Chapter 23. Lex
It took about a minute for Billy to explain that the moment the taxi had arrived, she’d scented Chad and immediately shifted, her only thought to find me. It took a further minute for Jake to smugly tell me that his instinct that there was something fishy with a taxi being so close to the coven was correct and that I should apologize for calling him Sherlock, which I dutifully did not indulge. At the three-minute mark was when I noticed my mother wore a grin so wide it made her look like the Joker as she glanced between her son and Billy, evidently catching on that Billy was his fated mate. Minute four was when I realized that Jake had absolutely no idea that Billy was his mate, because he excused himself to take a phone call from Priscilla, causing a flash of anger to cross Billy’s face, followed swiftly by tears pricking in the corners of her eyes. After five minutes, I’d calmed down enough to wrap my arms around Billy, making a silent promise that I would do everything within my power to knock some sense into my brother’s rock-filled head.
It took a further twenty minutes for Billy to politely refuse every offer my parents made to try to get her to stay. It was only when Billy accepted a phone call from her dad and had to explain why she’d missed her flight that my parents finally gave up.
Lochran and I walked Billy back to our house, where thankfully the taxi driver still remained, surrounded by concerned neighbors offering him his third cup of tea laced with a calming draft. It seemed to have worked, for the taxi driver smiled blandly at Billy as she approached. Billy, still wearing my brother’s T-shirt, reached into one of the bags she’d abandoned and shimmied into a pair of leggings.
She made a final promise that she’d try her best to get away from the pack to look after the house for us, throwing her arms around me once more before clambering into the taxi. Only when the taxi had disappeared into the darkness and our neighbors had filtered back into their homes did we make our way up the steps to the porch.
The front door swung open, creaking giddily on its hinges. In the next moment, Lochran had swept me into a bridal lift, causing a giggle to escape my lips and the house to creak and moan in enjoyment. I looped my arms around his neck as he crossed the threshold, carrying me with ease up the stairs, through his bedroom and into the bathroom, where the house already had a steaming shower ready for us.
Lochran placed me gently on the floor, facing the steam-edged mirror as he stood proudly behind me. It was the first time I’d seen us together, and, disregarding the blood, we did make a perfect pair. I hadn’t realized just how tall he was, or just how soft his features were when he looked at me, nothing but pride and admiration in his eyes.
Lochran didn’t have to say anything for me to know that he wanted me to look at myself, to see how far I’d come in just a few short days.
I had looked at myself in this very mirror only a few hours ago. I’d been proud of my change then, but now that the trial was over and I knew Chad could never hurt anyone again, I finally recognized my old self once more. Life, hope, and love had returned to my eyes, and I realized I matched my mate’s look of pride and admiration.
We didn’t have to have the conversation to know that the mating bond had solidified between us. We didn’t have to declare our love for one another or let each other know that there were no longer any boundaries left between us.
It was all conveyed in the image reflecting back at us.
Only when the mirror steamed up did we finally move. Lochran’s fingers were light as a feather as he undressed me before making quick work of his clothing. The moment the bloodied clothes hit the floor, the house magicked them away.
My mate opened the shower curtain and held my hand as I climbed into the cramped avocado bath. The hot water hit my skin, and I let out an uncontrollable sigh. Lochran reached behind me, grabbing the soap and lathering his hands. I watched in fascination as the blood frothed in the suds at my feet as Lochran took his time, running his fingers gently over every inch of me, careful not to miss a spot.
His cock was stiff, but he refused to let me touch him. It was as if he craved to know every curve of me intimately... and I found I was rather inclined to return the favor. Lochran kneeled before me, his forehead pressed between my breasts and directly over my heart as I ran my fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. His breathing was slow and content as my fingers rubbed into his neck and shoulders, tracing lightly over the swell of muscle that blended the supple skin of his back to the scaled shadow wings.
There was a level of ingenuity needed for Lochran to position himself to give me access to his wings, but he practically shivered in delight as I reached the membranous skin between the scaled bones, tracing the mottled marks left from the lightning strike.
We took turns getting to know each other’s bodies until the house decided we’d used enough hot water and turned the shower off. Lochran patted my hair dry with a towel before wrapping me in one, then himself.
He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I’ll wait for you in the bedroom while you dry your hair.”
I made a quick pass over my hair with the blow-dryer, just enough that it wouldn’t stick to my body when I inevitably got into bed with my mate. The moment I switched it off, Lochran’s amused voice called from the bedroom.
“Um, Lex? Any chance you can help me out here?”
I peered into the bedroom, and an uncontrollable giggle passed my lips as I took in the sight before me. Lochran was lying in the middle of the bed, his towel precariously in place as his arms stretched the length of the headboard, each wrist attached to the black silk bonds. His mouth was pulled into a mischievous grin that had heat pooling in my core .
“What happened here?”
“I was just musing out loud that I wanted you to feel in control for our first time together, and the next thing I knew, the house had me pinned to the bed.”
I sauntered to the end of the bed, my hips swaying as I loosened the knot of my towel. “You should know by now, mate, that you ought to be careful what you say in this house. For example, wet towels have no place in a bedroom.” The moment I loosened the towel from my chest, it disappeared, as did Lochran’s. His cock was thick and ready, pulsing with need as I climbed between his legs.
Lochran groaned as I swept the precum from his tip with one swipe of my finger, placing it between my lips and sucking hard. My voice was a soft whisper as I practically moaned, “My mate tastes like... more.”
I let my breath roll over him before my tongue flicked into his slit, causing his body to jerk and another low growl to peal from him. I lapped hungrily at the swell of precum that beaded from his slit before sheathing him to the back of my throat in one smooth movement.
“Oh, fuck, Lex.” His voice was barely a whisper.
A shiver of pleasure pulsed through me as Lochran’s fingers twitched. I knew he wanted to run his fingers through my hair and guide me onto his dick like he had the night before. And, as much as I loved him fucking my mouth, I equally loved denying him, drawing out his pleasure in a slow, devouring promise.
My tongue pressed firmly against the underside of his shaft as I leisurely brought my mouth up the length of him before sheathing him to the back of my throat once more. A combination of languid licks and quick, deep swallows had my mate panting hard.
“You’re going to be the death of me, little witch,” he said, breathless. And I realized that I almost was. He’d taken three bullets, one of them directly in his heart, for me.
“Can’t have that,” I said, replacing my mouth with my hand.
I pumped his shaft rhythmically, my fingers twisting gently as they caressed his crown, mimicking the way he’d touched himself on the first night. I felt myself dampen, remembering the way I’d driven him almost feral as he had thrust into his hand. Yet, all the while, he’d managed to stay within the confines of my boundaries.
Even now, he could easily snap the bonds that held his wrists. But he got pleasure from seeing me in control, watching my every move with lust-hazed eyes, eager to see what I did next.
Well, if my mate wants a show...
I took my hand from his cock and kneeled backward. His eyes widened as I trailed a finger over my breast, twisting gently at my nipple before slowly dragging my hand down my stomach.
“You make me so wet, my mate,” I purred at him, dipping my fingers between my folds and coating them in my wetness. My fingers glistened as I held them out for inspection.
“Just a taste,” Lochran pleaded.
I straddled him, his cock fitting perfectly between my folds as I placed a finger between his lips. Lochran groaned, his tongue flicking over my fingertip as his hips thrust, his dick gliding between my folds, the tip pressing against my clit. A moan threatened to escape my lips as the first tendrils of an orgasm swelled within me.
“So greedy,” I said, pulling my finger from his mouth and climbing off him, settling between his legs once more. “That was more than just a taste.”
Lochran’s wicked grin dropped from his face, his eyes rolling back in his head as I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, slick with my arousal, and pumped. I dipped my head between his legs and pressed my tongue into his perineum, causing his hips to arch off the bed. My tongue flicked over the spot before following the fine crease that divided his balls, the sound of my arousal mixing with his precum as I continued to pump his shaft like music to my ears. Lochran arched into my fist, one final low grumble passing his lips before he said, “Mate. I’m going to need you to sit on my face. Right. Now.”
I was nothing if not an indulgent mate.
Lochran’s body was hot to the touch, sizzling with desire as I crawled over him, making sure to let my nipples gently caress their way across his chest. His mouth opened with need as I held my breast just out of reach.
“Wicked witch,” Lochran purred, before his inhumanly long tongue darted out, flicking over my hardened nipple.
I sucked in a breath. I’d momentarily forgotten about the tongue ability.
I made to reach for his bonds, but my mate stopped me, his words staggered with longing. “Your pussy. My face. Now .”
I didn’t realize I could move so fast. One moment, I was straddling him, teasing him with my breast. A split second later, his head was rested on my calves, my arms behind me, positioned on his stomach, as I guided my pussy toward his face.
Lochran’s tongue caressed lightly at first, the tip rolling in gentle flicks, teasing the hood of my clit before circling around it in a single, slow stroke. Each time his tongue rolled around my bud, my mate flicked harder and more frantically until he completely forgot that he was trying to tease me, his licks now wild with need, like a man starved.
A moan escaped my lips as he sucked my clit into his mouth, holding it between his lips as his tongue darted over it.
Fuck. I really wasn’t going to last long at this rate.
Just as my orgasm was within grasp, my cruel mate released my clit. I could feel his wicked smile on my lips, despite my eyes having rolled back into my head.
His tongue moved slowly through my folds, taking his time to lap up every drop of my juices until my heart rate subsided enough for my mouth to form words.
“Is your plan to edge me all night, dear?” I said, putting my weight onto one arm as my other hand found its way into his hair.
“Maybe once or twice, my love,” he said, his voice muffled.
“How about just the once?” I replied, my fingers entwining with his hair.
With that, Lochran’s inhumanly long tongue speared into me, causing me to buck uncontrollably. My hips seemed to grind of their own accord, each thrust pushing his tongue deeper inside me. Just when I didn’t think there was any way he could possibly fill me more, his tongue began to roll in on itself, twisting and wriggling its way back down my inner walls until it hit the rough bundle of nerves inside me that had stars exploding behind my eyes .
I couldn’t help but grind my cunt into him, each pulse of my orgasm grasping around his tongue inside me, pressing it harder against my G-spot.
I quivered as every part of my body, mind, and soul was given over to my mate as his tongue continued to roll inside me.
At some point the house must have released him from his bonds, because his thick arms wrapped around me, lifting me into the air and settling me on the bottom end of the bed, his tongue still impossibly inside me, thrusting and pulsing. The tip of his tongue wriggled out of me, finding its way to my swollen, sensitive clit. My sex-addled mind managed to register three flicks before a second orgasm had me screaming his name, my body tight, hands still fisting his hair as I held his face in place.
Lochran didn’t untangle his tongue until the very last pulse flittered out, and even then, I was very close to a third orgasm as he pulled his mouth from my cunt. My scent was oddly familiar as he pressed his lips to mine, his knees parting my legs for him.
His violet eyes bore into mine as he looped a finger under my chin, tilting my head toward his. “I want to see your face as I take you for the first time, my love.”