Eight

Chapter Eight

Emma was staring up at him, green flickers of light sparkling in her dark eyes. Lachlan had no idea what she was thinking or planning to do. Strangely, the thought didn’t unnerve him as it usually would. Emma was honest, open, and direct. There wasn’t a hint of subterfuge around her. He might actually trust this woman.

His times with other Fae couldn’t be called intimate. They were all transactional. Sealing agreements or creating temporary magic bindings to power spells. This feeling of anticipation she had described had a magic all its own.

She smirked as if she could hear his thoughts. He reached out and dusted his fingertips across her cheek. Her smile faltered for a moment, then she broke eye contact, staring at his dick. His chest tightened with an unpleasant feeling. He’d never been subjected to such scrutiny. What was running through that sharp mind of hers?

He was about to ask when she ran her hands up over his thighs, then leaned forward and brushed her cheek along his shaft. His nerves lit up like the bonfires of Beltane, heat flooding through his body. What was she doing? Whatever it was, he wanted more.

She reached up and gripped his shaft, giving it a long, firm stroke. Lachlan let out a guttural sound unlike anything he’d heard from himself in all his existence. More pleasure cascaded through him, his muscles tightening, his fingers curling with the urge to grab her. But if he did, then this exquisite torture would be over.

Once more, she smirked at him as if she could read his mind. He found himself smiling back, even though in this power play, he was at an extreme disadvantage. He needed to observe, to learn, to figure out how to bring the same pleasure to her. Ideas were just beginning to form when she brought her lips to his crown, opening her mouth and running her tongue along its ridge.

All thoughts vanished as the most intense pleasure he’d ever felt crashed through his body. He hadn’t known his nerves could experience bliss, but beneath her hands, in her mouth, he was finding a kind of ecstasy he hadn’t realized existed. She brought her other hand to his shaft, both squeezing him tight as she continued to rhythmically stroke him. While she did, she worked as much of him into her mouth as she could, swirling her tongue over his most sensitive skin.

Pressure built within him, a pounding pulse warning him that she was too adept with her attentions. He wanted to be inside her, wanted her writhing beneath him. He grabbed her shoulders, urging her away. She glanced up at him, her eyebrows furrowed. Something she saw in his face must have explained his actions, because she rose to stand close to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a deep, passionate kiss.

He lifted her from her feet and spun them toward the bed. She clasped her legs around his waist, enabling him to crawl up the bed without breaking their kiss. He pressed her against the soft mattress and wanted nothing more than to plunge into her, but she had warned him that he needed to make her body ready. ’Stimulation and simulation.’ She had certainly done that for him. Now, it was his turn.

He kissed a trail down her neck and along her collarbones, lingering when she shivered or hissed in a breath. Every time, an answering pleasure echoed through him. His dick throbbed with the need to fill her. He palmed one of her small breasts, running his thumb across her nipple. She gasped, her body arching against him. He caught her other tight nub between his lips, flicking it with his tongue. Emma burrowed her fingers through his hair, her nails running across his scalp and sending waves of electric sensation through him. Goosebumps cantered over his skin. His chest was so full, he could barely breathe.

While he continued his attentions to her breasts, he brushed his hand down to the soft curls at the apex of her legs. She moaned as he slid his fingers through her slit, gathering her wetness. Circling her clitoris with his thumb, he slid two fingers deep within her core, stretching his fingers as he thrust them in and drew them out rhythmically. She let out a plaintive noise, tugging on his hair.

“Lachlan…”

A thrum of power shuddered through him as she spoke his name. Not the magic he was used to, but something new. Something different. It wasn’t even his truename, yet he felt the pull of it in his soul.

He pulled his hand away, lifting himself above her so that his crown barely parted her wet flesh. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him forward. He wanted to wait, to go slowly, but the temptation she presented was too great. He thrust himself deep, her channel parting for him, squeezing him tight. Nothing had ever felt so good.

She let out a cry, her nails digging into his back. Before he could ask if she was alright, she said, “More.”

Lachlan rocked his hips against hers, loving how she rose to meet each thrust. Her core pulled against him, as if her body didn’t want to let him part from her. The friction was driving him nearly insane with a need for more. Emma dragged her fingernails along his back, the added sensation taking him higher. She gripped his ass, urging him to land harder each time he thrust back into her.

Heat pooled within him, coalescing where they were joined. He felt it reflected from her body, as her sex began to pulse around him. She arched beneath him, crying out as her climax tore through her. Each wave of pleasure conjured an answering bliss deep within him. It coiled tight, then burst forth in an explosion of ecstasy unlike anything he’d ever known. He lost himself in the sensations, the energy coursing through him obliterating all thought. When he came back to his senses, Emma lay beneath him, a soft smile on her face as her chest heaved with quick breaths.

“Well, that did not disappoint,” she said.

He smiled, then leaned down and kissed the nape of her neck. “I’m glad to hear it. Because I found it absolutely extraordinary.”

The slightest tremor fluttered beneath his touch. He pulled back to look at her, but she wouldn’t meet his eyes. Her lips were pressed together in a thin line and her eyes glittered oddly.

“We should probably finish up that cake,” she said, her voice a bit raspy.

Lachlan stared at her for a moment, then rolled to the side. She slid out from beneath him and shimmied to the edge of the bed. He stayed where he was, watching as she dressed. How could she move on from something that had been so special? Had she not found it so? A pang skittered through his chest at the thought.

When she was dressed, she turned toward him and said, “Are you coming?”

“Yeah.”

He rose from the bed, warming a bit at the way her cheeks flushed and her eyes smoldered as she looked at him. She definitely desired him physically. But he suddenly realized that he wanted more. He wanted a true partner. Someone to help him guide his kingdom and everyone within. Listening to her, learning about her, he was certain she would be the perfect person to take on that role. He wanted it to be her. But the way she was acting, she still seemed to want nothing to do with it.

Not bothering to hide his magic, he summoned a swirling vortex of energy that wrapped around him, conjuring an outfit similar to the one he’d worn before. Emma’s lips tightened and she looked away. How could he win her heart when she was so set against the magic he possessed? And what had happened to make her turn away from it so vehemently?

He could only hope that she would share her past with him. And maybe, somehow, they could find a way toward a future together.