His thrusts were long and deep, and even though I pressed my heels against his round, muscled ass, urging him to go faster, he kept up the same pace. He was as stubborn as I was—and I fucking loved it.
He kept up his delicious torment of my breasts until I was writhing beneath him, lost in a haze of sensations. When he finally released my wrists, I wrapped my arms around him, holding on tight as the bed rocked beneath us. My fingernails dragged down his back, and he gave a low growl, shifting upward to capture my lips in a fierce kiss. His tongue plunged into my mouth as his cock drove into my pussy, each thrust driving me higher and higher.
As my entire body began to shake with my impending orgasm, Lach broke our kiss and braced himself on his forearms, finally picking up his tempo as he pistoned his hips hard and fast.
Fuck, yes.
My shitty little short-term rental, which had seemed small and cold when I’d first arrived, had been transformed into a little slice of paradise by the man who moved above me, his large frame covering mine as his sweat-dampened skin gleamed in the dim light coming through the window. His coppery brown hair appeared almost black, and his features were cut by deep shadows. He looked powerful and dangerous and so fucking sexy.
And he’s mine.
The thought surprised me almost as much as the wave of emotion that followed it, and as my eyes widened in shock, I came hard, my pussy walls clamping around his cock as bright lights danced at the edges of my vision.
“Fuck, yes, Ari. Fuck. Ye’re so damn tight.”
He pounded into me harder—short, choppy strokes as he neared his own release. Then he threw back his head on a roar, his hips grinding against mine as his cock lashed my womb with jets of cum. The corded muscles of his neck stood out in stark relief, and my orgasm rolled on and on as I gazed up at the shadowy beast of a man above me, my bottom lip clamped between my teeth.
Finally, the flood of sensation began to fade, and my body went limp, my tight muscles loosening as I sank into the mattress beneath me. We were both breathing hard, our bodies warm and slicked with sweat, cum leaking from my pussy. I was thoroughly fucked and completely relaxed for the first time since I had overheard Dean Frost and Miss Avery speaking in that meeting room back at Magic Blessed Academy.
“Well, I’m glad to see you too,” I drawled, and Lachlan barked a laugh before dropping his head to kiss me again. He rolled us so that he was on his back and I was draped over him, his cock still buried inside me.
“Oh, I’m more than glad, sweetheart.” His smile flashed in the darkness. “And I’m still not done with ye.”
I grinned, my sated body sparking to life again as I wriggled against him.
“No complaints here.”
Chapter Four
“Merrick and Trace both went back home, right?” I asked, raising my voice a little so Lach would hear me in the other room. I was sitting at the dining room table, my feet propped up on another chair.
The tall Irishman walked from the bathroom, rubbing his hair with a towel. “Yeah, they both went home.” He grinned sinfully at me. “My choice to come to Boston was a last-minute change of plans, but maybe I was bein’ a bit selfish too. I wanted some time alone with ye.”
His words made my body ache pleasantly as a barrage of memories flooded me. I was sore in the best places and still ravenous for more.
More of him.
More of everything.
“Although…” Lachlan tilted his head to the side, considering. “Now that I think about it, maybe they should’ve come too. It would’ve given us a chance to come up with a plan.”
I shrugged. “We’ll have time when we get back to school, we just have to be careful about it. The Gods’ Challenge and the preliminary competition won’t happen for at least a month.”
We only had one week left before classes started, and Lachlan and I had pretty much been inseparable since we’d found each other at the underground fight ring. It was strange for me to want to spend that much time with someone, but I hadn’t had any desire to leave his side—and I was pretty sure he felt the same way. He didn’t cling, but I could tell he wanted to keep me close. I never thought that I would feel comforted by a man wanting to protect me, but things were different now. Besides, if any bad shit went down, I would protect him right back, so that made us even.
We were stronger together, and it’d taken me way too long to realize that.
Lachlan grunted in acknowledgement of my words, then strode over to me, grabbing a fistful of my hair and tilting my head back so he could devour my lips in a searing kiss. My body sparked to life instantly at his touch, and I pulled my feet off the chair and looped a hand around his neck, stroking his tongue with mine.
“Why don’t we head back over to the club,” he murmured when he pulled back. “I want to get a change of clothes, and the guys are having a cookout today.”
I wrinkled my forehead. “It’s cold outside.”
He chuckled, releasing his hold on my hair and grabbing his keys. “They open the garage and cook out, and then we all hang out inside. It’s kind of a thing that they do. I think they cling to the idea of summer so that they don’t feel so depressed when the Boston snow comes and makes ridin’ a drag.”
We headed out on his bike, cold wind whipping over us even as our combined body heat created a bubble of warmth between us. The clubhouse was about thirty minutes from my squat little rental, on the outskirts of Boston. I had met several of the guys over the last week, and they were all very welcoming. There was nothing but laughter inside the place—and a whole bunch of macho personalities just like Lachlan’s.
It’d been eye-opening to meet his club brothers, and it gave me a different perspective on how non-magical people handled it when their friends suddenly developed magic. Vincent had tried to be accepting and supportive when I’d been “blessed” with magic, but as I’d been reminded when I’d visited the fight ring, he just couldn’t look at me the same way anymore. It hurt more than I wanted to admit that my old life had rejected me so thoroughly just because I had magic now.
But not everyone was like that. Lachlan’s motorcycle club hadn’t kicked him out—and no one seemed to look at him with distrust or fear. They treated him as if he was still one of them, no different than any of their other members.
It was nice.
The cookout was freezing but fun. There was loud music, free-flowing beer, but mostly friendship and family. I hoped that whatever the hell happened at Magic Blessed, I would be able to come back to Boston to be around people like this again. My old life was gone, and I needed to start building a new one.
Maybe even one that includes Lachlan, Merrick, and Trace, and the people in their lives.
As I brought my beer bottle to my lips, Lachlan wrapped his thick arms around me from behind, pulling me in close against his body. Once, such an overt display of possessiveness and public affection would’ve made me stiffen in panic, but instead, I sank back into his touch, smiling as he brushed his lips over the curve of my neck. We both watched his club brothers and their women talking and laughing around us, and Lachlan lifted his head to whisper in my ear.
“I’m glad ye’re here with me, lass. Thank ye.”
I turned my head a little to meet his gaze. “For what?”