Secret of the Gods (Magic Blessed Academy 2)

“Fuck.”

The sound was tortured, and the circling fingers on my clit stopped. He finished what I had started, shoving his own pants down enough to free his cock and dragging the thick length back and forth through my pussy lips, wetting himself in my arousal.

“Hands on the bed, Ari. Bend over for me.”

Under normal circumstances, I’d dick punch a guy for telling me what to do. B

ut Lach’s low purr made more wetness seep from my core, bathing his cock, and my body was moving before I had even decided to obey the command. I hinged at the waist, planting my palms on the bedspread in front of me.

The feral Irishman behind me made another low noise of approval, running possessive hands up and down my back, over the curve of my ass, cupping my breasts as they swayed slightly.

“Ye’re beautiful like this, sweetheart, ye know that?” he groaned. “Hot as hell. And fuckin’ mine.”

My heart skipped a beat, my stomach clenching with a mixture of arousal, panic, and… something else. The same Ari who would’ve punched a guy in the junk for bossing her around would’ve run for the hills if any man had uttered that word around her.

But the old Ari wasn’t here right now.

And this wasn’t just any man.

This was Lachlan O’Shae.

The cocky, frustrating, gorgeous Irishman who had saved my life more than once during the Gods’ Challenge last semester. The man who fought with me, who pushed all my damn buttons, and who had my back. Always.

Heat flared inside me, and I bit my lip as I craned my neck to look over my shoulder, my tousled dark hair falling over my face. “Am I yours, Lach?”

“Aye,” he rasped.

“Then prove it.”

A muscle in his jaw twitched. His gaze stayed locked on mine as he drew back, fisting his cock and lining himself up. I felt the smooth, rounded head breach my entrance, stretching me deliciously. Then he surged forward, bottoming out inside me in one stroke.

He was big. Thick and long.

And I felt him everywhere.

My back arched, a raw cry wrenched from me as sensations overwhelmed me. Lachlan’s strong fingers dug into the flesh of my hips, holding me steady as he withdrew and thrust in again, grunting like an animal as he began to fuck me hard and fast.

His hips crashed into my ass with every thrust, and the sounds of our slapping flesh and heavy breaths filled the room, a soundtrack that drowned out every other thought in my head.

There was no logic.

There was no reason.

Hell, there was no tomorrow.

There was just this.

Just the feel of Lachlan filling me with every stroke, of my legs shaking as I worked to keep my balance, of my clit throbbing as pleasure surged inside me.

“Do ye believe me now, Ari?” he grunted. “That yer mine?”

My pussy clenched hard around him, a groan falling from my lips.

Gods. How the hell could I deny it? I couldn’t even fucking speak.

The answer was written all over my damn body. In the bruise marks on my ass I was sure his fingers were leaving, and in the cream sliding down my thighs from the place where he impaled me.

I would never admit it later, but in this moment, Lachlan fucking owned me.