11. Lorcan
CHAPTER 11
LORCAN
She looked fragile wrapped in a towel, her scent so prominent, it was forever stuck to my skin.
She was so beautiful, a beauty so raw, I couldn’t exactly put into words. Her body was soft, no sharp edges or roughness. Her nose was round and small, her hair curly, her shoulders soft and rounded, big hips and breasts making a perfect hourglass figure. And yet, her belly was soft too, her legs thick.
She was perfect beyond my wildest dreams, a true angel who came to save me when I thought I was beyond repair.
“Here, let’s move.” I offered my hand, a gesture so simple, she couldn’t understand how big it felt when she took it without a thought and let me lead her to the nest.
Hope wasn’t something I was used to feeling, and the moment the test came back positive letting us know they found an omega who could scent match our pack, building the perfect nest became a high priority.
The window was cracked open, a breeze coming in and making the shell chandelier I built for her dance. Her big brown eyes were fixed on it, shining each time the light caught the sea glass.
Her eyes found mine, and she dared the smallest of smiles, shy and uncertain, and it just made me adore her more.
We stepped forward and met in the middle, her head of curls barely reaching my chin. I couldn’t hold myself back. Now that I had touched her, I couldn’t stop. I traced her shoulder and down her arm, feeling her skin as small goosebumps rose.
“You’re so soft,” I whispered.
She smiled brightly at me, and I dipped my chin down to take her mouth. Her lips were plump and tasted like the crisp white wine we gave her at the boat. Her tongue was hot, fighting mine in a battle I didn’t want to win. She breathed out in satisfaction, and I cupped her head, furthering our connection.
We tumbled to bed, me on top of her, removing the towel around her body in a frenzy. I bit her shoulder, tasting her skin in a frustrating sigh when I couldn’t just devour her.
The noises she made were my undoing. I died blissfully when I finally got her naked and lowered my mouth to her nipple, playing with it with my tongue. She buried her hand in my hair, holding me safe against her breast.
“Naked. I need you naked.” She wrestled with the layers I still had on. Chuckling, I obliged. I kneeled above her, opening the buttons of my shirt while she worked on my trousers. Electricity ran through my body when she reached the elastic band of my underwear.
I looked down to her and tossed my shirt away at the same time she lowered my underwear. My cock bobbed free, painfully hard, and she gasped in a delicious sound.
“I only saw pictures,” she said, her eyes on my cock making me even harder.
I frowned, confused for a second. She wasn't a virgin, her kid was the proof of that, so what–
“The knot?” I figured it out.
She nodded, sinking her teeth into her lip. I reached for her mouth, my thumb tracing her fat bottom lip before the words formed in my mouth.
“Learn me with your mouth,” I said.
While I wrestled with my feelings, this came so easily to me. I was finally talking to her, and I could see by her reaction she was happy. If I had to tap into that part of me to relax around her, so be it.
The side of her sinful mouth curved a little, her small hand gripping my cock. She was so fucking small, her fingers wouldn't meet, and the image brought me to another level of desire. I hissed when she touched me, and before I could comprehend anything more, she dove and took my tip into her mouth.
Jesus Christ. She sucked me so eagerly, so prettily, my eyes rolled back again. My hips moved, taking more and more, fucking that pretty little mouth.
“Good God, mo chroí .”
She was hot and willing, taking me far into her throat. My head tipped back, pleasure I never thought meant for me. Her tongue swirled against my tip, and I had to hold myself back not to lose it right there. Her nails dug into my leg, marking me as hers.
My knot grew, and the clever little vixen gripped it, making my eyes roll to the back of my skull. She was bringing me too close to the edge—I wasn't done with her. I reached down and took her wrist, removing her hold of me. Her mouth let go too, a flash of hurt crossing her features.
I caressed her soft cheek. “It’s too good, angel. I need you to take it easy.”
Her smile came back. “I want you to come in my mouth.”
I groaned, my eyes fluttering closed as I took a huge breath. I hooked my hands under her arms and then put her softly on the bed, covering her body with mine.
“I want to come in your pussy so deep, you know without a doubt you belong to me.”
She squirmed, rubbing her pussy on my leg, painting me wet with her arousal. “I love that you talk now. I want you to keep talking.”
“I can talk the whole day about how I imagine your pussy taking me.”
She smiled. “Yes. Do it.”
A grunt came out of me, and I used the tip of my cock to play with her clit, her knees falling apart for me, making space and demanding more.
“Did you like tasting my cock? Feels good taking it all the way down your throat, huh?”
“Lorcan...”
I tsked, teasing her even more. “It’s a yes or no question, mo chroí .”
She couldn't talk. I knew it, but I pushed a little more. “I can't wait to stretch that pussy with my cock. I can't wait to make you come around me. Are you going to be good for me?”
“So good.” She bobbed her head. “So good and only for you.”
I took her ass in my hand, gripping deep and finding her back hole with my finger. I circled up, and she meowed like a cat as I rubbed my cock into her, driving us both crazy.
“Tell me what that word means, the one you keep calling me.”
Her eyes were half opened, her tongue darting from her mouth to lick her dry lips. She was disheveled and gorgeous, and the words felt true to my core.
“ Mo chroí means my heart.”
A crease formed between her eyebrows, and for a second, I thought I fucked up. I should have stuck with the dirty talk. Before I regretted all the words I had ever spoken, she kissed me, sinking her little hand into my hair.
“I want to please you. Tell me how I can please you.”
Was she insane? She pleased me by existing. I loved her from the first look. I was hers and no one else's. The word got stuck in my throat once again. I couldn't even start explaining how much that woman had me.
She saw right through me. “Tell me you liked it when I sucked you. Tell me what position you want me in the most.”
I nodded, kissing her deeply. “Do you really want to please me?”
“More than anything.”
“Are you sure?”
She bobbed her head before I even finished the question. I took her face in my hand, taking a second to drink her in.
“Call me Daddy. Tell me you love swallowing Daddy's cock.”
Something flashed behind her eyes, and I held my breath, wondering if I went too far.
“Yes, Daddy. I loved swallowing your cock.”
Relief coursed through me, her usual shy smile morphing into a playful one. I was jaded and Gabriela was guarded, but maybe this was the best way to lessen the burden of being us.
“Look what is happening here.”