Page 12 of Fractured Souls
Lorcan’s eyes widened. “What?”
“I can show you how to block your influence on others. It’s not perfect, but it’ll allow you to move under the radar.”
Zander didn’t have any idea the type of hope he was giving Lorcan right now, and I saw her blink away a strong wave of emotion. She hated the influence she had on others, so what he was offering was huge.
“That would be amazing,” she breathed out. “Let’s do that when we have the chance.”
Zander nodded as the server arrived with our drinks and Lorcan melted into me, her eyes closed as she tried to regulate her emotions. I kissed the shell of her ear as she shook her head, almost in disbelief.
Between the stress of being recognized and now the rising hope of a solution affecting her, I made a quick decision. After communicating silently to my brothers, I stood and offered Lorcan my hand. It would be a minute until the food was ready anyway.
“Where are we going?” she asked in confusion as I led her through a back hall and onto a balcony. I had scented the fresh air from our table, and while I didn’t think we were supposed to be back here, I also didn’t give a fuck. Nor did I think anyone was actually going to bother us.
“Giving you a break from all the attention,” I murmured. She laughed softly and turned into me, my hands capturing the rail on either side of her. We had been in a very similar positionthatmorning when she’d woken up with blue glitter covering her skin, refusing to answer me when I demanded to know why. Instead she’d told me that she wanted to die, and I realized just how deep Lorcan had fallen into a state of depression and hopelessness.
It was also when I decided that no matter what I had to do, no matter our past or the hurt there, I was going to keep her safe—even if it was from her fucking self.
“I forgot how intense it was, having everyone focus on you,” she admitted.
“I wish I could rip out their eyes so they couldn’t look at you.”
Her surprised laugh had me arching a brow, affection filling her gaze. “That shouldn’t have been romantic, but it was.”
Loving the sound of her laughter, I cupped her jaw, my brow furrowing as she tensed at the sound of other voices. I used my foot to close the door behind me, giving us privacy, instinctively knowing I needed to distract her. Tilting her chin up, my hand sliding around her throat, I kissed her hard enough so that she had no choice but to focus on me and nothing else. The way her hands slid onto my chest and her nails bit down on the muscle had me feeling a sense of pride that she was so affected by my mere kiss.
“I can be romantic for you,” I growled against her lips. “Although most of my romantic gestures involve hurting anyone that looks at you.”
“And that totally shouldn’t be hot,” she said breathlessly, going up on her toes and kissing me again, deepening the moment. I groaned at the feel of her tongue against mine, and I didn’t hesitate to lift her by the waist and set her on the rail, loving the way her legs wrapped around me, her dress sliding up. The drop below us was steep, so I kept her tight against me, one hand on her waist as the other traveled up and slid the strap of her dress off her shoulder.
Her skin broke into shivers as she whimpered against my mouth, and I nearly cursed, feeling how hot her center was. My cock was painfully hard, and I could distantly hear the voices from the restaurant, only spurring me on to keep her distracted…and to mark her. The possessive urge to do so again and again rolled through me despite having officially put my mating mark on her, and when her dress fell, I cupped her breast and ran my thumb over her nipple, causing a moan to leave her.
“Fuck,” I grunted, pulling back and looking over her before wrapping a secure arm around her waist and kissing down her neck. I loved the way she arched into my hand, making me use a bit more force while toying with her nipple. When my mouth reached her breast, I teased the soft skin with my tongue.
Her hands ran through my hair as she whispered my name, and I turned to teasing her with my teeth before moving to the other breast, the dress pooling around her waist. I groaned, loving how exposed she was to me.
“Dean,” she whimpered. “I need you. Please.”
“Sweetest fucking words,” I growled against her skin, tugging her forward off the rail and kissing her hard. Stumbling slightly in her heels, she made a surprised noise as I turned her towards the railing and gently pressed her forward. Knowing what I wanted, she spread her legs and leaned over it, my hand running down her spine before I pushed up her dress.
Fuck.I loved when she listened to me so damn well. Her submission was something I craved.
“No panties, little minx?” I demanded, my voice rough in realization. Her perfect pink pussy was on display, and she was so damn wet that I couldn’t stop myself from crouching down and inhaling her perfect scent. Burying my mouth against her wet heat, I didn’t even give her a moment to respond, her cry of my name telling me she needed this as much as I did if not fucking more. Although that seemed impossible.
“I couldn’t with the dress,” she said between gasps. I chuckled darkly and stood, wishing I could make her come on my lips but knowing that releasing inside of her, feeling her climax around me, was exactly what both of us needed right now. Lorcan was stressed, and I knew I could fuck it out of her—even if it probably wasn’t the best time or place.
“I think you just wanted one of us to push it up and fuck you.” I chuckled, my voice pained at the realization I was right when she didn’t deny it. How long had she been suffering? Running my fingers over her pussy, I used my other hand to unbuckle my pants and cursed as I ran the tip of my cock against her wet slit.
“Dean.” Her voice was a breathy whine and spurred me into action.
I didn’t even hesitate before sliding inside of her. Lorcan’s cry of my name filled the air, and I relished in the way it echoed, the mountains making it louder than normal. Good—I wanted everyone to know that I was fully inside of her, because that was all they would ever get. No one except her chosen would get to see her like this.
“You’re so tight and hot,” I groaned as I buried myself balls deep in her pussy. I pulled back and pushed in again slowly, loving the way she tightened around me. My grip turned almost bruising on her hip as my other entangled in her hair, fisting it in a rough movement that had her soaking my cock even further.
“Please move.” Her voice was wobbly. “Please fucking move, Dean.”
So I did. I began to fuck her hard—as hard as I could give her. Lorcan’s cries, whimpers, and moans only spurred me on as I pounded in and out of her, trying to fuck every ounce of tension and stress from her. When I felt her tightening around me like a vise, I cursed as her first climax rolled over her. I nearly came my-fucking-self as I leaned over her, my lips against my mark on her neck. I felt like a fucking animal taking her like this, bent over as she melted further and further into the rail.
Yet every time I pulled out she offered a noise of protest, so I continued to drill into her, knowing that I was going to come soon. I wanted to see my cum leaking out of her, to feel her shudder around me as she climaxed hard—
