfair. When she'd asked him about the near shift this morning, he'd lied to her. He'd felt her stiffen against him, but thankfully, she hadn’t called him on it.

“Yeah, babe. I almost claimed you as my mate. I was going to sink my teeth into your neck. It's gonna turn you into a shifter like me. Wanna spend the rest of our lives together? We can live above my bar,” he muttered to himself.

He groaned, chewing on the end of his pen until he heard the plastic crack. When he saw the outer casing crack down the side, he tossed it aside in frustration. Fuck!

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