Page 94 of Losing My Siren Luna
I laughed softly at his expression. "No you won't," I teased him, “And I won.”
His eyebrows pulled together, and he looked searchingly in my eyes for a few seconds before his eyes dropped down to stare at my lips. That longing expression returns to his face, and he sighs deeply.
“Not yet, you don’t,” he rumbles, surprising me as he quickly stands, lifting me over his shoulder and runs in the opposite direction Cherum came from.
“Hey!” I yelled out, “That’s cheating! He has already found us,” I stammered, lifting my head to see Cherum watching us with a confused look. Right before we reached the first hedge, Cherum started to take off after us, as I reached out for his help. "Cherum, help!"
“It’s not cheating,” Lachlan laughs. “He hasn’t caught you yet.”
“That wasn’t in the rules!” I laughed loudly, feeling like a sack of flour tossed over his shoulder at being like this.
“It is now,” Lachlan laughs with me, “I don’t like losing.”
“Me neither!” I squealed. “Put me down! I won! Cherum, save me!”
"I'm trying, lass!" Cherum pants out, pushing himself harder.
“Nope. You win if he catches me,” Lachlan continues to race through the maze, Cherum tight on his heels, yelling for his ‘damned Alpha’ to stop.
“I totally won, you cheater,” I tickle Lachlan’s sides, but it does nothing to stop him.
He laughs freely. “Fine, but I still want my kiss.”
“Fine!” I squirmed, reaching my hands out for Cherum to reach for. Cherum doesn’t seem to understand what’s going on, but he can tell I want him to get to me. He was trying his hardest to comply, a fierce determined look on his face.
“Damn it, you gritty bastard. Give me my Luna.” Cherum is so close, just a few more inches and he could touch my fingers. Right when I think he is finally going to get to us, Lachlan makes a sharp right, turning off into a hidden path, making me scream at the sudden action. Cherum goes barreling into a rose bush, one that looks like it is full of thorns.
“That wasn’t nice,” I scolded my husband, spanking his thigh. I watched and saw Cherum pulling himself up from the ground, growling as he pulled a thorny branch out of his shirt and another from his beard.
“He called me a gritty bastard,” he huffs, “He deserved it.”
I sigh, deciding fighting him is futile. I rested my chin in my hand, my elbow propped on his back and making me jerk with every hurried step. I will wait for him to finish his little game. I won. I know I did, but if winning is that important to him, I’ll just go along with it.
Lachlan runs all the way through the training grounds, earning us many questioning looks. Cherum must have given up the chase. He is no longer following us and I lost sight of him back in the garden after he crashed into the bush. He really doesn’t have a chance of catching us at this point anyway. Lachlan's stubborn determination is nothing to take lightly.
“Our mate is too strong,”Val gushes.
“More like he is too stubborn. Like a mule. I darned pack mule with the way he's carrying me.”I huff, making her laugh with amusement.
Lachlan runs all the way to our room, only slowing down to open the door. When we get inside, he tosses me on the bed, making me grunt in annoyance at the jarring action, then throws both of his hands in the air triumphantly.
“I win!” He grins, looking like an adorable child with a small accomplishment.
“Sure you did,” I chuckled at him, shaking my head.
He bends over me, his panting breath mixing with mine. “I want my prize now.”
“I hope you feel honorable, cheating the way you did,” I teased him.
“Dishonor feels just fine right now,” he smirks before pressing his lips to mine. He moans in appreciation, making my heart hammer loudly in my chest. Val is doing back-flips, loving the way the bond is erupting inside of us.
When his lips start to move sensually, urging my bottom lip between his, I feel like I’m melting. My hands pressed against his chest, began to grip his shirt, bringing his body closer to mine. He anchors himself on his forearms, not touching me, but I can feel the heat of his large frame above me. The bond is coursing through my veins, begging for more, but my mind still isn’t ready for that yet. I barely feel ready for this, but it feels too good to stop.
When his tongue caresses against the seal of my lips, I gasp from the tingling sensation that it causes, and his tongue gently caresses against mine. He tastes surprisingly sweet and minty, making me whimper for more. I don’t know what has come over me, but I want more. I want the sensation of the bond to overtake me, making me forget everything else but the man treating me so tenderly, like I have never felt before.
We kiss for what feels like an eternity, and at the same time, no time at all. When he gently pulls away, resting his forehead on mine, I miss the contact instantly.
“I truly love you, my Lira,” he whispered hoarsely.
