Lochlan didn’t stop. Didn’t give me space to pull off.
Just looked up at me, his amber eyes burning.
It was a lit match. A spark I couldn’t escape.
I detonated.
Lochlan held me through my orgasm, swallowing down everything I gave him.
Dragging down lungsful of oxygen, I tried to calm my racing heart. What was happening? I never usually reacted like this.
Mind you, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had an orgasm like this one. If ever.
Lochlan was still on his knees, dropping little kisses over my groin and abs. “Christ, Ash. No-one should be allowed to taste this good.”
“Bet you taste better.”
He got to his feet, pulling me close and dropping a sweet kiss on my lips. “Wanna get the chance to find out?”
Saliva filled my mouth. “Please tell me you’re not talking about your cum.”
“I’m not talking about my cum.”
Despite my orgasm, I felt myself growing stiff again. Lochlan chuckled, rolling his hips against mine. “Thank fuck for supernatural refractory periods.”
“I don’t remember the last time I bit someone during sex,” I whispered.
“Can’t say I’ve ever experienced it. But the thought of you sinking these beauties into my neck as I sink into you…” He pressed the pad of his thumb to one of my fangs. “Yeah. That’s mighty damned appealing.”
I’m not sure which of us moved first, but the next thing I knew, my legs were wrapped around Lochlan’s waist, my lips devouring his.
He carried me up the stairs, moving far faster than a human could.
“Second door from the right,” I said against his lips, my hands back in his hair. “Hurry.”
I didn’t know why there was such a sense of urgency. All my senses were heightened, my body and soul just screaming for me to feel Lochlan inside me.
If we were fated mates, this feralneedfor him might make more sense. But vampires and mages didn’t have fated mates.
This was just us. Like we’d hit the chemistry jackpot and were burning bright.
I just hoped we didn’t flame out just as fast.
We didn’t speak. Too lost in each other to stop.
The lube came out from under my pillow, shoved into Lochlan’s hand before I captured his face with both my hands again. I couldn’t get enough of this man. His taste was addictive.
And I hadn’t even bitten him yet.
A distant warning bell began to ring in the back of my mind. Warning me to calm down. To take things slow. Reminding me that time was a barrier that didn’t exist for us.
I shoved it away. Right into a cage in the back of my mind and throwing away the key.
Future me might be pissed, but current me was fully on board.
Lochlan’s fingers were inside me now, working me open while I writhed beneath him. A litany of babble filled the air, little more than random sounds and noises. Each time Lochlan brushed over my prostate, I lost another piece of my cohesion.
“That’s it bràmair,” he praised. “Open up for me. You’re doing so well.”