Lorcan & Evette

Chapter Thirty-Seven

He growled at her. When his eyes opened, she realised she should've stopped talking. The werewolf had had enough of her shit.

"Didn't I tell you enough?"

There were claws either side of her, digging into the pillow. She'd seriously done it now.

"You might think this is a losing game, witch, but I'll fight for you. You're my mate. My woman. My witch. Do you understand that?" She closed her eyes to avoid his. He gnashed his teeth at her, growling vengefully. "I said, do you understand that?"

"Yes."

Whose voice was that? It didn't sound like hers.

"There's a good witch. I'll have this no other way." He placed a fluttery kiss against the side of her mouth. She couldn't help herself. She reached up to grab his hair. "I'll have you no other way, do you understand?"

She didn't understand. Not one bit. But she nodded anyway, voice stuck in her throat.

When he looked at her like that, she became painfully aware of their current position. He was between her legs. There was nothing separating his body from hers but those retched boxers. Did she want them off? Did she want him to do this?

If she had him inside her, there was no way he'd be able to stop himself from marking her.

Having his mark on her neck would be a game changer. A game changer she wasn't ready for. He was tied to her by fate but she wanted to take this slow. She wanted the chance to get to know him first.

But their position was openly sexual. There was nothing to hide her from him.

He was taking her in even now, seeming to worship her body. The way he stared at her face made her skin warm. He looked at her like she was the most precious thing he'd ever seen. She'd noticed he had a certain affinity for her hair. He liked to sift his fingers through it and pull it, each depending on the situation.

He liked her breasts especially. His eyes raked over the rosy peaks of her nipples. The peaks that visibly hardened beneath his sensual gaze.

Then down her stomach to her sheath. He liked that maybe more than everything else, knowing what it could give to him. As she watched, he lowered himself between her legs, his face coming in low.

Was he going to...?

She parted her legs readily.

He was right about the whole passion thing. When he took her like this, she did feel the passion. And if he could rake out more of those orgasms he'd given her in the shower, she'd readily bind herself to him for the rest of her life.

He kissed her inner thigh, still muttering about how she couldn't leave him. For the moment, she didn't mind. Not when she could feel him so close. Not when he was ready to give so openly.

He started with open mouthed kisses up and down her folds. Then he reached her clitoris and started to lick and nip. How was she already panting? How were her hands already reaching down to his hair to hold him there. She opened her legs wider to accommodate him.

He reached up with one hand to pinch her nipples, just like he had done in the shower.

If this were what every day would be like...

"Lorcan," she moaned softly.

"You'd leave me when you're so wet for me?"

More of those kisses. His tongue was everywhere. Against her clit, he made her body tingle. She was close to giving it all up when he had her like this.

And then his fingers got involved.

She'd been fingered before, but not by Lorcan. He'd given her a taste last night—but he hadn't been angry last night. He didn't bite his claw off like he had done before. This time, he wanted her to feel the pain. But pain wasn't what she was feeling. As he continued to suck and kiss as if he could will her to stay like this, he pressed a finger inside of her, eliciting the loudest moan yet.