Chapter Twenty-Five
Chloe
Since Lachlan cooked dinner, I washed the dishes. The day had been a long one. The simple task allowed my mind to calm and wander. God knew I needed it.
I couldn’t believe I’d told him that I’d found my mate. When he’d mentioned children and never knowing when I’d meet my mate, my tired mind didn’t have the energy to filter my thoughts and the words had slipped out.
Still, he hadn’t mentioned it, so I hoped that perhaps he’d been asleep and hadn’t heard me.
I rinsed the last fork and put it in the drain board. Once I let the water out of the sink and wiped down the counters, I turned off the light in the kitchen and walked into the living room. Lachlan was sprawled on the sofa, his feet flat on the floor and legs spread wide as he watched me pause in the doorway.
“Come here,” he murmured, lifting a hand to beckon me forward.
Recognizing the gleam in his eyes, I moved toward him. When I was between his outstretched legs, I knelt to the floor. His gaze followed the motion, his lids lowering, hooding his eyes.
I put my hands on his knees, curving my palms over the top of each one. Then I slid them up his thighs until they met in the center. His tongue darted out to wet his mouth as he watched me, but he didn’t move. Though we’d been intimate several times now, he always stopped me when I tried to use my mouth on him.
There would be no stopping me this time.
Without taking my eyes off his face, I unbuckled his belt, slipped the button free, and lowered the zipper of his jeans. My knuckles brushed his cock as I loosened his clothes and I felt it growing harder as I spread the denim. He wore nothing beneath them.
He lifted his hips up and let me jerk his pants down his legs and over his bare feet. As I tossed them aside, he reached back over his head and grabbed the fabric of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head.
I knelt before him, fully clothed, as he leaned back on the couch, his nude body burnished by the golden light of the lamp. He looked like an erotic work of art, his hard cock lying against his firmly muscled stomach.
I reached out and circled him with my fingers, lifting his rigid length up so I could stroke him with my hand. He sucked in a sharp breath, his arms flexing at his sides, but he didn’t move.
Still staring into his burning blue eyes, I leaned forward and opened my mouth, flicking the head with my tongue. He twitched in my hand, growing harder. Smiling at him, I licked him again, starting at the base and dragging my tongue up to the tip.
Lachlan’s eyes never left my face as he watched me run my lips and tongue over the smooth, hot skin of his cock. Even as his hands clenched and opened at his sides, he didn’t touch me. Without direction, he knew that I wanted him to lie still and let me touch him.
It wasn’t until I closed my lips around the tip of his cock that his hips jerked against the couch and his hands lifted so he could bury his fingers in my hair, sweeping it back from my face.
Stroking my hand up and down his length, I sucked and licked the crown, his hands growing tighter with each pull of my mouth. When he stiffened beneath me, I lowered my lips, taking him deeper until I could handle no more.
Lachlan groaned deep in his chest and he broke eye contact as his head fell back on the couch. I squeezed him tighter with my hand and my mouth, sucking harder and deeper. He guided my motions with his hands, but never shoved my head down or forced me to take him too far.
His body grew taut beneath me and I knew he was close. I pushed him harder, my head bobbing and my fingers moving in long strokes, and he came, spilling down my throat.
I swallowed, drinking him down, taking every bit of the salty, slightly bitter liquid. When I gave him one last lick, he flinched. “Fuck,” he gasped. “That felt fucking amazing.”
I smiled up at him, my lips feeling swollen. He leaned forward and kissed me. His hands tangled in my hair and tugged my head back.
Against my mouth, he whispered, “But next time, you’re going to be naked and you’re going to touch yourself while you do it.”
I shivered at his words and watched as his pupils dilated.
“You like that idea, don’t you?” he asked.
“Yes,” I whispered.
His hands moved from my hair, down my neck and over my breasts, stopping at the hem of my tank top. He tugged it up, pulling it over my head. My bra hit the ground only a moment after the fabric.
He urged me to stand up, hooking his hands in the waistband of my shorts and underwear so he could yank them down my legs. When I stood naked before him, his fingers slid over my pussy, dipping inside me.
“God, you’re so fucking wet,” he muttered. “Did sucking me off turn you on?” he asked, his eyes lifting to meet mine.
“Yes,” I whispered, watching as he lifted his fingers to his mouth and slid them inside.
My legs went weak and collapsed when he grabbed me, pulling me down until I straddled his lap. He kissed me then, his tongue tangling with mine. Grabbing my hair again, he positioned my head where he wanted, baring my neck to his mouth. His teeth scraped down my throat as he bent me farther back, lifting my breasts to his lips.
Curved in an arch over his lap, I cried out as his tongue and teeth teased my nipples, tugging and flicking at my flesh until it ached from the pleasure. I felt his cock then, fully erect against my ass. I shifted my hips, lifting them until our bodies lined up. He reached one hand between us and guided himself inside me.
“That is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he groaned as I sank down on him, my head still positioned at a sharp angle as he held my hair.
“I want to see,” I said, fighting against his hold.
He released me and I looked down to watch as his cock slid inside me until my ass rested on his thighs. I gasped at the sensation of being filled, lifting my hips and lowering my body again. I reached out behind him, closing my hands over the back of the couch as I moved. Our motions were slow and with each stroke I felt as though he was going deeper. He sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, working at the tip of my breast until I couldn’t take the sensation any longer and begged him to stop.
My body was clamoring for orgasm and I gasped as my hips moved faster.
“I’m close,” I whispered, throwing my head back when his thumb hit my clit. “Ian!” I cried out as the climax burst inside of me, fire flooding my veins.
As I convulsed on top of him, his mouth went to the curve where my neck and shoulder met and he bit me. Not the playful nip of a lover, but the deep bite of a wolf marking his territory.
I screamed as every muscle in my body locked in ecstasy. I would have bitten him then, marking him as my mate, if he hadn’t grabbed a fistful of my hair again. I cried out again as he sucked the wound, feeling the sensation in my clit.
Finally, his mouth released me and I fell on top of him. Our chests bumped and I heard the echo of my heartbeat roaring in my ears. Then I realized the echo was his heart hammering against mine—pounding in perfect unison with my own.
What in the hell had he just done?