Secret of the Gods (Magic Blessed Academy 2)

Oh, gods. Fuck the keys. He can just keep doing that forever.

I barely cared anymore if we made it inside the door or not. Hell, we’d made out like horny teenagers in an alley less than an hour ago. It wouldn’t be that big of a jump for us to fuck against the door outside my apartment, right?

But we were so damn close. We could make it.

“Lachlan.” I drew my head back, my pussy throbbing and my voice hoarse. “Open the godsdamn door.”

His emerald eyes flashed with heat, and he yanked the key out of my pocket, jamming it into the lock. A second later, the door opened and closed behind us with a bang. Darkness shrouded us, and Lach didn’t bother to turn on a light. He spun around, slamming my back against the door and pinning it there with his massive body.

Then he devoured me.

Chapter Three

Whatever had happened between me and Lachlan in the alley, whatever chemistry had burned white-hot between us, it was nothing compared to this.

His cock was hot and hard against my core as he ground against me, slanting his lips over mine in a searing kiss. I sucked in oxygen through my nose, threading my fingers through his shaggy red-brown hair and matching each stroke of his tongue with my own, giving back as good as I got. His kiss was about to burn me down, but I wouldn’t be the only one going up in flames.

“Fuck, Ari. Fuckin’ hell, sweetheart,” he groaned as he finally broke the connection between our lips, breathing just as hard as I was. His large, calloused hands found the hem of my shirt and slipped up underneath it, sliding over the skin of my stomach and waist.

“I guess you missed me,” I shot back, quirking a smile.

I was partly joking. After all, it’d only been a short time since we had all left Magic Blessed Academy for the break.

But Lachlan’s response didn’t have an ounce of humor in it. That same look I had seen in his eyes outside lit the bright green of his irises from within, making them glint like gemstones.

“Ye have no fuckin’ idea.” His nostrils flared, and before I knew what was happening, he was stepping away from the door and setting me on my feet.

My body missed the warmth of his pressed flush against it, the feel of his cock, the hardness of his muscles. But I didn’t have time to dwell on that, because his hands seemed to be everywhere—tugging at the zipper of my jacket and sliding it off my shoulders, pulling my shirt over my head, palming and groping my breasts.

He pinched my nipples through the soft fabric of my bra, and I let out a low moan. I followed his lead, grabbing for his clothes and yanking them from his body, indulging in the feel of his warm skin beneath my palms. We kept trying to kiss, but our lips broke apart as we tore at each other’s clothes, wild need filling the space between us.

My fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans, and when I slid the zipper down and reached in to wrap my hand around his cock, he grabbed my chin in a punishing grip.

He was hard, like velvet covered steel, pulsing lightly against my palm. My lips and tongue ached to taste him, and it made slick wetness gather in my pussy.

When I slid my hand up and down his thick length, his grip on me tightened, his body growing taut as a bowstring.

I did it again, and his lips curled on a growl.

“I’m not comin’ in yer hand, sweetheart,” he grunted. “Or that pretty fuckin’ mouth.” He stepped toward me, crowding my body with his larger one as he tilted my head up, holding it at the perfect angle to drown me in another kiss. His hips pressed into the movement of my hand, and he tore his lips from mine to brush them against the shell of my ear. “When I come, I’m gonna fill up yer hot little pussy. I want every fuckin’ inch of my cock inside you when I let go.”

His words were like an atomic bomb, setting off a wave of desire inside me that made me whimper.

Lach must’ve liked that sound, because he finally stopped teasing me. My hand was pulled from his pants a second before he spun me in his embrace, wrapping his arms around me with my back pressed to his front. He walked us through the small apartment to the bedroom, stopping a few feet from the bed before roughly shoving down my jeans and panties in one swift motion.

The fabric bunched at my knees, and his hands skimmed back up my body, unclasping my bra and letting it fall. His large hands palmed my breasts, kneading and massaging them until they felt heavy and swollen, my nipples hard against his palms.

Then one hand strayed lower, sliding down the plane of my stomach and over my mound. His fingertips grazed my clit, and an involuntary sound fell from my lips. I was panting, on the edge of flying apart, as one thick finger slid through my folds, gathering my wetness before bringing it back up to play with my clit again.

“Lachlan…” The groan was half plea, half warning, and I heard him laugh darkly behind me.

“Yeah, sweetheart? Somethin’ ye need?”

“You know there fucking is.”

His lips brushed my ear, his fingers moving harder and faster on my clit. “What would that be, then?”

“Give me your fucking cock, unless you want me to come on your hand.”