by Pelaam
A comforting aroma of herbs, garlic, and bubbling cheese soon permeated the kitchen. Lachlan came in and smiled widely.
“Man, that smells awesome. I’m just gonna shower. I’ll be down in five minutes. We can eat in here. You need any help when I come back?”
Emer shook his head, delighted with Lachlan’s obvious appreciation. “Nope. By the time you get back down, mac ’n’ cheese will be out, along with garlic bread, and some of the wine I spotted in the fridge.”
Lachlan laughed and hurried through the kitchen. “Noticed that, did you? Okay, sexy. Down in five.”
It was Emer’s turn to laugh as Lachlan took off at a run. Thankfully, everything was out by the time Lachlan returned, since Emer was sure he’d lost some brain cells due to a tsunami of lust. Lachlan wore just a short robe, displaying his long, lean legs. His hair, normally in an upswept style, clung damply to his head. In Emer’s eyes, he was sex on legs.
Despite his stomach’s quiet rumble, another appetite made its presence felt, and Emer adjusted his rapidly filling cock. Lachlan’s smile was nothing short of devilish.
“Like what you see?”
Emer tilted his head, a wry smile curling his lips. “You know it.”
“Good. So the sooner we eat, the quicker you’ll be in bed with me.”
They ate without bolting down their food. Lachlan sat close to Emer and claimed the occasional kiss as they ate. Emer was rapidly approaching the point where he’d spread himself across the table and beg to be taken. With a gleam in his eyes, Lachlan finished the last of his bread, quickly followed by the dregs of his wine.
“I’m ready when you are, sexy.”
Looking at the remnants of his meal and drink, it only took Emer seconds to reply. He stood and held out his hand to Lachlan. “I’m ready now.”
Rising to pull Emer into his arms, Lachlan nuzzled Emer’s cheek. “So am I.”
A needy moan escaped Emer as Lachlan kissed him, pushing his tongue past Emer’s lips and sliding it over Emer’s slick muscle.
The walk to the bedroom was slow due to the many long, deep kisses they shared. By the time they were upstairs, Emer had lost his T-shirt and kicked off his shoes. While Lachlan let his robe slide to the floor, Emer busied himself removing his jeans, briefs and socks. Then he lay back on the bed.
Lachlan joined him, and didn’t resist as Emer rolled him onto his back and settled on top of him. “I’ve dreamed of doing this.”
The tattoo on Lachlan’s neck was at his mercy. Emer followed the pattern with his tongue before running his tongue along his lover’s collarbone. Rubbing his cheek against Lachlan’s chest, Emer sighed at softness of the hair and the solidity of Lachlan’s muscles. Both of his love’s nipples were in stiff peaks already, so Emer sucked on each in turn. Shuffling lower, Emer licked Lachlan’s dick from root to tip, savouring the salty tang of his lover’s pre-ejaculate. He took the head in his mouth and sucked slowly.
A deep groan and a tug to his hair made Emer look up.
“Sorry, sexy. I’m far too close this time. Let me make you feel good.”
Changing positions, Emer lay on his back with Lachlan on top of him, nudging his legs apart to align their eager cocks. Grinding down against Emer, Lachlan kissed him again, and their tongues slid against one another. Easing back a little, Lachlan grinned down at Emer and then shuffled a little lower.
He kissed his way down to one of Emer’s nipples, and when he took it into his mouth and sucked hard, Emer gasped, arching upwards. Lachlan chuckled as he moved to the other nipple. It took a few seconds for Emer to realise that the little whimpering sounds he heard were actually his.
With a wicked grin, Lachlan stroked the outside of one of Emer’s thighs, and then slowly back up the inside the inner thigh. Emer’s whimper became a full-fledged groan. He tried to spread his legs wider to offer better access.
“Like that, sexy?” Lachlan whispered the words against Emer’s ear, then chased them inside with his tongue.
“You can’t tell?” Emer panted his reply.
“Well, maybe a little.”
Another shift of position, and Lachlan licked with deliberate slowness from the base of Emer’s cock to the tip. Taking it in his hand, Lachlan stroked the base, as he focused his exceptionally talented tongue over the head and probed at the slit. He looked up at Emer.
“You taste so sweet, just a hint of musk, and something that’s pure you. It would be so easy just to do this all night. But when you come tonight I want to be buried balls-deep inside you. No condom necessary. Right?”
“Very right.” Emer moaned at the realisation. “God, I can’t believe my dream’s coming true. I want you inside me so bad.”
“You’ll have me. But for now, let me enjoy myself.” Lachlan released Emer’s cock and sealed his lips over the head. Meeting Emer’s gaze, he sucked hard, and slid his mouth down to take Emer to the root.
The hot suction soon had Emer begging, but Lachlan clearly wasn’t going to deviate from his plan. Tugging firmly on Emer’s sac, Lachlan urged him to lie on his front. Emer groaned softly as Lachlan moved his hair and mouthed across the nape of his neck. The hard flesh pressing into Emer’s back was silent witness to Lachlan’s own arousal.
A needy whimper fell from Emer’s lips when Lachlan kissed down his spine, following with a gentle nip to each ass cheek.
A spike of arousal jabbed low in Emer’s belly as his ass cheeks were parted. Lachlan blew over the exposed flesh. Emer writhed, trying to push back. Lachlan blew again, and this time Emer gasped as Lachlan licked swiftly over his entrance. Lachlan licked over Emer’s cheeks and then jabbed his tongue into Emer’s hole.
Clutching the sheets, Emer rocked back, sinking deep into the pleasure of the intimate act. He hadn’t noticed the lube, but when a slick finger replaced Lachlan’s, Emer realised his lover had used the time upstairs for more than just a shower.
“More, Lachlan.”
At his plea, Lachlan added a second finger, thrusting and twisting the digits, and dropping kisses or sharp nips to each of Emer’s cheeks. When the third finger penetrated him, Emer fell into a counterpoint rhythm, pushing back and riding his lover’s digits.
“You ready?” Lachlan’s voice was much deeper than usual, with a husky rasp that made Emer’s cock throb eagerly.
“Yes. Yes. Let me see you. I want to see you.”
“Roll over, sexy.”
Lachlan moved as Emer quickly lay on his back, spreading his legs wide. “Fuck. So fucking sexy.”
Although Emer was thrilled to hear the words, he was so aroused that all he could think of was Lachlan. Inside him. Bareback. He wriggled to entice Lachlan to move. The slow sexy smile on his lover’s face almost made him lose it, and he quickly squeezed the base of his dick.
As Lachlan eased forward, Emer wrapped his legs around his lover’s waist. He whined softly at the feel of Lachlan’s cock at his entrance. He moaned his approval as Lachlan pressed forward, easing deeply inside him in a slow, controlled slide.
Only once he was buried balls deep did Lachlan stop. He placed his hands on either side of Emer’s head and leaned down, brushing his lips against Emer’s. “I love you.”
Warmth that had nothing to do with arousal swept through Emer. “I love you, too. Show me how much you love me.”
“As you wish, sexy.”
Lachlan eased back and thrust forward smoothly. Emer sighed, reached up, and pulled Lachlan down into a long kiss. Each kiss was better than the last. As their tongues rubbed together, Emer rocked his hips to the same unhurried tempo as Lachlan, digging his heels against Lachlan’s solid ass cheeks. He raked his fingers down Lachlan’s back, earning a low, rumbling sound of appreciation from his lover.
Arousal grew in intensity. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, musk, and pre-ejaculate. Emer moved faster, determined to keep pace with Lachlan. Their kisses were now wet, sloppy, and uncoordinated. As Lachlan lifted his head, sweat r
an down his cheek. When it dripped off his chin, the droplet landed to the side of Emer’s mouth. He licked it away greedily. The taste of his lover sent a thrill through his body.
“Touch yourself. Want you to come.”
Lachlan’s voice was thick and guttural, and a wave of lust crashed over Emer. He grasped his cock, hard and slick from a mix of sweat and his own juices. He grunted, his hips jerking as he worked his dick in short, sharp strokes. His climax imminent, he clenched his inner muscles with every stroke of his cock.
A low, reverberating groan came from deep in Lachlan’s chest. “Coming.”
The single word from his lover was enough to send Emer into freefall. He moaned loudly as his body shuddered, and his release spurted between their bodies. The jerk of Lachlan’s body was immediately followed by the wet rush of his lover’s semen filling Emer’s still-trembling body.
Lying unmoving, his body drained, Emer drew abstract patterns over Lachlan’s damp back with his fingertips. His lover had collapsed over him, his face buried in the crook of Emer’s neck and shoulder. In return, Lachlan was pressing uncoordinated kissed to any patch of skin he reached without moving his head.
“That was incredible, sexy. As soon as I recover my breath, we can do it again.”
Despite floating in post-coital bliss, Emer laughed out loud. “Only once more? Have you no stamina?”
“To be honest, babe, I’m thinking of you, not myself.”
Another burst of laughter was Emer’s only reply. There was a twinge of regret as Lachlan’s depleted cock slid from Emer’s body, but then he was gathered in Lachlan’s arms. The next few minutes were filled with more kisses, soft, gentle, reflecting their love rather than their passion, and murmured promises of love and devotion.
“Do you want to shower?” Lachlan asked. “We could end up stuck together.”
For a few seconds Emer thought about it. He was so warm and comfortable. He really didn’t want to move from his lover’s arms. “I don’t mind if you don’t.”
“Fine. In that case—” Lachlan reached into the top drawer of the bedside table. He pulled out a flannel, and eased apart from Emer, just enough to remove the worst of the silvery strands that glistened in his chest hair, and on Emer. He simply dropped it on the floor and pulled Emer back into his arms. “That’s sorted then.”
“I love you.” Emer claimed another kiss as he draped an arm possessively over his lover.
“Love you.”
With a satiated sigh, Emer closed his eyes. He intended to ensure that this was the way he always slept, and that Lachlan would be the first person he saw every morning.
Chapter Nineteen
Let a joy keep you.
Reach out your hands
And take it when it runs by
Carl Sandburg
Sunday Brunch was in full swing, and Emer hummed softly to himself as he prepared and plated another order of eggs Benedict and mince on toast. He glanced at the next order, which was steak and eggs. The steak needed to be rare, so he took care of that while his sous chef prepared the eggs, and dealt with the fries.
A minute or two after the order went out, the waitress returned with the steak and eggs, a worried frown on her face.
“Sorry, Emer. He says it isn’t cooked right. A few of the other customers heard, too. He wasn’t quiet.”
Checking the order docket, Emer then examined the steak. “He wanted rare, and that’s perfect. Which is he, Annie?”
Annie pointed to a single diner with his back to the kitchen. Goosebumps popped up all down Emer’s arms, and he hurried out, ignoring the looks from his regular customers.
“You sent back my steak.” He stood behind the customer, his body vibrating with excitement.
“Yup. Bet I made you look.”
“Sean! You’re okay.” Emer didn’t care who saw. As Sean stood and turned, Emer enveloped him in a tight hug. “We heard you were improving, but nothing more for a couple of weeks now.”
“That’s because we wanted to surprise you.” Sean eased back, keeping hold of Emer’s arms, and grinned.
Emer glanced over his shoulder at his customers. “This is Sean, a really good friend. He was, um, in hospital after a bad accident. This is the first time I’ve seen him in a month.”
A round of applause rippled around the room, and Emer blushed while Sean grinned and waved.
“Come outside. I have another surprise for you. Excuse us a minute, folks.” Sean grabbed Emer’s hand and dragged him outside. Sitting at one of his outside tables were Cavan and Aydin, who stood and hugged Emer.
Across the road, he spotted Lachlan who was talking animatedly with a tall, slender redhead in a loose white shirt, black leggings, and knee-high black boots. He hadn’t seen the woman in town, so he assumed she must have come with Cavan and the others.
A gasp escaped his lips as the redhead turned. Emer hadn’t been looking at a woman, but a male fae.
“Leor, come on over and meet Emer.” Sean shouted and waved.
Lachlan and Leor came across the road to join them. On Leor’s neck was a tattoo similar to Lachlan’s.
“Leor was one of the fae with you when you helped save Aydin and me.” Sean squeezed Emer’s shoulder, and the fae moved to stand at his side. A blush flamed his cheeks as Leor slid an arm around Sean’s shoulders. “Um…well, he’s rather protective.”
“I always said you needed a keeper.” Aydin grinned as Cavan punched his arm.
“Wise ass.” Sean glowered at Aydin, but there was no missing the affection in his voice or gaze.
“A pleasure to meet you, Emer. Thanks to you I have my mate.” Leor glanced quickly at Sean, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly. “Although he’s playing hard to get.”
“I am not.” Sean spluttered indignantly. “It’s just…well…I’m not from Vargr, and fated mates, or soul mates, it’s all a bit, you know, out there for me.” Sean waved a hand in the air.
Despite his words, Sean still leaned against the fae, whose smile lit up his exceptionally beautiful face. Emer was quite certain the love was there already. Sean just had to stop doubting himself, and Emer firmly believed that would happen very soon.
He wasn’t sure what Aydin and Sean were going to do next. Nothing had been said, and perhaps that was just as well, although he worried about Cavan. But, at least for now, it seemed as if things had all worked out perfectly for his family and friends.
Emer smiled as Lachlan kissed him gently.
“I thought it would be a nice surprise for you.” Lachlan cupped Emer’s cheek.
“It was. A lovely surprise. So,” Emer said, raising his voice, “are any of you hungry?”
“All of us.” Aydin laughed. “We thought we could take advantage of being customers here, and then Lachlan’s offered to take us out in the boat.”
“Then what are you all waiting for? In you all go, Lachlan knows where the menus are. The sooner you’re all fed, the sooner my restaurant can shut. Everyone in there has already got their meal.”
Lachlan led the way inside, and Emer followed last. He didn’t pay any attention to the curious looks his friends attracted. In the kitchen he whistled jauntily. He smiled as he realised the title of the tune. A lovely day.
He laughed softly. “And so it is.”
WRAITH: THE BLOOD PRINCE
SHANNON WEST
When FBI agent Cole Gregory is called to his bureau chief’s office and recruited for a special task force called WRAITH, he is confronted with the commander of the force, a handsome, enigmatic man named Levi who makes Cole feel restless and uneasy.
The two men tell him an unbelievable tale of a world beyond our own, a world where Fairies and Demons rule, and where Fae and Paranormal creatures exist and sometimes cross over to our world to interact with humans—the Vargr Realm. They’ve known about our world for thousands of years and are attracted to humans. WRAITH is a special Vargr task force established to retrieve t
hose of the Vargr Realm who travel between the dimensions unlawfully and to neutralize any human witnesses who come in contact with these travelers. While all this is hard enough to believe, even more difficult to ignore is the way Commander Levi looks at Cole, as if he wants to consume him.
When Levi changes into a powerful demon right before his eyes, Cole begins to wonder if he’ll even survive this encounter, or will this demon take possession of not only his body but his soul?
WRAITH: STRANGER THAN FICTION
RT LUCAS AND LJ HALKETT
Maddy Scott lives a happy but quiet life, living alone with her cat and writing bestselling supernatural novels in her spare time. Her inspiration comes from the dreams that she has had since childhood. Dreams that are so vivid and detailed that it’s almost as though the world she creates is a real place.
WRAITH hunter Storm Alaziel has been sent from Vargr to the human world to detain and bring back Maddy Scott, enemy of the Realm. When he meets his target, the heart of the hardened operative starts to melt, and as events unfold it makes him start to doubt his values and loyalty. Troy Nabu is a Vargr prison guard. Lately he has been obsessed by the mystery woman who visits his dreams and has fallen in love with her. Troy is shocked when the woman of his dreams turns out to be his newest prisoner. Can he really keep her imprisoned and send her to face execution, or will he leave behind everything he has ever believed to help her realize her destiny?
Three individuals, two realms - one destiny.
WRAITH: UNDER THE WIZARD’S SPELL
SUSAN E SCOTT
Slade Delany is an FBI agent living in North Carolina. He and Cole Gregory have been friends since their army days. Working at different field offices, Slade is planning a visit to Cole with the intention of taking their relationship to the next level. When Cole mysteriously disappears Slade is concerned, but assumes Cole is on special assignment. Then, while hiking in the Smoky Mountains, Slade has an encounter that will change his life forever…
