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Maybe Selene has a point. Maybe he needs to be more present. He’s spent five years avoiding everything he can that has to do with that place. Maybe it’s time he try and make it back more regularly.
The bigger question that runs through his head is whether or not the beings down there would still trust him. He’s spent the last five years basically telling them he wants nothing to do with them, so how would they feel now if he were to return? How can he show them that he’s worthy of being their leader?
CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT
Petra
Petra picks up their dishes and returns them to the kitchen. As she bends over the dishwasher, Lachlan comes behind her and wraps his arms around her middle, folding himself over her. His hands grazed her thighs, moving slowly upward before floating over her core and continuing to land on her breasts. His hands cup them softly.
“Mmm. This robe has done nothing but tease me since you walked in,” he growls, placing his head in the crook of her neck and kissing her lightly.
She pushes back into him, closing the dishwasher door. She stands upright, leaning her back into his chest, lifting an arm to place a hand on the back of his head, and opening herself up to give him better access.
“Is that so?”
“I think it’s been pretty obvious,” he replies wantonly, pushing his hardness into her backside. He lets go of a breast in one hand and undoes the tie on her robe.
She hears a slight intake of breath from behind. His husky, desire-filled voice says into her ear, “And here you are, wearing nothing underneath. Were you trying to entice me, love?”
Slowly moving his hand down the opening of her robe, barely grazing the flesh underneath, his other hand is busy playing with her nipple through the silky material. The sensation of the silk working over her peaked skin is scintillating. Her magic responds to the touch, sending shockwaves of electric heat to her core. She feels dampness inside her upper thigh, signaling how wet and ready she is for him.
“May—Maybe,” she says, her breath hitching. “What would you do if I was?”
“Oh, I could think of a few things,” he responds as his hand finds her heat. Her hands find his as he runs his middle finger down her seam, the teasing nature causing her breathing to hasten in need. “Look at you. So wet already, and I’m just getting started,” he says, his voice low and gravelly as he kisses and licks along her shoulder.
She lets out a soft moan as he moves his finger in deeper, caressing the inside of her folds before landing on her nub. He circles it just the right way, with enough pressure to promise more and yet leave her craving it.
She runs her hands up his arm, firmly placing them on the back of his head, pulling him closer to her. She turns her head, planting her lips on his. He opens his mouth, his tongue meeting hers. The words unsaid between them are many, and they need to figure their shit out, but for now, this speaks volumes. He plunges two fingers inside her wet pussy as his tongue thrusts to meet hers. The mix of sensations is too much; she moans into his mouth, and he swallows every note of pleasure he is wringing from her.
Power is pulsing under her skin, aching to break free, so she lets it, which only heightens her sensations. She feels every point of contact he makes with her body, which sets her alight.
She turns, facing him. He lifts her onto the counter, and Petra’s legs automatically wrap around his middle, pushing his sizeable bulge against her aching core.
He kisses her with so much care and passion. Truly consuming her, and that alone makes her toes want to curl in ecstasy. She has never been devoured like this before. There is no one else she wants to do it.
He kneels before her, placing both hands on her thighs and spreading them wider. She watches as he takes her in, looking at her like she is the goddess he worships.
He kisses the inside of her thigh, his day-old scruff a pleasing sensation as he makes his way up to his dessert. She meets his eyes as he looks up at her from between her legs. “I have been thinking about your taste on my tongue all day,” he says.
He wraps his arms around the back of her legs, pulling her closer to the edge before burying his face in her pussy. She places her hand on the back of his head, pulling him towards her as he licks, sucks, and nips, devouring all of her.
She grinds her hips toward his face, feeling the pressure building at the base of her spine almost instantly. She is so close. All it takes is a hard suck on her clit from Lachlan’s expert mouth, and she is over the edge, writhing into him and screaming his name. She feels his smile against her pussy as he continues to suck on her nub, causing electric shockwaves to roll through her body as sapphire tendrils dance around them.
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
“That’s my wife,” Lachlan says, smirking as he kisses the inside of her thighs before standing up to meet her lips.
The taste of herself on his lips is intoxicating. She tastes the sweetness of her own body and his spiciness as their tongues meet. The blend is perfect, yet never enough. She wants more. More of him. More of them. More of this.
She wraps her legs around his waist, placing her forearms on his shoulders as he leans in further, putting an arm around her back while deepening the kiss. He growls into her mouth and pushes his groin into her exposed core.
As he kisses her and palms her ass, she commands one of her tendrils back around, and it appears behind him. She uses it to loosen his pants and pull them down. He stops and cocks an eye at her as his pants hit the floor. Before he has time to respond, she has lined him up with her soaked pussy. Using her heels on his backside, she pushes his thick cock into her.
She gasps at the quick stretch. She will never get over how thick his cock is and how he feels inside her. As he withdraws, ever so slowly, the sensation has her dropping her head back. He uses the opportunity to lean down and drag his teeth on her hard nipple. She whimpers, overcome with waves of pleasure. Her electric magic dances happily under her skin, adding to the fullness of him buried deep inside her.
He grabs her around her back and thrusts hard into her, unleashing his passion into her, fucking her with everything he has. Her legs wrap tighter around him, and she writhes against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Harder,” she whispers, egging him on.
