Chapter 19
19
Keyanna
It seems impossible that I could feel this way—skin tingling and flushed from the orgasm he just gave me, chest heaving as I try and catch my breath—and still want more, but I do. I want so much more.
I can feel Lachlan against me, his cock throbbing and so hard that it makes me shiver just thinking about how it will feel inside me, and I realize I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want him at this moment. Maybe it’s the sudden shift of all the intense feelings I’ve been carrying for my would-be nemesis since I met him. Maybe it’s the way he’s looking at me like he can’t believe I’m real. I honestly can’t be certain why I suddenly need to be as physically close as I’m able to Lachlan Greer, but I fucking need it. Desperately.
He’s taking a little too long for my liking, so I push my fingers under the elastic of his boxer briefs to try to roll them down his hips, hearing his quiet chuckle when I huff in frustration at not being able to get them off.
“Are you in a hurry, Key?”
I pinch the side of his ass, frowning when I can barely even get a grip because of how tight it is. Because of course it would be.
“Are you stalling, Lachlan?”
He leans in, letting his lips ghost over my throat as his fingers slip under the strap of my bra. “Just savoring.”
“Can you savor faster?”
“Mm.” He slips the strap down my shoulder, kissing a path over my collarbone and licking at the swell of my breast. “No.”
My breath catches when he finds my nipple and teases it with his tongue, and suddenly I’m a lot more on board with his train of thought. I arch my back so he can snake a hand beneath me, closing my eyes and doing a bit of savoring of my own as he sucks me into his mouth while deftly undoing my bra. It takes him an impressively short amount of time to wrestle it off me, and then his hands are joining the fray as he squeezes and kneads, his thumb circling one tight peak as he continues to use his teeth and tongue to drive me crazy.
I’m not sure that I knew before this very moment how sensitive my breasts were; they’re a little more than a handful by most people’s standards, but under the weight of Lachlan’s massive hands—I feel almost small. With Lachlan’s hands on my body and his wide shoulders almost blocking out the light—all of me does, really.
“Fucking hell, Key,” he grunts against the wet, kiss-bitten bud of my nipple. “I can feel how wet you are.” He tilts his hips again as if to accentuate his point, and I shiver at the contact. “It’s driving me mad, love.”
Love.
It’s a silly, spur-of-the-moment endearment, and I know that, know that it’s fueled by sex hormones and adrenaline, most likely, but it still makes my insides twist with pleasure. Makes my skin almost burn with a satisfying wave of want.
“You’re burning hot, darlin’,” he hums, nipping at the swell of my breast. “Don’t go setting my sheets on fire, yeah?”
I would roll my eyes, but honestly, it’s a legitimate concern.
“Lachlan,” I whine, actually whine , which might mortify me later. “Can you just—” I squirm beneath him, feeling like I’m about to come out of my skin. “Please?”
He pushes up on his hands, suspended above me and studying me with those icy blues, which are almost burning again. Not glowing, but so bright I could get lost in them.
“Not to be killing the mood,” he says with a wince. “But I don’t…have anything.”
I snort, running my hand down the tight muscles of his stomach to give him a squeeze through his underwear. “I’d say you have a lot of something.”
“Devil woman,” he groans, his lashes fluttering. “You know what I mean.”
It dawns on me. “Oh. Oh . You mean condoms?”
“It’s been…a while since I’ve done this. Haven’t had the need for them.”
I realize I’m stroking him through the thin cotton, unable to resist touching the hot, hard length of him. Needing to feel it against my skin. He grunts when I slip my fingers under the elastic, wrapping them around his cock and squeezing gently.
“I…have an IUD,” I tell him. “And I was tested three months ago. I was negative.” I feel a single drop of precome beading at the head of his cock, and I smear it around as his gaze goes hazy. “You?”
“Six months,” he says hoarsely, nodding. “Haven’t been with anyone since.”
“Neither have I.”
His mouth goes slack as his eyes drift closed, thrusting gently into my fist. “I can’t promise you I’ll last long in that pretty cunt of yours with nothing between us.”
I hook my other arm around his neck, pulling him down to me as my hand on his cock is trapped between us. “I have faith in you.”
“Makes one of us,” he mutters.
But his lips are already finding mine, and his hands are already shoving at the last barrier between us, freeing the hard length of him so that it slides thick and warm across my belly. He thrusts against me as if on instinct, his big body shuddering as I let my legs fall open.
“Want you,” I urge, nipping at his bottom lip. “Please.”
I feel his hands on my hips, reaching to cup my ass, holding me open as he makes space between my legs. There is a decadent slide of skin as he strokes through the still-wet mess he made of me with his mouth, his breath huffing against my mouth as he finally notches against my entrance.
He pulls back, and it’s there now, that glow in his eyes, faint but noticeable. “Look at me.”
And I do, holding his gaze as he slowly starts to press inside me. I feel all of him, every hard press of his thick cock as he slowly works it deeper—and with every inch gained, his eyes burn a little brighter. Some part of me delights in the idea of him losing control. That I could make him do that.
When he’s as deep as he can be, and I’m so full of him that I feel overwhelmed with it, I see a flicker of something primal in his gaze as he stares down at me, something that sparks and flares when he slowly rotates his hips, savoring me again.
“Och, you feel…” His throat bobs with a swallow. “Like a dream.”
He meets me easily when I curl my hands over his shoulders and pull him flush against me, my lips kissing everywhere I can reach—his jaw, his cheek, the sensitive shell of his ear—my voice husky when I whisper, “Move.”
That first thrust makes me feel like I’ve touched a live wire, sending a current down every inch of me as I gasp in surprise. Lachlan’s hands grip me—one burrowing beneath me to hold me tightly against him as the other molds to my hip—and I can feel the warmth of his breath against the hollow of my throat as he buries his face there before doing it again. And again. And again.
“Fuck,” he growls, his hips finding a steady, rolling rhythm that sets off a tiny shower of sparks every time he bottoms out. “You’re practically leaking for me, aren’t you, Key?” And he’s right, I’ve never been so wet. I can’t seem to muster up a shred of embarrassment. Not with how good he’s making me feel. “Aye, you’re going to make a mess of my sheets.” His voice is harsh and deep, his accent getting thicker. “I ken they’ll smell of you for days. I want to sleep with the smell of your pretty cunt and remember how tight you squeezed my cock when I fucked you.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling a steady, familiar pressure building inside with every stroke. His teeth sink into my skin, the sting at my shoulder making me only burn hotter as my mouth falls open in surprise. His tongue is there immediately, soothing the mark he’s most definitely left behind, and I can feel our bodies growing slick against each other as he starts to move faster.
“That’s it, love,” he coos. “I can feel you getting wetter. Getting so fucking tight. You gonna come for me?”
“Yeah,” I breathe, clinging to him. “Keep going. Right there. Don’t— ah .”
I jolt when I feel a sharp, piercing sting against my hip, and Lachlan immediately goes still—pulling back and blinking as if coming out of a daze. I can feel him throbbing inside me as if desperate to keep going, but once he notices my expression, blinking down at where his hand still clutches my hip, a look of horror passes over his features.
He scrambles away from me so quickly, I barely even have time to register what’s happened; one moment he’s between my legs and on the cusp of giving me what felt like the most spectacular orgasm I’ve ever had, and then the next he’s pressed against the headboard, looking a little green.
“Key,” he says hoarsely. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
I blink in confusion, following his line of sight and finally noticing the thin cuts along my hip, a slow trickle of blood escaping them.
“Wha—” I sit up, pressing my fingers to them. “The hell?” My head snaps up, my eyes finding his fists clenched at his sides, noticing for the first time the sharp-looking black claws protruding from the ends of his fingers. “Whoa.”
Lachlan still looks like he might be sick. “I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry.”
“What?” My nose scrunches, glancing back down to the scratches—if they’re even worth being called that—and frowning. “It’s nothing, Lachlan. It just surprised me.”
He shakes his head, his eyes wide. “I hurt you. I lost control. I told you this would happen. I told you that I—”
“Hey, it’s okay,” I tell him, scooting closer even as he flinches. “I mean it. It’s fine.”
“I hurt you.”
I want to sympathize with what he’s going through right now, and I do, to some degree, but my body is still very amped up and confused as to why it was robbed of that spectacular orgasm, and frankly, missing out on it because of a few scratches seems ludicrous.
I crawl over to him before he has a chance to slither away, straddling his waist and gripping his hair in my hands so that I can force him to look at me. He still looks like a kicked puppy, so I give his hair a sharp tug, sharp enough that he hisses with it.
“Did that hurt?”
He narrows his eyes. “It’s not the same.”
“No?” I lean into him, sinking my teeth into his shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. “And that?”
“I see where you’re going with this,” he huffs, “but it’s different. I could really hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I assure him. “I know you won’t.”
“You don’t know that.”
“No I don’t,” I tell him, leaving kisses up his throat. “But I trust you.”
I feel his fingers tentatively sliding over my hips—clawless now—and despite the sudden stumbling block, I can also feel the stiff length of him against my stomach, and my stomach flutters at the knowledge that he’s wet because of me . Because he was inside me. Honestly, that thought is way more important to my lizard brain right now than a few scratches.
“You should be more afraid, Key,” he sighs, his head falling back against the wood as I tease the spot behind his ear with my tongue. “More cautious.”
“Maybe you should be less cautious,” I counter, rolling my hips so that my pussy glides over his erection. “I’m not afraid of you.” I press my teeth to his earlobe, nibbling it until he shivers. “Besides,” I hum, continuing to tease him with my teeth and tongue. “It’s kind of hot.”
His fingers grip my ass, pulling me against him until there’s no space between us. His head turns so that his mouth can find mine, his tongue plunging inside as he seems to lose himself again, if only a little.
“I never want to hurt you,” he mumbles against my mouth.
I kiss him gently, pushing up on my knees and reaching between us to guide him between my legs, hearing his sharp intake of air as I start to sink back down. “Then don’t.”
“ Fuck , Key.”
His face crushes to my chest; my hands are in his hair and his are gripping my hips tight as he starts to thrust up into me—losing himself to the sizzling energy that seems to surge between us. I close my eyes and give in to it myself, focusing only on the way he fills me, the heat of him as he plunges deep inside over and over.
I can feel my orgasm roaring back to life, can feel it cresting higher with every slide of his cock against that sensitive place inside that has my vision blurring and my heart thudding hard inside my chest.
“Come for me,” he grates, a command and a plea all at once. “I want to feel that perfect cunt come all over me.”
It might be the first time Lachlan has ever told me to do something that I don’t immediately feel the urge to contest. Not that I even stand a chance to. It’s too late for that. My body lights up, my head falling back and my mouth opening on a wail as I fall over the edge. Lachlan keeps fucking me through it, making it seem to go on forever until my body feels like one giant exposed nerve, like every touch sets me off all over again.
“That’s it,” he gasps, his hips falling off rhythm. “That’s a good lass. Feels so good inside you. You’re going to take everything I give you, yeah? Every”—his words come through gritted teeth now—“fucking”—I can feel the way his cock bucks inside me, setting me off anew—“ drop. ”
Lachlan grinds me on his cock when he comes, a harsh shout falling from his mouth as he shivers against me, as he twitches inside. I can feel all of it—the heat of his come, the flex of his cock—and I stare at the ceiling without really seeing it, still gasping for breath.
The lights above us start to flicker—the bulbs going out just to spark back to life—almost as if in time with the trembling of my body. I watch it happen in wonder, still struggling to catch my breath. They keep up their flickering, each light returning somehow brighter than before, finally growing so bright, they start to hum. The noise climbs higher and higher, and then a sudden pop sounds all over the room—every light in Lachlan’s place burning out all at once.
Dazedly, I slowly regain awareness of Lachlan’s forehead resting against my neck, my fingers starting to card through his hair as if they have a mind of their own.
“Did you break my house?” he rasps against my skin.
“Mm.” I let my lips nuzzle his hair. “I think so.”
“I suppose that speaks volumes about my performance,” he says with a chuffed laugh.
I tug his hair lightly, clucking my tongue. “Don’t let it go to your head.”
“Och, it’s far too late for that.”
I feel myself grinning, so content in this moment that I have no desire to move. We stay like that for a little while, neither of us really seeming to want to go anywhere, and for the life of me, I can’t say how long it takes the both of us to come back down from what just happened. I’m not even sure I care to know.
Because two things are glaringly obvious to me at this moment. The first is that I absolutely want to do that again. And the second? Well. Lachlan was right. He was absolutely right.
If I lose him…I’m going to fucking regret it.