Chapter 18
ELENA PIERSON
He would never hurt me. Every instinct and intuition within me says I can trust Lachlan with my life, and I know deep within my very being, he would absolutely never harm me, not intentionally, and not in this way.
I smile as I look upon him. He doesn’t look away from me this time, even though a dark handsome flush of embarrassment creeps across his body under my steady gaze.
His chest heaves, that deep rumble I heard before shifting to a fragile trembling vibration. Slowly he turns his palms over and up, opening them to the ceiling to show me a gesture of total surrender that showcases and exposes the fullness of his shimmering scales that suddenly cover him.
“I’ve been locked away for so long that I question every instinct I own, lass.
Water is dense, heavy, and crushing,” he says, his voice dropping to a vulnerable octave I’ve never heard from him.
“I’ve spent the last three hundred years locked in a dark trench, living entirely in my beastly form.
I’ve only been in this form a handful of days, it feels like, you ken?
I don’t know my own strength in this skin yet. I only know I mean to never hurt you.”
He swallows hard, his gaze going stony. “Even now, even with my trident made whole again and all my ancient magic returned to me, I am still so afraid. I’m afraid of hurting you, it’s true, but my biggest fear is how terrified I am that you will see what I am and leave.
I look at how delicate you are, and though your curves are more than a match for any man, I could hurt you.
I know it’s soon, only a handful of days since you fell into my moat, but the thought of you not wanting to be with me makes me entirely helpless. ”
My heart swells, aching with a tenderness I can’t possibly explain, even with a hundred bulletin boards and notebooks. This powerful creature has been navigating a foreign body, just got his power back, and is scared that I’ll reject him. Leaving him is the last thing I’d ever want to do.
It may have been only a handful of days since we left Romania, but I know I’m already more than half in love with him.
I shift my weight and slide upward, climbing onto his lap and ignoring how good he feels against me.
The direct warmth of my skin settles over his heavy muscular thighs, anchoring him down to the bed.
I reach down and take his open hands, lacing my fingers through his and pressing my palms deliberately against his.
“You aren’t a monster to me,” I whisper leaning down until my lips brush softly against his.
“Your magic doesn’t scare me, your strength doesn’t frighten me, and I’m not going anywhere.
It might have only been a few days since I fell into your moat like you said, but I want to be right here with you.
We can go as slow as you need. I want you, Lachlan. ”
Under my hands, I can feel the exact moment his defenses break.
He lets out a long shuddering sigh, the inflexible tension of his muscles completely draining from his heavy frame.
The restless power I’ve been able to somehow sense vibrating in his chest seems to purr finally.
It calms, but doesn’t vanish. He wiggles his torso a bit as if to get more comfortable, and I shift my weight above him as he does, as a wicked grin pulls across his kissable lips.
He looks up at me, his blue gaze brimming with a deep affection so fierce it steals the breath right from my lungs. Slowly, the lines of his shoulder drops, and he relaxes beneath me.
“Slowly,” I say, echoing him from earlier. I lean forward, intent on kissing him again and getting him loose before I try to take him inside me.
“Wait,” he says, his voice dropping to a whisper.
“I’d forgotten I can use my magic again.
I have a salve I can conjure, if you’re willing,” he says softly, his gaze fill of tender worry.
“The remedy will heal surface skin immediately. It should make it to where you can take me easier, before we go any further.”
“Okay.”
The green in his gaze intensifies, swirling with luminous, almost turquoise colored light.
He lifts a forearm from my waist and extends his hands to the open air.
A familiar sounding hum starts up between us.
A faint spray of water that smells sea-like which condenses into a smooth earthen-colored jar resting in his open palm.
He sets the jar on the mattress beside us and dips his fingers into the pale, shimmering cream inside.
When he brings his hand back to me, his gaze darkens as he slides his fingers between our bodies to touch my center. The touch is a shocking contrast, icy cold but warming when he thrusts his finger lightly. I let out a breathless sigh of relief when his strokes become more sure.
“Lachlan, I want you now,” I gasp out when my body starts to gyrate down on him seeking more.
“Alright, my flower,” he breathes, and doesn’t try to stop me when I reach between us to slide his hard cock into my hand.
“Oh my god, I almost forgot how big it is,” I gasp out.
He grunts, and his body seizes beneath me when I finally manage to wrap my hand around half of his girth.
In the low light, I look down between us. The oxygen leaves my body.
His cock fully revealed is thick, large in size, and distinctly inhuman, colored a deep green that almost matches his eyes. Like a massive green sea cucumber.
The sight of it is a stark reminder of how this isn’t a human sitting so submissively under me, yet it doesn’t frighten me at all. In fact, it sends a heady and heavy throb of lust barreling through my middle.
He notices how my gaze shifts, and the green hue of his skin seem to intensify under my scrutiny. His jaw tightens with that endearing, underlying shyness he has, his massive chest heaving as he waits in total silence for what I’ll say or do next.
Oh, my gorgeous Loch Ness monster.
He doesn’t shift, he doesn’t press up into me, and he doesn’t try to shy away or hide himself. He simply waits for me to look my fill, keeping his large hands on my open thighs where my pussy is laid bare to him.
His fingers flex again and I decide to try something.
I take his wrists and pull them above his head, satisfied when he lies there, pinned and made helpless by his own choices instead of forced.
“Can you stay there for me?” I whisper, leaning down to press a hot, demanding kiss on his chest.
I gaze into the deep green pools of his eyes, and the last smidge of intimidation I feel floats away as if pushed by a strong sea breeze.
Clarity folds over me, and the reality hits that I’ve never wanted to be this close to any other man. Their proximity has never brought me this sense of wonder or passion.
My brief encounters with the opposite sex have never been anything like this, and I struggle to bring to mind any occasion when I’ve felt this level of desire for anything or anyone.
I just assumed I was just wired differently not finding a man I found attractive, but the stark reality is, no one would ever confuse Lachlan with a human when he’s got his clothes off and his alluring and green scales are on display, and I very much want him.
Every inch of my body is lit up with a burning need to possess him.
I bite my lip as I look down at him and swallow back the gulp I have of apprehension at the size of him.
Reaching down between us, my fingers tremble slightly as I make contact with his heavy sea green length.
The skin of his cock is remarkably smooth, radiating a deep pulsing that’s warmer than the rest of him.
Under my touch a low, appreciative rumble pours from his mouth and I can tell he’s trying to keep himself still for me.
His hands form into fists above his head, and his hips roll, making my insides ache.
But there’s still a hint of fear in his gaze.
If I weren’t practically molten with desire, I’d find it funny that I’m trying to set him at ease when I’m the virgin in our scenario.
“Okay, ready, Lachlan?”
“Please lass, I dinnae ken how much longer I can haud oot,” he says, his brogue going thick while his eyes begin to glow a bright green.
Holding his cock, or how much my hand can wrap around it, I bring it to my opening and slide the head of it through my wetness. Eyes rolling to the back at the feel of him entering me, my gaze snaps open when he cries out.
“Ahhhhh,” he groans.
His face is scrunched into a snarl, but his eyes are awash in vulnerability. Feeling how taut he’s holding himself beneath me, the ropes of the muscles in his arms and neck are in stark relief to the rest of his skin.
He’s holding himself still for me.
I lower myself onto his cock, marveling between us at how my pussy is somehow taking him. The stretch and pull of him filling me inch by inch has my thighs quaking in ecstasy, and I lean forward to rest myself on his forearms.
A garbled moan escapes my lips at how it feels to take him inside. I sink down on his length, amazed at how there’s no pain. All I feel is pleasure and an overwhelming need for more.
“Oh my god,” I breathe when my hips finally touch his and I’m fully seated on his thick cock, marveling at how very full I am. “Lachlan, you’re very big.”
And he is, but he feels so good stretching me.
“Aye, and you feel like heaven on earth,” he says, his voice strained.
I lean down and send my tongue blazing along his lower lip, before sweeping his mouth into a wet and bone-tingling kiss.
He twitches beneath me and a convulsive wave takes me under. Sensation tears through me, robbing me of my senses as my insides clench down on Lachlan. Heart pounding and my entire being quivering, I bite my lip to keep from crying out as another orgasm has me coming in an explosion of pleasure.
My body cripples from the oncoming intense and insane mind-splintering energy that short-circuits my brain, and then there’s no more thinking.