Secret of the Gods (Magic Blessed Academy 2)

“It does,” he murmured. “But it’s not like we’ve got a lot of choice in the matter.”

Irritation flared inside me, dousing some of the lust coursing through my veins. I wasn’t pissed at Lachlan, but at this entire fucked up situation.

“I was serious last time I talked to you guys,” I said, my voice hard. “We have to do the Gods’ Challenge again. We have to go back there. There’s something seriously fucked up going on at the school, and it’s costing people their lives.”

Lachlan chuckled. “Ye sound like some kind of superhero trying to rid the world of evil. But I agree, we need to go back. And if I didn’t agree, there’s no fuckin’ way any of us would let ye go to the godly realm on your own. I told ye we’ve got yer back, and I meant it.”

My hands landed on his chest again, grabbing the supple leather and pulling him closer. I could feel the press of his cock against me as his body caged mine against the wall again, and my breath came a little faster.

“It just makes me so angry,” I muttered, continuing our conversation even as I moved against him, sparking sensations everywhere in my body. “None of this is our fault. The gods are the ones who gave us these powers, and now we’re being forced to go to a school that apparently wants to kill its students. That’s some fucked up shit, and I won’t stand for it.”

Lachlan’s hands moved down to cup my ass, and he hiked me against him, grinding his hard-on against my swollen clit. I groaned, he smiled wickedly, squeezing my ass cheeks hard. “While I appreciate yer motivation to save the world, Ari, part of me thinks ye just want to do this because ye love a good fight.” His chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Don’t try to deny it, I’ve seen it in yer eyes.”

I smirked, rolling my eyes. But he knew me too well already.

“Okay, maybe just a bit of it is because I love a good fight.”

I tilted my head a little as Lachlan dropped his lips to my neck again, smiling up at the dark sky. I couldn’t see the stars through the clouds, but I didn’t really give a fuck.

When Lach trailed his lips over my jaw, I grabbed his face in both hands, pulling him up to kiss me again. Our tongues battled desperately as he slipped a thick leg between mine, grinding his thigh against my clit. I pushed back against him, riding his leg, groping him shamelessly as we kissed.

It was a struggle of brute strength, and a perfect representation of exactly what type of relationship we had. We were both physical beings with aggressive personalities, and foreplay was a wrestle to the finish.

With my back against the wall, and his strength winning out over mine, he slid his hand up my throat and grabbed my chin in a tight grip, holding me in place as he kissed the breath out of me. When his lips finally released mine, he stared at me intently, dominance and lust in his gaze.

“Why don’t ye come back to my place?” I whispered against his lips, my chest rising and falling fast. “It’s nothing special, a temporary rental, but it’s better than a damn alley.”

I didn’t care so much about the idea of fucking in public or the worry about getting caught. But I wanted room to maneuver. To appreciate every fucking inch of the solid, devastatingly handsome man before me. I wanted Lachlan completely naked, not just with his pants slung low enough on his hips to pull his dick out.

His eyes, sparkling green, scan

ned over me for a moment as his mouth tipped up in a slight grin. As his hand released my chin, he nodded. “We’ll take my bike.”

It seemed to take him physical effort to step away from me, and only my determination to tear all of his clothes off kept me from pulling him back and demanding he fuck me right here and now.

We made our way out of the alley and headed toward Lachlan’s bike. I could see the visible bulge straining his pants, and my fingers itched to touch it. To wrap around it and feel the smooth heat brand my palm.

“Fuck, Ari.” Lachlan’s groan drew my attention, and I snapped my head up to meet his gaze. He looked tortured. “Ye keep lookin’ at me like that, I’ll bend ye over my fuckin’ bike and take ye right now.”

My toes practically curled inside the heavy boots I was wearing, and my pace quickened.

“Then get us the hell back to my place. Now.”

He climbed onto the large motorcycle, and I got on behind him. I slid forward, my thighs tight against his, my body pressed against him. He started up the bike, and it rumbled between us as I wrapped my arms around his waist. I wasn’t used to being on a bike, but I loved it, every second of it—the wind whipping across my skin, the vibration of the powerful machine beneath me, and the man clutched between my thighs.

We rumbled loudly down the street, and I gripped onto Lach, scooting my hips forward and running my hands down to his thighs. It was a tease, my fingers lingering on each side of his cock, every once in a while pressing firmly into his thigh.

“Fuck,” I heard him mutter, and I felt the sound vibrate against my chest. “Ye’re gonna kill me, woman.”

By the time the bike pulled up in front of my rental, the heat between us was almost unbearable. He jumped off first and grabbed me by the waist, picking me up as if I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs and arms around him, relishing the feel of his hard, muscular body against mine.

He walked straight for the door as I ran my lips over the light stubble on his jaw, breathing in his whiskey and ginger scent. It combined with his natural musk to create such a potent aphrodisiac that I thought I might come just from the fucking smell of this man.

“Keys, Ari,” he grunted when we reached the door, his voice low and strained.

“Back pocket.” My answer was breathless as I tightened my grip on him, squeezing him with my legs.

With one hand holding me up, he used the other to delve into the back pocket of my jeans, massaging me with a firm, hungry touch.