Page 14 of The Onyx Covenant (The Lunaterra Chronicles #2)

“You’re irresistible.” He draws me fully against him so I’m kneeling between his spread legs, our chests pressed close.

The contact is electrifying, overwhelming. I forget where we are, forget the danger that drove us here, forget everything but the feel of him beneath me. I trace my fingers up his powerful biceps to his shoulders, then skate them up his neck and into his wet hair.

His mouth finds mine again, more demanding this time, one of possession and hunger. His hands cup my face, holding me steady as he devours my mouth as if he could consume the very essence of me. And I let him, opening to him, matching his desire with my own.

I’ve missed him desperately. For all our differences, for all the reasons we shouldn’t be together, there’s always been this undeniable pull between us. Like gravity. Like fate.

“I’ve thought about this every day,” Theron admits against my lips, his voice rough with emotion. “Every fucking day since I lost you.”

The confession strikes deep. “I’m still struggling with that pain, still angry, still broken that you chose your pack over me,” I admit, unable to keep the hurt from my words.

Something shatters in Theron’s expression. He’s usually so guarded, but now it reveals everything—the agony, the regret, the raw longing that’s been eating him alive. His hands tremble slightly as they cup my face.

“I would apologize for every star in the sky, and all the ones we can’t even see, if it would earn your forgiveness,” he whispers. “Seeing you that night, watching you witness that charade with her, gutted me.”

His warm breath flutters on my lips.

“I made the choice to protect you, not because I didn’t want you. Never that. I knew what my father was capable of, knew I needed to stay in his good graces to ensure I got into the Harvest Ritual. To finally find a way to end his torment.”

He pulls back just enough to stare at me, his thumbs brushing away tears trickling from my eyes.

“And it came at the devastating cost of losing you. Something I’ve never forgiven myself for. I’m so sorry, Lyra.”

“Fate had other plans,” I whisper.

“Fate,” he agrees, a bitter smile playing on his lips. “Or my stubborn refusal to live without you any longer.” His hands slide into my hair, cradling my head. “I think it was fate that chose you for this ritual with me. To have you by my side, to be saved by you from death.”

His attention drops to my lips.

“To finally claim what’s mine.”

The possessiveness in his tone should anger me, but instead, it sends heat spiraling through my body. We’re like the twin moons—forever circling each other, forever pulled apart, but always drawn back together.

“Our families will never accept this,” I whisper, even as I lean closer to him.

“Then we’ll change the fucking world,” he growls before capturing my mouth with his.

The kiss is desperate, savage with need and the knowledge of how easily we could lose each other again. His hands grip me like he’s afraid I’ll disappear, and I match his brutal love, pouring months of longing, hurt, and hope into every touch.

The cool blanket beneath my knees does little to ease the heat building inside me. Theron’s stare is locked on me—stormy silver and filled with a hunger that takes the air from my lungs. The firelight pulses over his bare skin. His chest rises and falls, each breath heavier than the last.

“You’re shaking,” he murmurs, his voice low and edged with something dark and dangerous. His fingers trail lightly over my arms, leaving a path of heat in their wake. “Are you afraid, Lyra?”

I swallow hard, my body betraying me with the way I instinctively lean into his touch. “No,” I whisper, my voice barely above a breath.

“Good. Because I don’t want you afraid.” His head dips, lips brushing against my collarbone. “I want you desperate… aching for me.” His tongue slips out and licks along the top of my breasts. I gasp. “Just like in the hall.” His tone is pure sin, a dark promise that has a buzz traveling across the apex between my thighs. “When I whispered in your ear… I felt how close you were. You almost came… didn’t you, Lyra?”

I can’t speak, my throat tight as my body remembers the heat of that moment. My fingers dig into his arms as I nod, my breath coming faster.

“Say it,” he commands softly, his teeth grazing my earlobe before he sucks it gently into his mouth. The sensation sends a bolt of pleasure right to my core.

“Yes,” I breathe, barely holding back a moan. “Fuck, it was so good.”

A dark chuckle rumbles in his chest, and his fingers thread through my hair at the back of my head, drawing me closer until our lips are a whisper apart.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. Then his expression shifts, something darker, more dangerous flashing in his eyes. His grip tightens.

Before I can react, Theron shifts beneath me. His hands leave my waist long enough to guide me back slightly as he shuffles to no longer have his back to the cave wall and slides down to lie on the blanket, staring up at me.

“Come here,” he rasps, his stare filled with sinful intent. His fingers curl slightly, beckoning me forward as he lies sprawled out.

“Sit on me, Lyra,” he murmurs, and his words send a pulse of molten heat straight through me.

My cheeks flush, heat blooming under my skin as my gaze tumbles to his bare chest. The firelight casts dancing shadows over the carved muscles and runes etched into his skin. I lower my attention to where he’s so erect, so big. I swallow hard as he takes my hand and guides it to wrap around his cock. I pump him several times, just like the few times we’d done in the past. He hisses, grinning at me. Then I straddle his lap, my knees pressing into the blanket on either side of his hips. The hard length of his cock presses against me, and my body reacts instinctively, heat coiling inside me.

His hands settle firmly on my waist, grounding me. When I glance up, I see the wicked gleam on his face—like he’s amused by something I don’t yet understand.

“I…” I swallow. “Theron… I’ve never been…” My voice trails off, the words catching in my throat as I try to summon the courage to say out loud what I’ve never told him before.

A slow, wicked grin spreads across his face. “I know. I’m going to be your first, my little moon.” His thumb brushes softly against my breast, circling and plucking an erect nipple that draws a moan from my lips, my body arching into his touch.

I gasp. “You do?”

“I remember the first time you let me touch you…” His words are a velvet caress against my senses, sending a shiver down my back. “When my fingers slid inside you… you were so damn tight, so beautiful, coming apart in my hand.”

Heat pools between my thighs at the way he watches me—as though he’s reliving every moment.

“But I remember something else,” he murmurs, his thumb teasing my nipple again, making me gasp. “The spots of blood on my fingertips after…” His voice softens, almost reverent. “Do you know how much I adored you in that moment?”

My heart pounds as his words sink into me, wrapping around my soul like a possessive embrace.

“I didn’t realize you noticed.”

“You gave yourself to me,” he murmurs. “Letting me be your first… trusting me completely.” His other hand slides up to cradle my face, thumb brushing gently over my lips.

I’m captivated, every inch of me buzzing, and I’m dripping; already, I feel how wet I am.

“And now…” His lips curl into a dangerous smile. “I’m going to finish what I started.”

I’m trembling at his words, heat swirling through me as his thumb drags lazily down my jaw.

Then his hands slide lower, gripping my hips firmly, possessively.

His fingers flex against my skin. “I asked you to sit on me.”

He lifts me slightly, guiding me upward along his body. The hard heat of him brushes against me as I shift, and I bite my lip, my pulse pounding.

“I was…” I whisper, my voice trailing off, flustered by his words.

Theron’s low, wicked laugh vibrates against my skin, sending a fresh wave of heat straight between my thighs.

“On my face, beautiful one.” His grin is pure sin as he tilts his head back slightly, his tongue brushing across his bottom lip as if he’s already tasting me. “That’s what I meant.”

My stomach flips. “Oh…” The single sound escapes on a breath, my cheeks burning as realization sinks in.

I can’t look away from him, the hunger in his stare, the raw need carved into every sharp line of his face. My body tightens with anticipation, my pulse hammering in my ears as I hover above him, desperate for the aching desire that refuses to be ignored.

“Lyra,” he murmurs, his voice softer now but no less commanding.

Despite the heat scorching my skin, I feel a spark of nervous hesitation, but the way he studies me—as if I’m his whole damn world—strips away the doubt.

My heart pounds as I shuffle forward, my knees finally pausing on either side of his head. Every moment feels like a leap off a cliff.

“That’s it,” Theron murmurs, his voice a low growl vibrating against my skin. His hands settle on my thighs, strong and steady, while I’m hovering just above his mouth.

A wave of uncertainty crashes over me. What am I doing?

“I…” My voice is barely a whisper as I hesitate. “Theron…”

“Shh…” His thumbs brush soothing circles along my bikini line, but his eyes remain locked on mine—dark, hungry. His lips curve into a wicked smile. “I’ve got you.”

Then he pulls me down.

The moment his mouth meets me, everything changes.

A gasp rips from my throat, my head falling back as his tongue slides against me, soft at first, a gentle tease. An inferno floods through me, and I instinctively try to draw away, but his grasp tightens on my thighs, holding me exactly where he wants me.

“Stay,” he growls softly. “Let me devour you, little moon.”

My body obeys before my mind catches up, surrendering to the sensation as his tongue moves with slow, devastating wickedness. Soft strokes, then firm, teasing circles that leave me breathless.

“Oh… Gods,” I breathe as my hips rock against him. The wet heat of his mouth, the way he sucks my lips, leaves me with unrelenting focus—it’s too much and not enough, all at once.

“Theron…” I gasp, my tone a breathless plea. I can’t believe I’m doing this—straddling his face—but I’m powerless to stop.

I don’t want to stop.

“Fuck, you taste so sweet,” he growls against me, the words muffled but sending a shiver through me. He’s never gone down on me before, and now I wonder why I didn’t ask him to do it earlier.

His tongue dips deeper, pushing into me, and I’m shaking all over, moaning louder, rocking my hips.

My thighs clench around his head, a strangled grunt escaping me as fire coils tighter and tighter in my core. His tongue flicks the sensitive spot that leaves me arching.

“Don’t stop doing that. Oh my Gods…” I whimper, my hips moving with a mind of their own. “I… I can’t…”

“Yes, you can.” His voice is rough, vibrating through me as he devours me with renewed intensity. “Let go, Lyra. Give it to me. Come all over my face, beautiful. I fucking need this!”

The command shatters whatever control I had left.

I break.

My body bows, a strangled cry tearing from my lips as my release crashes over me like a tidal wave. Desire pulses through me violently, my legs quaking as Theron holds me steady, his tongue licking me so fast I scream.

I can’t breathe. I can’t think. All I can do is feel.

My fingers tighten in his hair, my body trembling as the last aftershocks ripple through me. I’m boneless, weightless, completely undone.

And yet… he doesn’t stop.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with praise and raw hunger as he presses one last kiss against my spread lips, making me cry for more. “But I’m not done with you yet, little moon.”

I’m gasping for air as he gently guides me down, and I kneel on the blanket beside him. My limbs feel like jelly, my mind spinning, and I’m buzzing all over, every nerve alight with the aftermath of what he just did to me.

“That was…” I trail off as a soft purr escapes my lips. “Incredible.”

Theron’s hands never leave me, one trailing lazily down my side, the other brushing along my thigh, possessive and steady. His smile is devious, his lips, nose, and chin glistening.

“Oh, Lyra…” His voice is a low, dangerous drawl that makes my core clench all over again. Before I can ask what he’s thinking, his body shifts as he pulls himself up. He sits back against the cool stone wall, his broad chest rising and falling rapidly.

Then his strong hand wraps around mine, tugging me effortlessly toward him.

“You’re too far away,” he growls softly, dragging me onto his lap, my legs instinctively straddling his hips as he sits with his legs outstretched. His cock presses against me, where I’m slick from my orgasm.

“I’m ready,” I whisper, my hands finding purchase on his shoulders, but his grip on my waist tightens, pulling me flush against him. Heat burns off his skin.

“Fuck, Lyra… do you have any idea how good you taste?”

I smile like a fool, yet the dark savageness in his expression has me pressing myself against him, needing to feel him skin to skin.

“So, so sweet,” he murmurs, kissing me along my jaw. “And sinful at the same time.” His mouth trails down my neck, making me quiver. “When you came on my tongue… You drenched me, little moon. And I fucking loved being covered in you.”

I gasp, my body buzzing as the ache between my thighs reignites.

“I could’ve stayed between your thighs all night,” he growls, his hands on my rear. “Tasting you. Feeling you. Owning you.”

A blush creeps down my neck. “I like it when you talk dirty.” My words are barely above a whisper, but it’s enough. “It… turns me on.”

“Good. Because I fucking adore saying it to you.”

His touch slides to my waist, bringing me closer until I’m grinding against his erection.

“Now… I want to feel all of you.”

My body tenses as I realize what he’s asking. The hard press of him against me leaves no doubt.

I moan, my heart pounding. “I… I don’t know…”

“Shh…” His lips brush against my jaw, his tone softer now, full of gentle reassurance. “I’ll help you, Lyra. Let me. Will you let me do that?”

I blink, drawing in a sharp breath. “Yes, I think I’m ready.”

His hands slide down to my hips, positioning me perfectly over him, the tip of him pressing just barely inside my entrance. I tense, instinctively trying to pull back, but his grip holds me steady, his touch gentle but firm.

“Slow, little moon.” His words are full of raw control, his thumb stroking lazy circles against my hip. “Take your time.”

I bite my lip as I gradually lower myself onto him, inch by inch. The stretch is intense—an ache that makes me pause, my breath hitching. My nails dig into his shoulders, and my forehead rests against his as I try to focus on breathing.

“Relax,” he murmurs. “You’re doing so well.”

I shift slightly, feeling him push deeper, and the burn eases just enough for the pleasure to start edging in. The ache is there.

“Almost there, little moon.” His voice is strained, his jaw clenched as if he’s holding himself back. His eyes, so dark, so full of want, are locked on mine. “You feel so fucking perfect.”

When I finally take him fully, a strangled moan escapes me as I adjust to the overwhelming sensation. I feel stretched, filled, fucking amazing.

“Oh, it’s…”

“That’s it,” he growls softly, his hands flexing on my hips. “You’re taking me so well.”

I try to move, but he holds me still, giving me a moment to shift around. His lips find mine, a kiss grounding me in the moment.

“Move for me, Lyra,” he murmurs against my lips. “Ride me.”

Drawing in fast breaths, I slowly start to move, my hips rolling instinctively. The initial discomfort fades, replaced by a deep, aching pleasure that coils tight in my core.

“Fuck…” Theron’s guttural groan tears from his throat as I take him deeper. “Just like that, little moon.”

The friction is intoxicating, and soon, I’m moving with more confidence. His lips find my breast, sucking my nipple into his mouth, and I cry out, my body arching as pleasure spikes through me.

“Theron…” I moan as he lavishes attention on me, teeth on my nipples, making it hurt just enough to make me shiver.

I’m moving faster now, grinding down on him with desperate urgency.

“I… I’m…” My voice hitches as the pleasure crashes through me again, my body convulsing as I come undone, coming so hard my world turns to stars. But Theron doesn’t stop.

“Good girl… but I’m not done.” He holds my hips harder, guiding me through the aftershocks. I’m overly sensitive, my body shaking, but the hunger on his face tells me he’s far from satisfied.

“I’m not sure I can…” I gasp, but he doesn’t let up, his pace relentless as he drives me higher all over again.

“Yes, you can,” he growls, his grip unwavering. “I’m going to make you come again, little moon. I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

I can’t stop. My body responds to his every touch, and just as another climax starts to build, I hear his strained voice, rough and raw with need.

“I want to fill you, Lyra…” His jaw clenches, his control fraying as his hips drive up into me. “I want to mark you as mine.”

His words push me closer, but a sliver of uncertainty pierces the haze.

“Theron, wait.” My words are shaky, my mind struggling to think clearly through the fog of pleasure. “No…” I press a hand against his chest, my breath ragged as I shake my head. “Not yet…”

His growl vibrates through me, full of frustration and barely restrained control, but he listens. His grip tightens as he pulls out, his cock slick and throbbing, and before I can think, I slide off his lap, my body moving on instinct.

“Lyra, fuck, don’t do this,” he growls, but when I meet his gaze, I see the arousal there.

“I want to taste you ,” I whisper, surprising myself with the boldness in my tone.

“Fuck, Lyra…”

I kneel between his legs, lowering myself until I’m eye level with his hard, throbbing cock. I wrap my fingers around him, and he’s wet from me. My touch is tentative at first, but when I hear his sharp intake of breath, confidence surges through me.

I press my lips over his tip, inhaling his muskiness as well as mine. He tastes salty and sweet, and I moan softly at the sensation. His hand slides into my hair, not pushing, just guiding. I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I move slowly, savoring the power of making him come undone. There’s something so rewarding about making a strong man like Theron fall under your spell.

“Fuck…” His head falls back against the wall. “You’re so fucking perfect… taking me so well, little moon.”

I move faster, my tongue swirling around him, my lips tightening, never stopping, not even when his tip hits the back of my throat and my eyes tear up. His hand cups the back of my head. I don’t want to disappoint. I want him to never forget this moment… me.

His groans turn into ragged curses.

“I wish I hadn’t hit my head,” he groans. “Or I’d pin you to the ground and fuck you until you screamed.” His voice is low and dangerous.

I hum softly around him, and that’s all it takes. His body stiffens, a guttural growl tearing from his throat as he comes, filling my mouth with his hot seed. The taste of him floods me, and I rapidly swallow. It feels messy and chaotic, but I love the feeling of him losing control because of me. It’s intoxicating.

When I finally pull back and sit on my heels, my lips swollen and my insides thrumming, he stares, filled with awe, desire, and love.

“My little moon.” He reaches over and cradles my jaw.

“You’re mine forever, little moon.”

He means every word. I can feel it in my bones. Gods, I’ve longed to hear them, but this isn’t just about us. Loving him risks everything—my pack, our future, all the lives tied to mine. And still, I hate how much of me already belongs to him.