I did it again, and his lips curled on a growl.
“I’m not comin’ in yer hand, sweetheart,” he grunted. “Or that pretty fuckin’ mouth.” He stepped toward me, crowding my body with his larger one as he tilted my head up, holding it at the perfect angle to drown me in another kiss. His hips pressed into the movement of my hand, and he tore his lips from mine to brush them against the shell of my ear. “When I come, I’m gonna fill up yer hot little pussy. I want every fuckin’ inch of my cock inside you when I let go.”
His words were like an atomic bomb, setting off a wave of desire inside me that made me whimper.
Lach must’ve liked that sound, because he finally stopped teasing me. My hand was pulled from his pants a second before he spun me in his embrace, wrapping his arms around me with my back pressed to his front. He walked us through the small apartment to the bedroom, stopping a few feet from the bed before roughly shoving down my jeans and panties in one swift motion.
The fabric bunched at my knees, and his hands skimmed back up my body, unclasping my bra and letting it fall. His large hands palmed my breasts, kneading and massaging them until they felt heavy and swollen, my nipples hard against his palms.
Then one hand strayed lower, sliding down the plane of my stomach and over my mound. His fingertips grazed my clit, and an involuntary sound fell from my lips. I was panting, on the edge of flying apart, as one thick finger slid through my folds, gathering my wetness before bringing it back up to play with my clit again.
“Lachlan…” The groan was half plea, half warning, and I heard him laugh darkly behind me.
“Yeah, sweetheart? Somethin’ ye need?”
“You know there fucking is.”
His lips brushed my ear, his fingers moving harder and faster on my clit. “What would that be, then?”
“Give me your fucking cock, unless you want me to come on your hand.”
“Fuck.”
The sound was tortured, and the circling fingers on my clit stopped. He finished what I had started, shoving his own pants down enough to free his cock and dragging the thick length back and forth through my pussy lips, wetting himself in my arousal.
“Hands on the bed, Ari. Bend over for me.”
Under normal circumstances, I’d dick punch a guy for telling me what to do. But Lach’s low purr made more wetness seep from my core, bathing his cock, and my body was moving before I had even decided to obey the command. I hinged at the waist, planting my palms on the bedspread in front of me.
The feral Irishman behind me made another low noise of approval, running possessive hands up and down my back, over the curve of my ass, cupping my breasts as they swayed slightly.
“Ye’re beautiful like this, sweetheart, ye know that?” he groaned. “Hot as hell. And fuckin’ mine.”
My heart skipped a beat, my stomach clenching with a mixture of arousal, panic, and… something else. The same Ari who would’ve punched a guy in the junk for bossing her around would’ve run for the hills if any man had uttered that word around her.
But the old Ari wasn’t here right now.
And this wasn’t just any man.
This was Lachlan O’Shae.
The cocky, frustrating, gorgeous Irishman who had saved my life more than once during the Gods’ Challenge last semester. The man who fought with me, who pushed all my damn buttons, and who had my back. Always.
Heat flared inside me, and I bit my lip as I craned my neck to look over my shoulder, my tousled dark hair falling over my face. “Am I yours, Lach?”
“Aye,” he rasped.
“Then prove it.”
A muscle in his jaw twitched. His gaze stayed locked on mine as he drew back, fisting his cock and lining himself up. I felt the smooth, rounded head breach my entrance, stretching me deliciously. Then he surged forward, bottoming out inside me in one stroke.
He was big. Thick and long.
And I felt him everywhere.
My back arched, a raw cry wrenched from me as sensations overwhelmed me. Lachlan’s strong fingers dug into the flesh of my hips, holding me steady as he withdrew and thrust in again, grunting like an animal as he began to fuck me hard and fast.
His hips crashed into my ass with every thrust, and the sounds of our slapping flesh and heavy breaths filled the room, a soundtrack that drowned out every other thought in my head.
There was no logic.
There was no reason.
Hell, there was no tomorrow.
There was just this.
Just the feel of Lachlan filling me with every stroke, of my legs shaking as I worked to keep my balance, of my clit throbbing as pleasure surged inside me.
“Do ye believe me now, Ari?” he grunted. “That yer mine?”
My pussy clenched hard around him, a groan falling from my lips.
Gods. How the hell could I deny it? I couldn’t even fucking speak.
The answer was written all over my damn body. In the bruise marks on my ass I was sure his fingers were leaving, and in the cream sliding down my thighs from the place where he impaled me.
I would never admit it later, but in this moment, Lachlan fucking owned me.
Maybe he could read the confirmation in my silence, because the tempo of his thrusts grew even more brutal and demanding. I swore I could feel him thickening inside me, and I dropped my head, my arms shaking as much as my legs as the bed squeaked from the force of our movement.
Keeping a firm grip on one hip, he released the other and slipped his hand down to massage my clit.
“Gods. Fuck. Lachlan!”
The words burst from me as my world exploded into sharp splinters of pleasure. My body shook, and Lachlan growled low in his throat as he pounded into me, finally burying himself to the hilt and grinding his hips against my ass.
I could feel his cock pulsing and throbbing inside me, and I clenched around him, milking every drop as hot jets of cum filled me. When the rush of sensation finally faded, we were both breathing like we’d sprinted all the way here from the fight ring.
Lachlan looped his arms around my waist, lifting my upper body and pulling me up to stand. His broad chest pressed against my back, and he tilted my head so he could kiss me, his tongue sliding sensually against mine.
“I love to hear ye scream, lass,” he rumbled as we broke apart.
Then he slid out of me, scooped me up, and tossed me onto the bed. I let out a yelp as my back hit the soft, slightly springy mattress, but before the sound was even all the way out of my mouth, Lachlan was on me again, his large body draped over mine, his narrow hips pressing my legs apart.
“Ye didn’t think I was done with ye, did ye?” A wicked smile curved his lips as he slid back inside my still throbbing core.
He hadn’t softened at all, and we both groaned as he bottomed out inside me, his pelvis grinding against my clit. Our rough fuck earlier had taken a little of the desperate edge off, but I could feel need building steadily inside me again, a fire rising up from the ashes of my previous orgasm.
“Gods, are you always this fucking good?” I groaned, arching my back to get more pressure on my clit as Lach captured my wrists, pinning them to the mattress beside my head.
He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he dropped his head and lapped at my nipple, his warm tongue sending jolts of pleasure sparking through me. When he closed his mouth around my breast and sucked, flicking my nipple with his tongue, I bit my lip, wrapping my legs around him.