Wrath of the Gods (Magic Blessed Academy 3)

His cock thickened beneath me, coming to life again as I rocked my pelvis against his, and his tongue ravaged my mouth, tasting and devouring me.

“Fuck. I can never get enough of ye,” he grunted.

He sounded genuinely frustrated by that fact, and I chuckled into our kiss, gliding my slick pussy over his cock again. “Good.”

His grip on my hair tightened, fisting the thick strands close to the roots, and he pulled my head away from his so he could meet my gaze. The look in his eyes made fresh arousal burn through me, and my clit throbbed as it brushed over the head of his dick.

“That doesn’t mean I’m not gonna try,” he murmured roughly, something almost like a warning in his voice.

Oh, fuck yes.

I shot him a taunting grin, and he growled, wrapping an arm around me and quickly flipping me onto my back. Before I could reorient to this new position, he was sliding inside me, stretching my walls with the thick invasion of his cock.

“Gods, yes, Lachlan!”

I arched against him, wrapping my legs around his waist as he pounded into me hard and fast. Our first fuck had been a much needed homecoming, a reminder of everything we meant to each other and the strength of the feelings between us.

This?

This was a release of all of those feelings.

And it felt fucking incredible.

With every deep stroke, every harsh grunt, I could tell Lachlan was trying to do just what he’d promised—trying to get enough of me. Trying to get deeper inside me, to taste and touch and tease more of me. His lips were everywhere. On my mouth, on my neck and jaw, licking and sucking at my breasts.

And when he came on a deep groan, the muscles in his neck standing out corded and thick, I squeezed my inner walls around him as tight as I could, trying to get enough of him too. My walls clenched around him rhythmically, each pulse of his cock sending me closer to the edge.

Then I flew off the cliff too, writhing and moaning beneath him as ecstasy flooded my body.

We were both breathing hard, covered in a light sheen of sweat. For a moment, he just rested on top of me, and the feel of his heavy weight draped over me, his cock still buried deep inside me, and his warm breath ghosting over my neck—for just that moment, it felt like maybe we had both satisfied our deep, insatiable craving for the other person.

It wouldn’t last though. I was sure of that.

As soon as he pulled out, my body would miss him all over again.

“I love you,” I murmured, just because I could.

Because I could finally say it with no hesitation, no doubt at all in my mind. No fear.

I felt his smile curve against my skin, and when he lifted his head, his grin beamed down at me. “Love ye more, Snow.”

He kissed me with a resounding smack, then leaned back, pulling out of me. I hadn’t worried about falling asleep naked in the training room since we had locked the doors, and it was so late that nobody else would be looking for an open room.

Besides, Lach probably wouldn’t have cared if someone did walk in. As he strode across the room to grab a towel, he looked like a god himself in all his naked glory. His ass was perfectly shaped, round and muscular, and his thighs were like fucking tree trunks. The muscles of his back stretched and shifted as he moved, and when he turned around to walk back to me, his barely softened cock jutted out from his body, bouncing slightly with each step. His abs were cut, and the sexy V at his hips made me bite my bottom lip as he approached, kneeling next to me with the towel.

“What?” He arched a brow at me as he helped me clean up.

“Nothing. Just admiring the view.”

His eyes darkened, turning a deep green like a forest dappled with shadows. His gaze ran up and down my body appreciatively, and he grinned. “It is a gorgeous fuckin’ view.” He palmed my cheek and kissed me again, then pulled me to my feet. “Now come on. Merrick and Trace will have my arse if I keep ye up all night.”

I laughed, because he was absolutely right. I could practically hear Merrick giving him shit for it now.

“What time is it?” I asked as we dressed quickly.

“Dunno.” He shook his head. “Late.”

“Thanks.”