Chapter 30
LACHLAN MACBETH
Iwake up a few hours later and reach out an arm across the sheets to find only cold emptiness in the center of the bed.
The heavy furs are pushed aside, and the captain’s quarters are silent save for the slight creaking of the ancient galleon’s timbers. Panic doesn’t hit me as our mate bond is too calm for that. But a low, possessive ache pulls at my chest.
I close my eyes, reaching out with my senses and find her distinct sweet scent through the wood of the ship.
I roll out of the bed and stride naked onto the deck, stepping down the gangplank onto the smooth cavern floor. The cavern air is cool on my skin, and as I follow her trail toward the deeper recesses of the cavern, a frown creases my brow.
I wonder what’s caught her attention at this hour.
As I round the rocky corner, the soft ethereal green glow of the moss gives way to a blinding and lustrous reflection, and I pause in the shadows, my breath hitching in my throat.
My heart thuds hard and heavy in my chest at the sight before me.
She’s raided my trunk of human clothes, wearing nothing but a loose oversized white cotton shirt that drapes off one succulent shoulder, showcasing everything I want to kiss and leaving her legs completely bare against the mountain of gold doubloons.
Resting proudly on her head, gleaming in the cavern light, is the incredibly thick heavy gold crown.
She looks like a beautiful Celtic pirate queen lording over a kingdom of gold and old relics, my realest dream come to life.
This is how I used to dream of her, before I even knew what she looked like.
She turns her head as I approach, the massive gold hoop shifting slightly, anchoring her with its weight.
A brilliant, breathless smile lights up her face.
“I couldn’t sleep,” she says, her voice laced with intense, intoxicating heat that sparks a sudden fire in my veins.
“The gold was calling to me, or maybe it was just the crown.”
“You look breathtaking, my flower,” I rumble aloud, my voice thick and rough with sleep as I step onto the edge of the hoard. The ancient gold coins clink softly beneath my bare feet. “But a queen should not be a sitting alone in the cold.”
Before I can even process the thought, Elena moves, her arms reaching out for me. She scrambles across the gold hoard, the coins cascading around her, a loud complaint of metallic clinks chiming like sharp bells as she throws herself directly into my lap.
She climbs over me, her bare thighs bracketing my hips as she sits astride me, right there on the edge of the gold mountain.
The loose cotton of her shirt shifts and brushes against my chest, but it’s the rampant urgency in her eyes that has me paralyzed and frozen in place.
She looks down at me, her small hands gripping my shoulders to steady herself as the heavy gold crown tilts precariously on her head, demanding she keep her posture straight and upright and adding a dangerous regal edge.
The hunger rolling off her through our bond is as intense as it is erotic, and sends shock spiraling through me.
“I really need you now, Lachlan,” she says, her breath already a heavy rasp thick with lust. “Please. Right here, like before, I want you now.”
The absolute dominance in her tone ignites my senses, and a sharp purr begins to roll from my chest as I reach out, my large hands anchoring firmly at her waist as she pulls me flush against her.
A deep, primal growl rips from my chest, yielding entirely to her fierce urging as the pile of gold shifts and groans beneath us.
I move to wedge my quickly growing cock between our bodies as she bends and takes my lips with hers, and let out an uneven exhale as my hands quickly move to steady her.
The warmth of her against my palms feels like an anchor grounding me to the spot and I can feel the bond flare up with intensity and desire.
She trembles in my arms as the kiss deepens, turning soft, then hard, then soft again as our breaths turn into pants, and passion spreads like a palpable force.
She ravages my mouth with hers, and my grip tightens when she sucks lightly on my tongue, sending lust racing through me like a crashing wave.
I open my gaze and find hers wide and bright with a raw and unprotected vulnerability. She looks completely undone by the level of desire and yearning that seems to eclipse every other emotion passing through our bond.
“My sweet flower,” I murmur, my voice a low rumble. I try to offer her what comfort and reassurance I can, gutted by how fragile she suddenly seems. “I’m right here, for you. Take what you want of me, I’m yours Elena.”
She swallows hard and leans closer before thrusting her hands into my hair. The move has her fingers rushing along my scalp, sending up new and raw sensations skittering over me.
Her hands stroke across my chest as she presses kisses to my face, and clutches me to her.
I growl low in my throat, trying to hold still for her as I feel her hands reach down low and wrap around my thick cock.
My pulse quickens into longing as she rotates her hand and fists me lightly, and I groan, our breaths mixing as my hands clench and knead at her softness.
“Do you need the salve, Elena?” I murmur, wondering if she truly is as aroused as the bond tells me and can take me as I am, or if she’ll need assistance.
“Nuh uh,” she groans, as she raises up off my lap high enough to run the head of my thick cock through her slick heat.
I grind up into her when she bends her body and begins to take the head of me, and fight to stay lucid as she slowly sinks down on my thickness.
“Gods, you feel so bloody good,” I breathe out on an exhale, and run my fingers through the nape of her neck before pulling her mouth to mine.
She tastes like paradise, and my muscles go rigid as she raises herself and sinks down again, a short whine leaving her as she rides me, seating me as far as she can inside her voluptuous body.
“Lachlan, I’ve never felt so good. It’s almost too much.”
My thighs begin to shake beneath her and my nostrils flare as I fight to keep control and stay still, but after a moment she gyrates a bit more, becoming accustomed to my size as her body works up a slick wetness.
Elena moans, her back arching as her sweet cunt suddenly spasms around me, clenching so tightly I see stars behind my closed eyelids.
Broken whimpers break from her lips as she shunts herself up and down my cock, her big, berry tipped breasts jiggling and bouncing with the motion. I reach up and tweak one nipple, watching her brows pinch together as her body tightens down on mine like a vise.
She’s fucking perfection.
I roam my hands over her as she loses herself, squeezing her thick arse as I start to move, ignoring the tinkling of coin cascading around us.
Her inner muscles spasm and clench hard as I begin to move my hips and thrust lightly, filling her sweet pussy to the brim and pulling back again, feeling her hands tighten on my shoulders.
Her body softens and relaxes as I press deeper, relishing how tight and how hot her body is sliding around me.
How perfect she is for me and how she makes me feel has the oxygen in my lungs turning thick as my gaze begins to dilate.
My thrusts turn harder and more sure as she rides me down, her thick thighs quaking with it as we move together as one.
I quicken my pace until a gasp of pure pleasure peels from her lips.
Oncoming pressure ignites within me and I grit my teeth and thrust harder, gripping at her thighs as I shift a hand down low to play with the sweet nub between her legs.
I thumb at her clitoris and rub firmly as I fuck her, while she grinds down on my hips.
“Oh god, I’m going to come,” she grates out, as my fingertips dig into the thick flesh of her ass cheeks.
Dots begin to float and dance in my vision. My balls tighten as her moans turn into shouts of ecstasy while I’m on the verge of losing myself inside her. Her body convulses above me as she cries out my name, and I’m lost.
Her sweet pussy squeezes me, clamping onto me with a tight grip, and I come with a harsh groan of pleasure, grunting with pure animal satisfaction as I release myself into her, coming in a shuddering wave.
I kiss her everywhere on her face, telling her sweet things of praise as our bodies shudder, squeezing her to me as her body spasms.
My Loch Ness queen is thoroughly exhausted as the frantic rush of adrenaline slowly recedes, leaving us tangled together on the cooling edge of the golden mountain.
Elena rests her forehead against my chest, her breaths coming in shallow, contented puffs against my skin, the gold crown finally slipping from her brow and sitting among the pile beside us.
I stroke her back with the palms of my hands, tracing the smooth curve of her spine beneath the loose cotton shirt. Even through her exhaustion, I can feel her internal confusion humming through our mental link, a quiet, bewildered wonder at her own sudden, uncharacteristic aggression.
“Lachlan,” she murmurs aloud, her voice muffled against my collarbone. “I don’t know what just came over me, and I’m a bit shocked at myself. It was like I was in a haze of need that I couldn’t shake. I’m so sorry.”
A low, affectionate chuckle rumbles deep from my chest and I wrap my arms tighter around her, kissing the top of her head. “Don’t apologize. You are adjusting to a very primitive magic, my flower. I’m positive it’s the mate bond.”
She shifts, looking up at me with wide, curious eyes. “The bond makes you a sex tyrant?” she asks, a teasing but genuine question. “It felt like I was trying to command you, and I should be really tired after the last few days.” Her cheeks begin to pinken.
“Not a tyrant. You’re my mate in truth,” I explain softly, sending a wave of reassurance through our connection.
“For centuries my true form has been tied to this cavern, hoarding gold and defending my territory. When we completed the bond, you didn’t just gain a mermaid’s tail Elena, you absorbed a piece of my nature.
My instincts, or some of them, will become yours. ”
“Wow.”
I glance over at the massive pile of ancient coins, then back down into her eyes.
“Creatures like myself are driven by a deep, primal need to claim what is theirs,” I continue, brushing a stray lock of damp hair from her face.
“Finding that crown, that treasure, tonight triggered those dormant instincts inside you. The gold called to you because of your new mate bond with me and demanded that you claim me as part of your treasure hoard. Just like I was influenced with you, and seeing me walk into the dark.” I smile, and press a tender kiss to her lips.
“Your instincts demanded you claim your mate too as you’re acting on pure, raw impulses. ”
Elena blinks, a slow, amused grin breaking across her expression as the puzzle pieces seem to clink together in her brain. “So, what you’re saying is I didn’t raid your treasures, I was just acting like a proper Loch Ness monster queen.”
“Exactly,” I answer, my chest beginning to vibrate with pride. “And you rule it beautifully.”