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"Bullshit." I grind my hips backward, deliberately sliding my ass right against the thick, aching ridge of his cock.
A choked sound rips out of his throat, his hips jerking forward in an involuntary, helpless twitch. His hand clamps down on my hip hard enough to bruise.
"Stop moving," he warns, his accent thickening into a jagged burr. "You have no idea what you're playing with. I am trying to keep you alive."
"I drank poison last night, Lachlan. I walked into a room full of vampires and God knows what else and survived." I twist in his grip until I'm halfway on my back, looking up into his stormy eyes. "I don't need you to protect me from yourself. And right now? I'm not asking."
Something snaps.
It’s an audible shift in the air, like a snapped guitar string.
Lachlan snatches the book out of my hands and hurls it across the room. It slams against the stone wall with a loud thud, and Kirk scrambles under a dresser with a wooden chirp.
Before I can draw breath, Lachlan flips me flat onto the mattress.
He covers me completely. Seven feet of broad, scarred Highlander muscle pressing me deep into the crushed velvet duvet, his heavy thighs bracketing my hips. He grabs both of my wrists and pins them over my head against the pillows with one massive, calloused hand.
His eyes are pure gold. The bear is right at the surface, his lips pulled back just far enough to show the lethal points of his canines.
"You think this is a game, woman?" he snarls, his face inches from mine, his breath hot and smelling of mint and raw need. "You think you can push me and push me and I won't take what's mine?"
"Prove it," I challenge, my chest heaving, my thighs clenching around an ache so wet and heavy it hurts. "Prove you want me."
His free hand grips the high slit of my gown and yanks. Velvet tears with a sharp rip, exposing my thigh and the scrap of black lace underwear I put on yesterday. His fingers hook into the lace, tearing the fabric apart and tossing it to the floor.
I gasp, squirming against the sudden cold air.
Lachlan releases my wrists, shucks off the lazily wrapped kilt in a smooth motion, and drops between my knees.
He grabs my thighs, hoists my legs over his broad shoulders, and buries his face straight into my cunt.
A groan tears out of my throat, my hands flying into his thick, wavy hair.
He tastes me like a starving beast. His tongue is wide, rough, and scorching hot, flattening against my clit in long, heavy upward laps. He groans into my skin, the vibration buzzing straight through my pelvis, sending liquid fire shooting down my legs.
"Lachlan—" I sob, my heels digging into the muscles of his back.
He ignores me. He spreads my folds with his thumbs, feasting on me, his teeth gently scraping the swollen nub of my clit until my hips buck helplessly off the mattress. He pushes two thick fingers inside me, stretching me wide, pumping in and out in rhythm with his ruthless, devouring mouth.
The pleasure is too much. It's violent and suffocating. My hands grip his braids, pulling hard, but he only buries his mouth deeper, licking up every drop of my slickness.
"Please," I choke out. "Please, Lachlan—"
My orgasm explodes through me a second later.
I clamp down hard around his fingers, my whole body arching off the bed in a violent shudder. I chant his name into the high-vaulted ceiling as wave after wave of heat rips through my core, my thighs trembling against his shoulders.
He drinks down every spasm, his tongue relentless until the shudders slowly subside, leaving me panting, drenched in sweat and my own juices.
Lachlan rises over me, his chest heaving, his mouth gleaming wet.
The sight of him steals whatever air I have left in my lungs. He’s fully naked, corded with thick muscle, his skin slick with sweat. His cock stands heavy and dark between his hips, nearly as thick as my forearm, clear fluid already pooling head.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more powerful or handsome than he is.
He settles between my open thighs, the burning tip nudging against my entrance.
Our wrists brush. The branded Celtic knot flares to life instantly, a blinding ring of cyan and molten gold pulsing in sync with our erratic heartbeats.
