Secret of the Gods (Magic Blessed Academy 2)

Maybe he could read the confirmation in my silence, because the tempo of his thrusts grew even more brutal and demanding. I swore I could feel him thickening inside me, and I dropped my head, my arms shaking as much as my legs as the bed squeaked from the force of our movement.

Keeping a firm grip on one hip, he released the other and slipped his hand down to massage my clit.

“Gods. Fuck. Lachlan!”

The words burst from me as my world exploded into sharp splinters of pleasure. My body shook, and Lachlan growled low in his throat as he pounded into me, finally burying himself to the hilt and grinding his hips against my ass.

I could feel his cock pulsing and throbbing inside me, and I clenched around him, milking every drop as hot jets of cum filled me. When the rush of sensation finally faded, we were both breathing like we’d sprinted all the way here from the fight ring.

Lachlan looped his arms around my waist, lifting my upper body and pulling me up to stand. His broad chest pressed against my back, and he tilted my head so he could kiss me, his tongue sliding sensually against mine.

“I love to hear ye scream, lass,” he rumbled as we broke apart.

Then he slid out of me, scooped me up, and tossed me onto the bed. I let out a yelp as my back hit the soft, slightly springy mattress, but before the sound was even all the way out of my mouth, Lachlan was on me again, his large body draped over mine, his narrow hips pressing my legs apart.

“Ye didn’t think I was done with ye, did ye?” A wicked smile curved his lips as he slid back inside my still throbbing core.

He hadn’t softened at all, and we both groaned as he bottomed out inside me, his pelvis grinding against my clit. Our rough fuck earlier had taken a little of the desperate edge off, but I could feel need building steadily inside me again, a fire rising up from the ashes of my previous orgasm.

“Gods, are you always this fucking good?” I groaned, arching my back to get more pressure on my clit as Lach captured my wrists, pinning them to the mattress beside my head.

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he dropped his head and lapped at my nipple, his warm tongue sending jolts of pleasure sparking through me. When he closed his mouth around my breast and sucked, flicking my nipple with his tongue, I bit my lip, wrapping my legs around him.

His thrusts were long and deep, and even though I pressed my heels against his round, muscled ass, urging him to go faster, he kept up the same pace. He was as stubborn as I was—and I fucking loved it.

He kept up his delicious torment of my breasts until I was writhing beneath him, lost in a haze of sensations. When he finally released my wrists, I wrapped my arms around him, holding on tight as the bed rocked beneath us. My fingernails dragged down his back, and he gave a low growl, shifting upward to capture my lips in a fierce kiss. His tongue plunged into my mouth as his cock drove into my pussy, each thrust driving me higher and higher.

As my entire body began to shake with my impending orgasm, Lach broke our kiss and braced himself on his forearms, finally picking up his tempo as he pistoned his hips hard and fast.

Fuck, yes.

My shitty little short-term rental, which had seemed small and cold when I’d first arrived, had been transformed into a little slice of paradise by the man who moved above me, his large frame covering mine as his sweat-dampened skin gleamed in the dim light coming through the window. His coppery brown hair appeared almost black, and his features were cut by deep shadows. He looked powerful and dangerous and so fucking sexy.

And he’s mine.

The thought surprised me almost as much as the wave of emotion that followed it, and as my eyes widened in shock, I came hard, my pussy walls clamping around his cock as bright lights danced at the edges of my vision.

“Fuck, yes, Ari. Fuck. Ye’re so damn tight.”

He pounded into me harder—short, choppy strokes as he neared his own release. Then he threw back his head on a roar, his hips grinding against mine as his cock lashed my womb with jets of cum. The corded muscles of his neck stood out in stark relief, and my orgasm rolled on and on as I gazed up at the shadowy beast of a man above me, my bottom lip clamped between my teeth.

Finally, the flood of sensation began to fade, and my body went limp, my tight muscles loosening as I sank into the mattress beneath me. We were both breathing hard, our bodies warm and slicked with sweat, cum leaking from my pussy. I was thoroughly fucked and completely relaxed for the first time since I had overheard Dean Frost and Miss Avery speaking in that meeting room back at Magic Blessed Academy.

“Well, I’m glad to see you too,” I drawled, and Lachlan barked a laugh before dropping his head to kiss me again. He rolled us so that he was on his back and I was draped over him, his cock still buried inside me.

“Oh, I’m more than glad, sweetheart.” His smile flashed in the darkness. “And I’m still not done with ye.”

I grinned, my sated body sparking to life again as I wriggled against him.

“No complaints here.”

Chapter Four

“Merrick and Trace both went back home, right?” I asked, raising my voice a little so Lach would hear me in the other room. I was sitting at the dining room table, my feet propped up on another chair.

The tall Irishman walked from the bathroom, rubbing his hair with a towel. “Yeah, they both went home.” He grinned sinfully at me. “My choice to come to Boston was a last-minute change of plans, but maybe I was bein’ a bit selfish too. I wanted some time alone with ye.”

His words made my body ache pleasantly as a barrage of memories flooded me. I was sore in the best places and still ravenous for more.