Breed Me Cursed Alpha (Lyra and Ronan) novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43

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I don’t give her time to second-guess herself. I turn back toward the bed slowly, letting the silence stretch, letting her feel it. My gaze drags over her, unhurried, like I’m choosing her all over again.

“Greedy,” I murmur, just soft enough to make her breath hitch. “You make demands like you don’t know what they do to me.”

I stop at the edge of the mattress and lean down, close enough that my shadow falls over her. “Lie back,” I tell her, gentle but unmistakable. “Do exactly that.”

She does.

The sight of her there nearly unravels me. Open. Trusting. Beautiful in a way that feels dangerous.

I straighten, heartbeat loud in my ears.

I groan at the mete sight of her. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

The air in the chamber suddenly thickens with her scent, that intoxicating bloom of arousal rolling off Lyra in waves, sweet and musky, like wild honey laced with the sharp tang of need. My mate lies there on the sheets, her body arched just enough to make my jaw clench, thighs parted in silent invitation.

She’s smiling, her her wild around her, looking at me with dark hooded eyes, and fuck, it takes everything in me not to rip my clothes off and fuck her right now. But I won’t. I can’t. Marking her would shatter the last threads of my control, unleash the beast during her heat, and flood her with my seed. The risk-her body breaking under the curse of our line, the pregnancy that could tear her apart-it’s a blade at her throat. I protect what’s mine, even if it means starving the hunger gnawing at my gut.

I stay fully clothed, jeans tight against the throbbing ache of my cock, shirt clinging to my sweat-damp chest. It’s in purpose, this barrier-reminding me who’s in charge, not the wolf clawing inside. Cain snarls low in my mind, his presence a hot coal in my veins, but I shove him down. Not yet. Never like that.

She bites her lip and makes a small sound that shoots straight to my cock.

“You want me to mark you?” I ask, my voice hardening as Cain surfaces.

“Yes…please.”

“Then take off your clothes,” I say.

She tears through every piece of clothing on her body until she’s bare, then hesitates, suddenly shy, arms crossing loosely as if she’s not sure where to put herself. Her cheeks warm, her gaze drops, and she gives a small, almost nervous smile, like she can’t quite believe she’s really lying there, seen and chosen all at once.

“Lie back down and spread your legs fir me. I want to see you.”

I lift my hand before she can overthink it, my voice dropping, warm and sure.

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“All the way down,” I tell her, eyes never leaving hers. Not rushed. Not sharp. Just confident, like I already know she’ll obey. “Don’t curl in on yourself. Let the bed have you.”

I step closer as she lowers herself, slow, careful, watching her settle into the sheets. “That’s it,” I murmur, approval threaded through the words. “Lie very still. Let me look at you.”

She does, breath shallow, eyes bright.

And the sight of her like that nearly ruins me.

Kneeling between her legs, I grip her thighs, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh, feeling her tremble under my hands. Her breath hitches, a soft whimper that shoots straight to my groin. Proximity like this-her heat- soaked pussy inches from my face-it’s torture. I lean in slow, inhaling deep, letting her aroma flood me: musky arousal, the faint salt of her skin, the untouched purity that’s driving me insane. “Look at you, little mate,” I growl, voice rough with restraint, lips brushing the inside of her knee. “So fucking wet for your Alpha, aren’t you? That virgin cunt dripping just for me, begging to be tasted.”

She gasps, hips shifting, her fingers twisting in the sheets. Her eyes lock on mine, dark and pleading, cheeks flushed with the fire of her heat. ‘Ronan… please,’ she breathes, the sound ragged, pulling at the possessive beast in me. I want to devour her, make her scream my name until the walls shake. But control. Always control.

My mouth waters as I trail kisses up her inner thigh, teeth grazing just enough to mark without breaking skin. Her scent intensifies, pussy clenching visibly, slick glistening on her folds. Virgin perfection-pink and swollen, untouched lips parting like they were made for my tongue. I blow a hot breath over her core, watching her shudder, the way her clit peeks out, hard and needy. “This pretty pussy is mine,” I murmur, possessive heat lacing every word. “I’m gonna eat it slow, make you soak my face, but I won’t fuck you. Not yet. You feel that ache building? That’s me owning you without giving in.”

Her response is a moan, low and desperate, thighs quivering as she tries to press closer. The sound echoes in my skull, fueling the war inside-want her, take her, protect her. Cain stirs again, a rumble vibrating through my chest. ‘Weak, he snarls internally, voice like gravel. ‘She’s ready. Mark her. Fill her.’ I grit my teeth, ignoring him, focusing on her breath-shallow pants that sync with my own restrained exhales.

I flatten my tongue and drag it up her slit in one long, deliberate lick, savoring the tangy flood of her arousal coating my taste buds. Fuuuuck, she’s sweet, virgin essence bursting on my tongue, making my cock strain painfully against my pants. No release for me. This is for her, to ease her heat without crossing the line; give her just enough so that she’ll forget what she actually asked off of me.

I lap at her folds, slow circles around her entrance, teasing the tight ring that clenches hungrily. Her hips buck, a cry spilling from her lips-Ronan!’-and I pin her down with one hand on her hip, the other sliding one finger along her slickness.

“That’s it, mate,” I rasp against her clit, sucking it gently between my lips, feeling it pulse under the pressure. “Let your Alpha taste how bad you need this. Your little hole fluttering for my fingers-gonna slide them in now, stretch you just enough to remember who you belong to.” I push one finger inside her, slow, feeling the velvet grip of her walls clamp down, hot and impossibly tight. She’s soaking, juices dripping down my hand, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room-schlick, schlick-as I pump gently, curling to hit that spot that

makes her arch.

Her breaths come in sharp bursts, chest heaving, nipples hard peaks. Proximity kills me; her thighs bracket my head, muscles tensing as I add a second finger, scissoring them to open her up. The scent of her ramps up,

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arousal thick enough to choke on, mingling with my own musk leaking through my clothes. I growl into her pussy, vibrations humming through her core, and she keens, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. “More… gods, Ronan, don’t stop,” she begs, voice breaking, body writhing under my mouth.

I won’t stop. Not until she’s teetering on the brink, desperate and owned. My tongue flicks her clit relentlessly now, fingers thrusting deeper, faster, the pace escalating as her walls flutter wildly. She’s close-I feel it in the way her breaths stutter, her moans turning to sobs of pleasure. “Fuck, you’re gripping me so tight, Lyra,” I groan, pulling back just enough to watch her pussy clench around my fingers, slick coating my wrist. “This cunt was made for me. Imagine my cock here instead, splitting you open-but no. I’m holding back for you, mate. Making you cum on my tongue like a good girl.”

Her response shatters me—a high whine, hips grinding against my face, chasing the release I’m building. Sweat beads on her skin, her scent overwhelming, every inhale pulling me deeper into the frenzy. Cain’s presence swells, pressing against my mind like a battering ram. ‘Liar,’ he mocks, laughter dark and vicious. ‘You’re dying to knot her, flood that womb. She’s ripe, Ronan. Mark her thigh, bite deep, make her ours forever. I shake it off, focusing on her- the way her clit throbs under my lips, her breaths ragged pleas. One more suck, fingers curling hard-

She’s there, teetering, body coiling tight as a bowstring. ‘Ronan-I’m-‘ Her words cut off in a gasp, pussy spasming around my fingers, so close I can taste her climax on the air.

And then Cain slams in.

The world fractures. His fury erupts like a storm in my skull, claws raking my thoughts, vision blurring as he surges forward. ‘Enough!’ he roars, voice overlapping mine, body seizing under the assault. My fingers still inside her, but I can’t move-his dominance floods me, hot and unrelenting, cock pulsing with his demand. ‘You toy with our mate like a pup. She’s screaming for the mark. I’ll give it-sink my teeth into that soft inner thigh, right where her pulse begs for it. Claim her properly, breed her, end this torment.’

No. Fuck no. Terror grips me, sharper than any claw-losing control means losing her, the bond twisting into something that destroys. I fight him, muscles locking, breaths heaving as I try to pull my fingers free, to retreat. But Cain’s strong, resentment boiling over years of my restraint. ‘Pathetic Alpha,’ he sneers, pushing harder, my jaws aching with the urge to bite, to mark that tender flesh inches from my mouth. Her scent taunts us both, her body still trembling on the edge, waiting-

‘Ronan?’ Lyra’s voice pierces the chaos, confused, needy, her hand reaching for me.

Cain laughs, a brutal sound echoing in my chest.

I yank my mouth away at the last second, fingers slipping free with a wet pop, leaving her hanging, quivering on the precipice. “No!” I snarl aloud, half to her, half to the beast inside, chest heaving as I shove back from the bed. Lyra whimpers, confused and aching, hips still rolling in empty air, so close to release but denied.

eyes flutter

open, pleading-Ronan, why? Please, I was-

Her

Because I won’t lose you, I think fiercely, but Cain laughs dark in my skull, the sound echoing like thunder. He’s not done. Far from it. The threat builds, his presence coiling tighter, ready to lunge, to force the mark that could destroy us both.

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