“When can we move in?” I asked softly as Dean flashed a stunning, almost mesmerizing smile.
“You like it?” he demanded softly.
“I absolutely love it,” I admitted, closing my eyes and sighing. “This is home.”
As long as they were here with me.
4
Lorcan
“Boy, I wanna taste you,
I wanna skin you with my tongue
I'm gonna kill you,
I’m gonna lay you in the ground.”
-Desire by Meg Meyers
“Why are we doing this again?” I muttered softly to myself as I searched through my closet. My silky robe hung loosely off my frame, tied at the waist but slipping off my shoulders, as I went through what felt like an epic waste of closet space. Why the hell did I have a sweater? Or this jacket? I needed to purge this shit.
The photo shoot felt like a complete drag after seeing our new house. I tried to not overthink how easily everyone had accepted that we would be moving into a house, that was ours, together… I mean that was a big deal, right?
Adriel and Desmond were both ‘guests’ at Dean’s house, technically. Did they actually want to live together, or was it temporary? I mean, they did have their own kingdoms. And Draven! He’d been gone from his for what, like two thousand years? My anxiety jumped slightly as I thought about all the future complications that could bring.
No. I needed to get out of my head. Something that was so easy, right?
“I’m okay with not doing it,” Rhett teased, his lips pressing against my neck. I stilled slightly in surprise before turning towards him. I called bullshit on that.
Almost immediately, my skin broke out into hot shivers, my nipples tightening almost painfully under my robe as my center tightened. I could feel how wet I was growing, and that was just from the simple act of kissing my neck. Damn him.
“What would you rather do?” I teased as my siren came out to play, encouraging his lion forward. Rhett’s hand caught my hip in a hard hold. It was almost painful, which had me melting against him.
“You mean who would I rather do? Always you, Lorcan. Always,” he chuckled with a wink as I nearly moaned.
Deciding to be bold, I went up on my toes and pressed my lips to his. Rhett let out a surprised sound before his hand slipped up the back of my neck and into my hair, tightening enough that I let out a soft moan. Yeah, this pain and pleasure thing was going to be tricky, tricky…
“Don’t tease me, bunny,” he warned against my lips. Any playfulness was completely gone as I felt his chest vibrating with power from the creature living inside of him.
“It’s not teasing,” I whispered in a soft promise, causing him to groan my name.
I shivered as his hand on my hip roamed up my frame, tugging on the robe tie so that the silk fell open, his hand pressing to my bare skin.
“Fuck,” he snarled, “I want to touch all of you at once.”
“Not opposed,” I said in a breathy voice as he moved quickly, dropping to a bent knee as his lips traced down the valley of my breasts. My skin broke into goosebumps.
“Oh shit,” I whimpered as his hand began to play with one nipple while he teased the other with his mouth. My pussy pulsed as I tried to not beg him to touch me more, to run his fingers along my slit just to see how turned on I was.
“God,” he groaned, running his nose along my stomach and nuzzling slightly like a fucking animal. “You smell so goddamn good. I bet you taste better.”
“Why don’t you find out,” I goaded in a move that even surprised myself. I let out a squeak as my back landed on the carpeted floor, Rhett’s hand cushioning the back of my head before he was crawling back down my body. How the hell did he do that?
“Open your thighs for me,” he demanded. “I want to see just how soaked you are. I want to see how wet your little pussy gets when you’re thinking about me inside of you.”
My back arched as he nipped my hip and then ran his nose down to my wet center. He swore, letting out a low, feral noise. I let out a small cry as his tongue met my clit, his movements somehow more painful in their teasing nature. I tried to wiggle around, but he locked me in place and began to devour me, slow and all encompassing, as if I was his last meal on death row.
“Rhett,” I whispered as my nails dug into his scalp.
“Yes, bunny?” He looked up at me and I could have climaxed from the view of him between my legs alone.
“I need to come,” I whispered in a needy fashion as his lip tilted up in a cocky smirk.
Luckily, it seemed the man didn’t want me to suffer, because he dove in with renewed purpose. I cried out his name as he fucking devoured my pussy before grazing my clit with his teeth, sending everything inside of me into a complete nuclear meltdown. It was like I was standing on this tightrope of tension and then it snapped. A soft, breathy moan left my throat as he continued to lick up my climax, his chest rumbling in satisfaction as my eyes fluttered shut.
Holy shit.
“Goddamn it,” he groaned. “After tasting you, I’m not sure I can go more than a few hours without you on my lips, bunny. Fucking hell.”
His nose brushed mine as my eyes fluttered shut, his hands cupping my face while kissing my cheeks gently. His words were soft and sweet as he told me I was beautiful and that he loved me. Rhett loved me.
“I love you,” I spoke softly.
“I love you more,” he said seriously, his eyes filled with so much sadness I almost cried. “Fuck, Lorcan, I am so glad you are back. I missed you so goddamn much while you were gone.”
“I missed you too,” I murmured gently. “I think half the time I got high just to ignore the urge to come home.”
“I would have waited forever for you to come back.”
“Yeah right,” I teased, feeling slightly insecure, running my fingers through his hair. “I’m sure all of you have dated people.”
Rhett’s eyes filled with honesty. “None of us have dated anyone, bunny. As far as I’m aware, none of us have even been with anyone.”
I swallowed nervously before nibbling my lip. “You’ve never been with anyone?” My heart started to beat faster at the implication.
“Never,” Rhett said solidly. “I’ve been in love with you since I first said it back in the sixth grade.” My lips tilted up at that very vibrant memory.
“That was a long night,” I mumbled. It hadn’t been my idea to go to this damn middle school dance, especially since Dean couldn’t go and Cash had chosen not to.
Then again, I had my best friend with me, so it was as good as a situation like this could have gotten. I continued, “All those girls kept trying to dance with you and were giving me bitchy looks.”
“Because you look beautiful,” he replied, blushing slightly. My eyes flickered over my seafoam green ruffle dress and delicate sandals. I thought I’d looked good, so it was nice to hear that he thought so as well.
As we got into our large SUV, the driver up front keeping his eyes on the road, Rhett intertwined our fingers together and I rested my head on his shoulder. My kitty cat. I froze as he gently kissed the top of my head.