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Ronan grabbed the loose bun at the nape of her neck, holding it firmly in his grasp. “Nope. This is my body tonight. I touch what I want, how I want. I decide when you get to come.”

  Moira shivered against him in response to his rough words. “Oh God.”

  “I think you like that idea. Don't you, Moira?” His lips grazed over the side of her throat.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Who knew there was such a dirty little girl under that cool exterior?” he said rhetorically, his grip on her hair tightening infinitesimally. “Just begging to be owned. Desperate to be controlled.”

  When she moaned, he slid his hand out of her shorts and released her hair. Taking a step back, Ronan said, “Your clothes. Take them off. You're definitely not gonna need them for what I have in mind.”

  He watched as she stepped forward and, with shaky hands, pulled the tank top over her head. She was equal parts interested and afraid. He could see a little bit of fear in her eyes. That wouldn't do at all.

  When she had completely stripped, he reached up to touch her cheek. “If it's too much, or if I do something you don't like, tell me to stop. I want you excited. I want you nervous. I don't ever want you to be afraid of me.”

  She gave him a jerky nod, then relaxed her shoulders. “I'm not afraid of you. I should be, probably, but I'm not.”

  “Good.” With nothing else left to say, he stripped off his own shirt and added it to the pile on the floor.

  In the dim light of the kitchen, he could take her in. Christ, she was beautiful. And for tonight at least, she was his. He felt his wolf all but sigh in satisfaction at the thought.

  Refocusing his attention, Ronan circled her, his eyes taking in every dip and curve. He could tell by the sound of her shallow breathing that the anticipation was getting to her. He could already scent her need.

  Her eyes were clouded with lust when he finally stopped in front of her. Ronan slid his hands into her hair and pulled her up against him, taking her mouth in an almost savage kiss. His tongue swept into her mouth as he crushed her up against his chest.

  Ronan couldn't stop his groan when he felt her hand reach down to rub against his cock. Much as he enjoyed it, she was clearly trying to hurry things along. He couldn't have that. Not tonight. They'd be doing things on his time table.

  Pulling back, Ronan said, “Well, it wasn't on the original agenda, cupcake, but now I've got a problem.”

  She blinked in confusion for a moment, but he could see the moment it registered. Her grin wide, she looked down at the erection straining against his gym shorts and bit her lip. “I'd say that's a really big problem you've got there.”

  His lips twitched as he suggested, “Why don't you kneel down and take care of it for me?”

  Once she knelt before him, he slid down his gym shorts and tossed them into the ever growing pile of clothing. He took his throbbing erection in hand, stroking it gently while he watched her. “Keep your eyes open, Moira. Got it?”

  When she nodded, he said, “Good girl. Now, I'm going to fuck your beautiful mouth until I come. I want you to swallow every drop for me.”

  He rubbed the head of his cock against her lips, smearing the pre-cum over her bottom lip. “Open,” he commanded. When she complied, he added, “Lick it for me. Like that, baby. Get it wet.”

  He watched as her pink tongue circled the head of his cock, licking at the slit and the sensitive underside. Moving his hands to her hair, Ronan let her run her lips and tongue up the length of him. Once his cock was slippery and almost throbbing, he said, “Now, suck.”

  When she finally enveloped him in her hot little mouth, he let out a groan. This wasn't the first time she'd sucked his cock, but he couldn't remember a blowjob ever feeling quite like this. He hissed when she brought a hand up to cup his balls. Christ. At this rate, he wasn't going to last.

  His hand tightened in her hair with a groan when she began to swirl her tongue along the underside of his cock with each pass. His head tilted back, enjoying the intense sensations rolling through him. “That's it. Just like that.”

  When it all became too much, he stilled her movements entirely. Then he began to rock his hips gently, guiding the motion himself. His gaze trained on her, he watched his cock as it slid in and out of her hot little mouth.

  While he'd taken control of the movements, it had been a desperate attempt to slow the whole process down. How wrong he had been! He could still feel the tension rapidly building at the base of his spine. “Fuck, Moira. That feels so fucking good. When I come down your pretty throat, are you going to get me hard again?”

  Moira moaned in response, and that only made it worse. The low vibrations almost set him off. Her hand still gently massaged his balls. She watched him, her eyes shining. The little minx seemed to revel in the fact that he was about to lose it.

  “Gonna come, Moira,” he warned, his hips picking up speed. His cock gave a violent jerk as she gave him one last squeeze. “Fuck,” he cried out, shooting rope after rope of cum down her throat.

  In all of his years, he was certain he'd never come so much. He'd shot what felt like gallons down her throat. His good girl. She'd swallowed it all.

  His whole body was tingling. His legs far more wobbly than he'd like to admit, he released her hair and pulled his softening cock out of her mouth. The first thing he noticed when the slightly fuzzy world around him began to come back into focus was Moira. She gazed up at him, her eyes filled with need. He could only imagine the state she must be in.

  A relaxed smile pulled across his lips when he was finally able to speak again. “Now take your sexy ass into the bedroom, baby.” He focused on the microwave clock for a moment before he added, “I've got just about three and a half more hours left before sunrise. Let's see how many times I can make you come before you beg me to stop.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  She scrambled to her feet, beyond caring if she looked too eager. Her arousal had been dripping down her thighs for the last fifteen minutes. If she didn't come soon, she was going to implode. When Ronan stepped forward, scooping her up and tossing her over his shoulder, she let out a surprised squeak. “Ronan,” she complained. “Put me down!”

  In response, he merely kept moving after he gave her a quick smack on the ass, ignoring her disgruntled cry. “This body is mine till morning, cupcake,” he reminded her.

  Christ. Everything about this man turned her on. Even that somewhat demeaning slap on the ass, if she was going to be honest with herself. Was that even normal?

  Ronan broke into her thoughts when he tossed her on the bed. Before she could even register the quick movement, he was on top of her, his mouth locked on hers. In spite of her confused irritation, she wrapped her arms around his neck and sank into the wild kiss.

  Slowly, he worked his way down her body, his tongue dragging along the side of her throat. He spent long minutes nipping and sucking at the sensitive bit of skin where her neck and her shoulder met. Her back arched, she moaned his name softly.

  When his thigh wedged between hers, she rolled her hips against it, desperate for any friction against her aching sex. Ronan lifted his mouth and said, “Be still.”

  “Ronan. Please,” she panted, her hips rocking of their own volition.

  “Please, what? Slide my cock inside your needy little cunt?”

  “Yes,” she all but shouted, exasperated.

  Leaning back, he propped himself up on his elbow. “You might wanna be nice, cupcake. I haven't even decided if I'm going to let you come tonight.”

  “Let me?” she asked incredulously. “I don't know if there's gonna be a ‘let me,’ Ronan. At this point, a slight breeze would set me off.”

  “Hmm. Let's see about that. Shall we?” He grinned as he worked his way down her body.

  Gently, his tongue began to lap at her inner thigh, licking away the moisture. He made soft sounds of pleasure, obviously enjoying the taste of her. He eventually moved on to the lips of her pussy, his tongue every so often slipp
ing between her folds to tease her. Moira silently willed him to stop teasing her. Her thighs were shaking when she finally felt his fingers spread her apart. A gentle stream of warm air rushed against her swollen clit. “Ronan,” she moaned. It wasn't enough sensation to push her over the edge, but it certainly amplified her need.

  “Guess you need a little more than a soft breeze,” he said, his breath puffing against her swollen clit. “How about this, love?”

  Something in her chest tightened at his use of the endearment. A part of her desperately wanted it to be true. She wanted to be his love. And, as stupid as it was, when he'd told her that her body belonged to him, she wanted it to be so.

  The feel of his mouth latching on to her throbbing clit effectively stopped her thoughts in their tracks. She screamed as release tore through her system, the achy tension seeming to go on and on. He continued to gently trace his tongue over her until she shook against him.

  She lost track of how many times she came, shuddering against his hand and mouth. Eventually, when her clit was too sensitive to the touch, she begged, “Ronan, please!”

  Ronan raised his head up, a hand swiping across his mouth to wipe away the evidence of her arousal. He sat up, resting on his knees, and considered for a moment. His eyes were heavy-lidded when he finally said, “Up. On all fours for me.”

  Despite her protesting muscles, she managed to get her body positioned in front of him. She gave a sigh of relief when he pushed down lightly between her shoulder blades. As her upper body came to rest on the mattress, she turned her face to the side. Her cheek was pressed against the comforter, her messy hair partially undone now.

  He stroked the hair that had come out of her ponytail holder back, pushing it out of her face. “There's my pretty girl,” he said softly.

  Moira felt another lurch somewhere in the vicinity of her heart, but it was quickly forgotten when she felt the head of his cock rubbing against her achy slit. “Inside me, please,” she begged, all at once regretting the position she was in. She had no leverage all, so she was helpless to ease the growing need inside her.

  Ronan finally took pity on her and gave her what she wanted. He filled the hollow ache inside her inch by inch until his balls tapped against her. “Oh fuck,” she cried.

  “Shit, Moira,” he groaned, pulling back slowly. The movement of his cock slowly dragging along her inner walls was pure heaven. “You're so tight, baby. I don't want to hurt you.”

  “You're not going to hurt me. Please. Fuck me like you own me, Ronan!”

  He hesitated for a split second before his fingers dug into her hips. He slammed into her, then began to fuck her in quick, short strokes. His pace ramped up until it was almost brutal. “I do, till morning,” he grunted out.

  Moira propped the upper half of her body up, wrapping her hands around the headboard, and began to push back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. “Ronan,” she cried as he plunged into her even deeper with this new angle.

  He reached forward, grabbing what was left of the bun at the nape of her neck. Jerking it back toward him, he grunted, “Is that what you wanted, baby?”

  “Yes,” she panted. “I've been thinking about your cock buried in my pussy since this morning.”

  The grip on her hair tightened, causing her to cry out. “Who's pussy?”

  “Oh God. It's yours,” she cried out on a jagged breath. The way that he handled her, his rough hands pulling at her hair, it should have been shocking. Instead, it added fuel to the already raging fire inside her. Her whole body shook with unfulfilled need.

  “Then fucking say it, Moira. Tell me who this pussy belongs to! Tell me who owns this fucking body,” he commanded, out of breath as he continued to slam into her relentlessly.

  She moaned as another orgasm tore through her. “You do! It's yours. Fuck. For as long as you want it, it's yours. Just don't stop fucking me!”

  He released her hair and anchored his hands on her waist once again. Ronan continued to fuck her, his pace merciless, until she fell apart around him once more, screaming so loudly her voice went hoarse. Only then did he allow himself to let go, coming inside her.

  Together, they collapsed in a heap of tangled limbs. Moira had never felt so sated. She had never been so exhausted either. He really hadn't been kidding when he said he wouldn't go easy on her.

  Ronan rubbed a hand over her hip and, though out of breath, said, “Goddamn.”

  She laughed, for lack of a better response and then tried to right herself on the bed so she could stretch out.

  With a little groaning and complaining, they managed to eventually make it under the covers. She was tucked up against his side, her eyelids drooping with exhaustion, when he finally asked, “Did you mean it?”

  She didn't even pretend to misunderstand his question. “It's a lot to take in, but...I think so.”

  “Take your time, love,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to her brow. “You don't need to make any decisions right this second. It's enough for me to know you're not ruling anything out.”

  There was that word again. Love. Was that even possible at this point? Right now, when she was curled into his side, enjoying the feel of his fingers running up and down her spine, she supposed it could be. She wondered if that feeling would last in the light of day.

  ****

  Moira wiped off one of the newly vacated tables, and then tossed the empty bottles into the recycling. Though it was pretty early, the bar was already packed. This life she'd been living recently might be a little different than what she had originally planned for herself, but she couldn't remember being happier. Tonight, she was going to tell Ronan that she loved him. It had only been a few weeks, but she knew. Tonight, she'd tell him that she wanted him to claim her.

  She wouldn't let the looming threat of her father bring her down. He'd been subtly harassing them in small ways. She was tired of being afraid, though. Moira just wanted to live her life. And no matter what that life turned out to be, she was certain that she wanted Ronan in it.

  With a grin, she slid behind the bar. Leaning over, Moira dug at the back of the cooler until she located the bottles she was looking for. She gave a squeal when she felt Ronan grab a handful of her ass. She stood up and teased, “That's sexual harassment!”

  “Only if you don't want it, baby,” he replied, grinning back at her. He lowered his voice and added, “And we both know you want it.”

  Moira shot him a coquettish look from under her lashes and asked, “I've got a break coming up soon. You gonna give it to me?”

  With a groan, Ronan let his eyes cruise up and down her body slowly, taking in every inch of her. His eyes filled with promise, he said, “You're gonna need more than a half hour for what I've got in mind.”

  “Jesus Christ,” Ty piped up from a few feet away. “Get a room, you two. Much more of this and I'm gonna need a cold shower!”

  “Sorry, Ty,” she apologized. “Your Ms. Right will come along one day.”

  Ty snorted. “Shit. I'll settle for Miss Right Now, thank you kindly.”

  Moira rolled her eyes, popped off the lids, and then sidled around the end of the bar to drop off her drinks. As she reached her table, the door to the bar opened, blinding her momentarily. When she was finally able to focus again, her world began to crumble.

  Two police officers immediately approached her. One of them asked, “Moira Devereaux?””

  “Yes,” she said hesitantly, setting down the beers. “Can I help you?”

  The police officer reached out and took her arm. Carefully, he said, “I'm Officer Ramirez. This is my partner, Officer Thomas. We're with the Lorelei PD. Miss, you're going to need to come with us.”

  The whole bar went deadly quiet with the exception of the jukebox.

  “But, why? I haven't done anything wrong.” She attempted to pull her arm out of his grasp. Her heart sank when his hand locked around her wrist. This had her father written all over it.

  “It's been brought to our attenti
on that you're a possible danger to yourself and to those around you. The State of Florida Statute 394 requires that you submit yourself for psychiatric testing and evaluation.”

  “Wait a minute,” Ronan said, coming around the bar. “What the hell are you talking about? A danger to who? This is my bar. You can't just—”

  “No,” she shouted, trying to wrench her arm out of his ever tightening hold. “I'm not going anywhere with you. I don't need any exam.” She looked to Ronan and added, “This has to be my father.”

  “Baby—” Ronan began.

  One of the officers jerked her arm behind her back and said, “If you don't comply with our request, we can compel you to do so. We cannot allow you to be a danger to yourself or anyone around you, Miss Devereaux. You'll need to come with us.”

  “Ouch, Jesus! Is this really necessary?”

  “Perhaps you shouldn't have resisted,” he said, slapping a handcuff on her wrist.

  “You're hurting her, goddammit,” Ronan roared, closing the scant distance between himself and the cops quickly. The men at the table she had been serving jumped up to grab him and hold him back. “Let me the fuck go!” he yelled, struggling against them. “They're fucking hurting her!”

  “Ronan,” she screamed as they dragged her toward the door, not even bothering with the other cuff. She tried to jerk herself from the officer's hold to go to Ronan. Another set of large arms circled him from behind. Suddenly, she felt herself slamming headlong into a wall of pain, her muscles going rigid and completely immobile. She vaguely heard a pained scream, but before she could even begin to register that it was her own, everything faded to blessed darkness.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Ronan blinked himself awake, his head throbbing and his jaw aching as he came to in slow increments. He found himself on his office couch with no memory of how he'd gotten there. All at once, tonight's events hit him like a freight train. Moira!

  He rubbed a hand over his face. Fuck! Her piece of shit father had gotten her Baker Acted. She'd been fucking tased. What kind of monster did that to his child? Ronan stood up, ignoring the nausea and pounding of his head, with murder on his mind. His wolf was filled with a primal rage like he had never experienced before. He was going to tear John Devereaux limb from bloody limb before the night was over.