Page 89 of Night Sector
I tightened my hold in his hair as he moved his fingers up to my hip bones, his thumbs completing little circles against my skin.
“Where else did he bite you?” he asked, his voice low as he finished with my hips—his nose having brushed against each one when he was done.
“My breasts,” I told him. “My… clit.”
His nostrils flared, his gaze going to my shaved mound. “Only your clit? Nowhere else down here?”
My throat worked as I slowly shook my head. “He bit me multiple places down there.”
Lorcan’s jaw ticked, his thoughts raging with murderous intent.
He would have to stand in line. Because now that I knew Fare had survived, I fully intended to murder him all over again.
And this time, I would remember to bring a fucking match.
Mmm, there’s my little killer,Lorcan mused into my mind.
I almost snorted, but his touch… went… to my overheated center. He gently applied soap, his movements meticulous as he lathered away Fare’s invisible marks.
And replaced them with his own.
My legs trembled, my fingers clenching in his hair.
I hadn’t been with an Alpha in over a century. These last however many days with Fare didn’t count. He hadn’t knotted me. He’d only bitten me. He’d been waiting until I was too incoherent for words to fuck me.
His friends hadn’t even entered the room.
Yet there were still hundreds of memories I longed to have erased.Replaced.
It could be the residual moments of my heat driving my needs, but deep down, I knew it was so much more than that.
Somewhere along the way, Lorcan had touched a piece of my soul. Maybe with those afternoon runs. The way he’d cuddled my wolf.
Or perhaps it was justher, my animal, knowing that this was right. Knowing that he was meant to be ours. Choosing him as her mate, not because we’d been forced into this mating of convenience, but because he’d proved himself worthy to her.
Then he’d proved himself worthy tomeby not knotting me when he easily could have.
He’d respected me.
He’d protected me.
He’dhealedme.
And now, he seemed to be claiming me.
With each touch, I felt more and more like I belonged to him.
His palms went to my hips again as he leaned in to scent my mound and lower to my clit, his nose skimming my skin along the way. His exhale touched my slick folds, sending a quiver up my spine.
“Lorcan,” I whispered, my legs suddenly weak.
“Mmm,” he hummed. “Say it again.”
“Lorcan.”
“Good girl,” he breathed, the words right against my sensitive nub. “Do you want me to more thoroughly remove his bite, little killer? Replace it with my tongue, perhaps?”
“Yes,” I admitted. “Yes, please.”
