"You okay?" I asked softly despite feeling like I was going to pass the fuck out from how goddamn tight she was. Still, I always needed to check that she was okay, because as much as I wanted to fuck the hell out of her, I wouldn’t be able to handle if I ever hurt Lorcan or brought up bad memories. Maker. I fucking loved how she felt pinned between me and the wall, though.
"More," she begged, looking back at me as I gave her exactly what she asked for. I let out a growl as I gripped her waist, loving how feminine and soft she was underneath my rough hands. Her tight ass bounced off me as I rut into her, those sounds she made making me want to come right the fuck away. The woman turned my control and willpower to goddamn putty.
"Faster," she whimpered as I began to ram into her so hard that she almost slipped. I lifted her from the ground and continued to slide into her tight, wet heat as her body began to shake. I could feel the climax rolling up and almost crashing over her. I couldn't help it as I leaned forward and nipped our mating mark, making her scream out her release while coming all over my cock.
"Good girl," I snarled and turned her so that I could look into her gorgeous fucking face as I slid back into her. I had her completely trapped against the wall, and some ingrained animalistic part of me felt like we'd trapped our prey… that mating with this perfect fucking woman was our reward after killing someone that wanted to harm her. That thought had me snarling as I fucked her hard enough that the tile behind her cracked just a bit. I couldn't stop, though, despite the risk to our new house.
"Lorcan," I groaned, "fuck, I love you, baby."
"Dean!" She exclaimed, crashing over that peak again as I slid into her harder a few more times, my climax pushing up through my cock as I spilled inside of her, my teeth sinking into my mating bite once again, unable to stop myself. The way she tightened around me let me know that she fucking loved it, and her small whimper before she slumped over made me smile.
Now she would have to sleep a lot. And if she wasn't tired? I would fuck her again and again until she passed out. It would be a fucking pleasure to do so. The taste of her blood had me nearly moaning as I pulled back only slightly to push into her two more times before finally pulling out. Unfortunately.
I turned off the water from the shower and carried her into the main part of the bathroom, drying her off gently as she kept her eyes closed. My lion was fucking thrilled our scent and cum were on her again. It should have bothered me that Desmond's cum was probably still inside her... but it just didn't. Didn't fucking phase me. Maybe it bothered my lion a bit, but more than anything I'd rather have her have one of our scents on her than nothing. The woman was very taken, and until I found another solution besides the insanity of actually mating her running around in my head, it would have to do.
Despite every goddamn instinct in my body that told me to fuck this woman until she was pregnant with a litter of lion shifters… I knew it wasn’t the right time. Mind you, if she told me she was ready, I wouldn’t question that shit for a goddamn minute.
"Where's the body?" she asked quietly, pulling me from my possessive thoughts.
A low growl broke from my throat as I thought about the very dead motherfucker that was in my basement. Although, to be fair, it really didn't look very much like a dead body anymore.
All of my anger and rage towards him had gone into carving her fucking name into his stomach, going over it again and again. No matter what information he had or hadn’t had, he was going to die today, so I was glad we’d been able to expedite the process. He wanted Lorcan? He could fucking burn to death with her name carved on his body. That was all he would ever have from the perfect fucking woman in front of me.
"Can't really call it a body anymore, if we are being honest."
Her surprised laugh slipped out as I offered her a smile that probably wasn't appropriate for a conversation regarding homicide. "The body will be gone soon enough. We planted evidence to make it seem like he just picked up and left. He doesn't have any local family or friends, unsurprisingly, so I don't see it being a problem."
Lorcan bit her lip as I pulled a robe onto her small frame. I frowned slightly, feeling the absurd need to feed her. Which was of course ridiculous, because I was sure she had already eaten, and I didn’t need to feed her after every time we had sex… but the urge was there. I mean, maybe she was hungry? I could at least ask...
Lorcan’s eyes ran over my body, specifically my still ridiculously hard cock, and I nearly barked out a laugh as she seemed to take her time before looking back up at me, unashamed. It was a sated and relaxed gaze that I loved. What I loved even more? How confident she was becoming with her sexuality. I was a very willing fucking participant for as much experimentation as she wanted to engage in.
"How bad was it? What he had planned." she asked hesitantly, and I knew she probably didn't actually want to fully know.
A snarl broke from my lips as she offered me an understanding look, her arms wrapping around my muscular torso. I kissed the top of her head gently as I tried to not think about what he had planned. I didn’t want to send her into a full-blown panic attack. I couldn’t protect her from everything, unfortunately, but I could protect her from pieces of shit like him.
I hated that her stalker was so clearly from the supernatural world, and more so that he was still unknown. There were so many goddamn people who I wanted to stay far the fuck away from Lorcan. It was a difficult thing to implement, of course, unless I planned on killing them.
"He's gone, that's all that matters," I muttered, inhaling her scent. I loved when she nuzzled further against my chest, leaving her scent all over me. Unintentional or not, it was hot as fuck.
After a minute of just holding her, I grabbed a robe from the door and slid it on myself, even though I wished that we were both still naked and I was fucking the hell out of her. A soft pained noise sounded, and I looked up to find Lorcan raising a hand to her nose, where pastel blood dripped.
"Lorcan," I said softly, concern filling my voice.
"I'm fine." She waved me off while brushing out her hair. I took over as she faced front, and I began to brush through her hair at a relaxing and slow pace. It was something I used to do starting when I was around nine and she was just six, her hair nearly down to her fucking ankles.
Jeanie hadn’t been around a lot, so Lorcan would come to me asking for help so she could play in the back yard without worrying about it. Of course, I’d spent fucking hours trying to figure out how to braid hair by watching videos online. Once I had figured it out, she had always sought me out, even when we were at school. I fucking loved that she came to me for shit like that, even though it was small.
My memory pulled forth a particular instance of this from fourth grade, when I almost killed someone for the first time in my life.
“Deanie!” A voice I’d know anywhere had me snapping my head around from where I was playing football with the guys from my class. Someone tossed the ball towards me, and I caught it without looking before handing it back. I was already walking towards Lorcan and my two brothers, glad our recess periods crossed, even if it was only for ten minutes.
“Hey.” I bopped her nose and she scowled, making me laugh. I was always taken off guard by how pretty my best friend was. I mean, really, whether she was frowning at me or smiling, she had to be the most beautiful girl in the entire world. I knew my brothers thought the same.