by Eva Ashwood
All the sexual tension that had built up between us during the fight exploded like a bomb in the dark alleyway. He pushed against me, grinding his hips against mine, and I pushed back, kissing him deeply. His hand ran up to the back of my head and wrapped around my hair, gripping it tightly. Our tongues swirled back and forth in each other’s mouths, and my hand drifted to his thigh, dragging my fingernails just inches shy of his crotch.
Lifting one leg, I wrapped it around him, opening myself up to feel him press even further against me. He wrenched his lips away from mine, trailing them down along my jaw and neck, lighting my skin on fire.
“Fuck, I missed you,” I groaned as he feasted on me like a starving man.
“Same,” he grunted, his mouth moving even lower as one large hand tugged open my jacket, giving him access to more of me.
The passion between us was insane, and I was pretty sure if things kept going the way they were, I would end up fucking him right there in the alleyway. Actually, I really didn’t have a problem with that idea at all, but the sound of a semi truck’s horn blowing loudly as it drove past on the street finally broke the tension that coursed between us.
Lachlan chuckled, releasing the pressure against me and stepping back. He grabbed his junk and rearranged himself as we both breathed heavily, trying to collect what little bit of control we had left. I ran my hands through my hair, pulling out the knots that he had just twisted.
My clit was throbbing, and every bit of friction from my clothes seemed to push my body even higher, making me bite my lip.
The feeling inside of me was more than just want or need. There was something solid and more to it. I’d been attracted to Lachlan and the other two men from the start, but now it was about a lot more than physical desire. I was starting to truly care about them. It was strange and new to me, since I’d made a point of being a loner ever since my dad had died when I was young.
I’d kept to myself, and I’d kept my emotions pretty well locked down. I hadn’t wanted to get attached to anyone, which was precisely why I’d ghosted Merrick when things had gotten serious between us the first time.
I was determined not to make that same mistake again. Not to let my emotionally closed off nature ruin what was developing between me and the three men in my life. What was happening between us was exciting, but it also terrified me in a lot of ways.
Lachlan had stepped back far enough that there was a foot of space between us, but I could still feel the heat radiating from his body as I looked up at him. I was no little waif, but he towered over me anyway, and I secretly loved it.
His arm muscles filled out his leather jacket perfectly, and his dark jeans clung to his thick legs. He looked good enough to fucking eat, and the hungry look in his eyes made me think maybe he might return that sentiment.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, my tongue darting out to lick my lips. “I thought you were going back to Ireland.”
His emerald gaze never left mine, and even though he wasn’t touching me, I could sense the coiled tension in his body.
“Thought about it. But I missed Boston more than Ireland when it came down to it. I’ve gotten used to this place, and it feels like home now. I missed my bike, and my club is here. I missed the guys. Besides,” he added, his voice growing deeper. “I thought maybe I’d run into a certain lass. One with black hair, milky skin, and fuckin’ gorgeous eyes.”
Something I couldn’t quite describe swelled in my chest as he admitted that he’d come back to Boston for me.
“Yeah?” I grinned. “Well, she’s glad you found her.”
“Aye.”
He nodded once, a predatory look entering his eyes, and my pussy clenched.
Fuck. I want him so damn bad.
I’d kissed him a few times before, and he, Merrick, and Trace had worshipped my body in a cave in the godly realm—until a collapsing ceiling had interrupted our fun. Stupid clam-jamming gods.
“Where are you staying while you’re here?” I asked.
He nodded in a random direction, presumably toward his place. “Staying at the clubhouse. They had an extra room, and it’s nice to be around the blokes.”
I chuckled. His place sounded a lot nicer than mine, but his reasons for coming back were eerily similar to mine, although I hadn’t even known there was a chance of running into him here. But we were both craving the normalcy of our old lives, it seemed.
“Makes it harder to want to go back to the academy, that’s for damn sure,” I said.
Lachlan shook his head, stepping closer to me and running his knuckles down my cheek. Goose bumps traveled across my skin, and I leaned into his touch unconsciously.
“It does,” he murmured. “But it’s not like we’ve got a lot of choice in the matter.”
Irritation flared inside me, dousing some of the lust coursing through my veins. I wasn’t pissed at Lachlan, but at this entire fucked up situation.
“I was serious last time I talked to you guys,” I said, my voice hard. “We have to do the Gods’ Challenge again. We have to go back there. There’s something seriously fucked up going on at the school, and it’s costing people their lives.”
Lachlan chuckled. “Ye sound like some kind of superhero trying to rid the world of evil. But I agree, we need to go back. And if I didn’t agree, there’s no fuckin’ way any of us would let ye go to the godly realm on your own. I told ye we’ve got yer back, and I meant it.”
My hands landed on his chest again, grabbing the supple leather and pulling him closer. I could feel the press of his cock against me as his body caged mine against the wall again, and my breath came a little faster.
“It just makes me so angry,” I muttered, continuing our conversation even as I moved against him, sparking sensations everywhere in my body. “None of this is our fault. The gods are the ones who gave us these powers, and now we’re being forced to go to a school that apparently wants to kill its students. That’s some fucked up shit, and I won’t stand for it.”
Lachlan’s hands moved down to cup my ass, and he hiked me against him, grinding his hard-on against my swollen clit. I groaned, he smiled wickedly, squeezing my ass cheeks hard. “While I appreciate yer motivation to save the world, Ari, part of me thinks ye just want to do this because ye love a good fight.” His chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Don’t try to deny it, I’ve seen it in yer eyes.”
I smirked, rolling my eyes. But he knew me too well already.
“Okay, maybe just a bit of it is because I love a good fight.”
I tilted my head a little as Lachlan dropped his lips to my neck again, smiling up at the dark sky. I couldn’t see the stars through the clouds, but I didn’t really give a fuck.
When Lach trailed his lips over my jaw, I grabbed his face in both hands, pulling him up to kiss me again. Our tongues battled desperately as he slipped a thick leg between mine, grinding his thigh against my clit. I pushed back against him, riding his leg, groping him shamelessly as we kissed.
It was a struggle of brute strength, and a perfect representation of exactly what type of relationship we had. We were both physical beings with aggressive personalities, and foreplay was a wrestle to the finish.
With my back against the wall, and his strength winning out over mine, he slid his hand up my throat and grabbed my chin in a tight grip, holding me in place as he kissed the breath out of me. When his lips finally released mine, he stared at me intently, dominance and lust in his gaze.
“Why don’t ye come back to my place?” I whispered against his lips, my chest rising and falling fast. “It’s nothing special, a temporary rental, but it’s better than a damn alley.”
I didn’t care so much about the idea of fucking in public or the worry about getting caught. But I wanted room to maneuver. To appreciate every fucking inch of the solid, devastatingly handsome man before me. I wanted Lachlan completely naked, not just with his pants slung low enough on his hips to pull his dick out.
His eyes, sparkling green, scan
ned over me for a moment as his mouth tipped up in a slight grin. As his hand released my chin, he nodded. “We’ll take my bike.”
It seemed to take him physical effort to step away from me, and only my determination to tear all of his clothes off kept me from pulling him back and demanding he fuck me right here and now.
We made our way out of the alley and headed toward Lachlan’s bike. I could see the visible bulge straining his pants, and my fingers itched to touch it. To wrap around it and feel the smooth heat brand my palm.
“Fuck, Ari.” Lachlan’s groan drew my attention, and I snapped my head up to meet his gaze. He looked tortured. “Ye keep lookin’ at me like that, I’ll bend ye over my fuckin’ bike and take ye right now.”
My toes practically curled inside the heavy boots I was wearing, and my pace quickened.
“Then get us the hell back to my place. Now.”
He climbed onto the large motorcycle, and I got on behind him. I slid forward, my thighs tight against his, my body pressed against him. He started up the bike, and it rumbled between us as I wrapped my arms around his waist. I wasn’t used to being on a bike, but I loved it, every second of it—the wind whipping across my skin, the vibration of the powerful machine beneath me, and the man clutched between my thighs.
We rumbled loudly down the street, and I gripped onto Lach, scooting my hips forward and running my hands down to his thighs. It was a tease, my fingers lingering on each side of his cock, every once in a while pressing firmly into his thigh.
“Fuck,” I heard him mutter, and I felt the sound vibrate against my chest. “Ye’re gonna kill me, woman.”
By the time the bike pulled up in front of my rental, the heat between us was almost unbearable. He jumped off first and grabbed me by the waist, picking me up as if I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs and arms around him, relishing the feel of his hard, muscular body against mine.
He walked straight for the door as I ran my lips over the light stubble on his jaw, breathing in his whiskey and ginger scent. It combined with his natural musk to create such a potent aphrodisiac that I thought I might come just from the fucking smell of this man.
“Keys, Ari,” he grunted when we reached the door, his voice low and strained.
“Back pocket.” My answer was breathless as I tightened my grip on him, squeezing him with my legs.
With one hand holding me up, he used the other to delve into the back pocket of my jeans, massaging me with a firm, hungry touch.
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.”
“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.
