Chapter 13 #3
I’ve been in such a hurry to fix everything, and be everything to everybody that I haven’t stopped and given myself a moment to live.
As if sensing my stare, he glances up. The golden light illuminates his face, making him look like a knight in shining armor, come to rescue me.
I take a step towards him as if I’m a fish on a line being reeled in.
Tomorrow is not promised.
He’s mine and if this is all the time we have, then…
“Fuck this,” I growl, striding to him and throwing my axe to the ground.
Lachlan barely has time to drop his own sword before my body is crashes into his.
My arms wrap around his neck, my fingers tugging his hair as I pull his mouth against mine.
In a frenzy, I suck his tongue into my mouth and marvel at the moan I elicit from him.
My heart races and heat pools low in my belly as my core throbs.
He pulls away from me, breaking our kiss.
“Key,”—he pants—“are ye sure?”
I nod, my eyes devouring him. But that answer is not good enough.
He presses his forehead against mine, panting. Our breaths mingle together. “I need to hear ye say it.”
The words melt me. My hands fumble, tugging at the laces of his pants. “I want you.”
He groans, but I continue un-tying the laces. “I need you.”
The ties come free, and I grab the hem of his leather shirt, pulling up. “And I need this.”
He takes a step back and tugs it over his head. His abs flex with the movement and my mouth dries up.
There’s a hunger in his gaze as he stares at me, dropping the shirt to the ground. “Finally.”
The forest erupts, blazing golden light pours through the trees. And we’re upon each other.
Fingers tangle in hair, grab roughly at flesh, and our lips crash roughly against each other.
I can’t get close enough.
Lachlan tugs my top off and the chilly morning air pebbles my breasts. He sucks a nipple into his mouth, the heat of it chaotic against the cold air.
Hot and cold.
His tongue flicks at the nipple and delicious pain spears through me. I want more.
I need more.
His mouth licks and sucks up my neck as my hands work to shove down his pants.
I need all of him.
His cock springs free and while I’m not surprised by his size, I am appreciative.
Our first time will not be sweet or even gentle. I need a claiming. For every ounce of my being to be owned by him.
In one swift movement, my boots and pants are no longer a hindrance. His eyes darken as they rake over me hungrily. I stand completely naked and brazenly before him.
“Merciful gods,” he whispers, lifting me off my feet, and instinctively my legs wrap around his waist.
The hard tip of him brushes against my slick flesh and my legs clench tighter around him. Lachlan turns so that my back is against the soft, mossy side of a tree. The bark still bites into my flesh, but I don’t give a fuck.
Nothing can compare to his mouth on my neck, his hands digging into the flesh of my ass.
“Lach,” I whimper, desperately wanting to sink onto him, to feel him inside of me.
“I know.” He lowers onto his knees, taking me with him as he gently lays me down on a soft bed of leaves.
I writhe within his hold as his cock brushes against my clit again. Sending shoots of pleasure through my body.
He reaches down, slipping two fingers inside of me, and I moan.
“You’re ready for me,” he purrs, and I whimper as he sucks his fingers into his mouth.
He angles himself at my entrance. His long hair falls across his face as he leans over to line himself up, and I watch as he slowly eases into me. His jaw clenches as he squeezes his eyes shut.
My fingers dig into his back, and my head falls back, as bit by excruciating bit, I feel myself swell from the sheer size of him.
Like a key fitting perfectly into a lock.
It’s my making and undoing. Every part of me unravels at the seams, and yet he’s there stitching me back together.
There’s no longer me and him. Just us.
Pain and pleasure meld together. My heart pumps erratically in my chest and I gasp for air.
It’s too much and—not enough.
Lachlan’s jaw pops as he clenches harder, his eyes opening as a shudder rocks through him.
“Gods,” he breathes, as the last few inches slide inside. Veins bulge on his neck, the blood in them pumping as swiftly as my heart. “Ye were made for me.”
I moan as all of him fills me. And that sound is Lachlan’s undoing.
His eyes narrow on our joining. The green in them is otherworldly in a shaft of sunlight that floods down through the trees. “Key...”
He eases out of me, and I hold my breath. When he thrusts back in deeper, a gasp escapes me.
“Yes,” I hiss. “Just like that.”
Again and again, he pumps into me, his ample length hitting that tender spot deep inside of me. I cling to his shoulders, raising my hips to meet his. Thrust for thrust.
I chase the high that I’m sure is coming, rousing a heated flush to my skin.
Lachlan increases the pace. The fire building within me rages on.
He is everywhere. Lips on my neck, teeth grazing my skin, hands squeezing and kneading my breasts, the weight of his body presses down and into me—all at once.
The forest grows still, freezing the world around us at this moment.
I can feel my climax approaching, like a wave as it swells before it breaks upon the sand.
Sweat beads upon his brow as he tilts his head back to the sky. The strong column of his neck exposed. His shoulders flex as he shifts his weight, the bulging muscles swell with each plunge.
He pumps into me with a perfectly skilled rhythm. Pleasure overtakes the pain, drawing me closer and closer to the edge. His eyes lock onto mine as he plunges into me, angling his hips just right that he brushes against my clit.
I climax. Hard. The wave within me crashes into a fiery explosion. It consumes every part of me. My very soul is forged in its fire, leaving me wholly reborn and irrevocably changed.
My body feels boneless and then rigid as the pleasure surges through me in undulating waves. Light explodes from behind my closed eyes and my breath comes out in gasping pants.
Lach’s cry is guttural, from deep within him. He stills, but his cock continues to pulse inside of me. I move, riding out his climax, and coaxing every drop from him.
He falls to his forearms on top of me, his weight pressing me firmly into the pile of leaves.
Our breaths mingle together and our eyes stayed locked together. It’s all changed now. This is more than an explosion of passion finally coming to a head.
This is pivotal—its fate.
Lachlan’s eyes gutter, the fire of lust burning away into embers of…
“Key,” he chokes.
I press a finger to his lips, silencing him. “I know,” I breathe.
He rolls off of me and onto his elbow as he smiles at me.
It’s breathtaking.
He picks leaves and twigs from my tangled hair, and I watch his every movement. Scared that if I take my eyes off him for a mere moment, he’ll disappear, and that this was all a dream.
“We need to get back,” he says, watching the sun as it climbs higher in the sky.
“They’ll send out a search party and I dinna think I can handle having anyone see ye like this.
” His eyes roam freely over my naked body, darkening again as he brushes a finger to the scar on my side, courtesy of Julius.
“I’ve never noticed these freckles before.
” His fingers brush over the thirteen darkened dots on the inside of my bicep.
I look down at the freckles and roll onto my side, facing him. “They were much paler when we were kids. Since I’ve been here, they’ve gotten darker.” His thumb brushes over the one closest to my chest, a knuckle grazes my breast. “All the time spent outside.”
I reach a hand out, tracing the muscles that line his chest before dipping lower to his abs.
“I don’t think I will ever allow anyone to see you like this, ever.”
He grabs my hand right before I reach for his cock, his eyebrow arching.
“I’m gonna regret this, but ye ha’ said many times that time was against us. And I dinna want ye resenting me for that later.” He forces a swallow.
Duty, and something I can’t quite place war in his eyes.
I sigh, retracting my hand. He’s right. “Um, we didn’t use any protection…” I whisper, concern knitting my brows together.
“I’ll ask about a tonic when we get back to the ship,” he says with a hint of a smile.
I sit up, and the world around me blurs. Exhaustion grabs me tightly.
Lachlan chuckles as he stands, pulling his pants back on. “I’ll pull the crystal into the cave, and ye can wait here. Then we’ll head back to the ship.”
He tugs on his shirt and grabs my clothes before squatting down in front of me. Holding my shirt out, he says, “That was more incredible than I dreamed it would be.” His voice is still laced with arousal, causing goosebumps to rise in its wake.
“You dreamed of this?” I ask, raising my arms as he slips it over my head.
His smile turns heartbreakingly disastrous to my overwrought nerves. “More times than I can count.”
He hands me my pants before stepping into his boots.
“I’ll be right back. Ye just wait here, my queen.
” Exhaustion sets in even more and I watch him head towards the cave.
With nothing more to do, than wait, I allow its warm embrace to cradle me as I curl onto my side on the soft forest floor and fall asleep with a satisfied smile on my face.