“I love you, bunny.”
I looked up at him as a blush filled my face. “I love you too.”
And I had loved him, in the way a sixth grader could love their best friend. Of course, it didn’t compare to the overwhelming feelings I had for him now. No, this was very different, and there was nothing innocent about it.
“I still hate those girls that tried to dance with you,” I mumbled as he offered me a cheeky smile. Rhett helped me up, sliding my robe over my shoulders and tying it in front. His kiss this time was soft and deep as I gripped his shoulders, wanting more of him. When the lion shifter pulled back, I was breathless. Then he tossed me a wink and strolled out of the room.
I realized someone was calling him from a different room downstairs, but I could barely focus on that. Blinking away the orgasm-induced haze I was in, I attempted to go back to looking for something to wear tonight.
After grabbing my outfit and looking at the time, I tried to mentally prepare for this bullshit. Couldn’t we go back to the sexy orgasm shit? My lips tilted up at the outfit I was planning on wearing.
The guys wanted to encourage my siren by holding this damn interview in the first place? Fine. I was game. They were going to wish they hadn’t started a fight with the horny cosmic being that lived inside of me. After all, who was I to say no to that side of myself?
Turning on the hot shower, I slipped under the warm water and sighed happily at how it rolled over my skin. I produced a soft, small sound at how fucking fantastic it felt.
“Fuck.”
I looked up and smirked at finding Desmond standing in the doorway. His eyes flared with heat, and he was clearly still very worked up from earlier. Oh, and hearing me moan out my release as Rhett devoured my pussy probably hadn’t helped. Oops. Wish I felt worse about that.
“Lorcan,” Desmond’s voice was deeper and a bit more growly than his normal, polished tone. I grinned and poured some shampoo on my head before slowly massaging it into my hair, not saying anything. I gave it maybe a minute until he decided to join me… sorry, folks—thirty seconds.
Except I totally got more than I asked for. I let out a small whimper as my back hit the tile. Desmond’s clothing was soaked from caging me against the cool surface, and I could see every muscular inch of his chest. He was tense, and his breathing was fast and hard. His visible attempt to control himself was actually rather impressive.
“Desmond,” I gasped and met his stunning gaze as I ran a hand up his chest and popped open a button on his shirt.
A moan came from my lips as his delicious, mind-numbing scent surrounded me. He seared our lips together in a deadly kiss, which had my already soaked center growing wetter. My fingers worked to pull off his shirt, popping a few of the buttons before reaching the waistband of his pants. In a move that was totally supernatural, I quickly undid his belt and slid down his body so I was kneeling in front of him, sliding down his dress pants.
“Fucking shit.” He inhaled sharply as I pushed down his boxers and let out a small moan of my own at how goddamn hard he was. My eyes met his again before I wrapped my hand around his thick cock, his eyes turning almost neon with intensity.
“Lorcan,” he hissed, his hands bracing himself on the wall I was caged against as I squeezed slightly and leaned forward. I began taking him slightly in my mouth and circling my tongue around the tip of his cock. I let out a moan of pain as he gripped my hair and slid himself further into my mouth, my eyes fluttering up to meet his. Unlike the negative memories associated with me on my back and a demon over me, this had only Desmond’s name stamped all over it, and it was far, far from negative. I would call it orgasmic instead.
I almost smiled with victory as he lost control. I knew the break was going to happen, maybe because of our bond, but the more animalistic he became in fully fucking my mouth… the wetter I got. I whimpered as he gripped the back of my head, slowing his pace and then quickening in a exhilarating pattern. He held my gaze the entire time, and the flashes of emotions in his eyes were so strong it had my eyes tearing up with pleasure and emotional intensity. The center of my chest, where his mark was, burned, and I couldn’t help but run my fingers over it.
Holy fuck.
Pleasure shot through every inch of my body as Desmond let out an actual growl, losing any composure he had left, which wasn’t much. It was stunning to watch his calm, controlled manner completely break as he pulled me from the floor and scooped me up, his hands gripping my ass. In a move so fast I got dizzy, I was against the bathroom counter, heat covering my entire body as I began to shake, a needy sound breaking from my throat.
I needed him. Holy fuck, I needed him like my next goddamn breath.
“Please,” I whispered as he lined up his cock right against my center, his eyes following up my body before his gaze met mine.
“I’m not even positive I could fucking stop right now, Lorcan,” he hissed, pushing forward while gripping my hips even harder and pulling me closer.
My eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head as I let out a cry at how fucking big he was. My legs locked around him, a low growl of my name echoing through the room. His hand hit the marble counter, the surface cracking with the force of his magic. Holy shit.
He bottomed out, and then I realized I was in fucking trouble. Desmond was a very consistent person, but something about today had made the man a bit crazy, because before I knew it he was gripping the back of my neck and slamming into me as hard as he could. I cried out his name, feeling an orgasm rip across me as my eyes leaked with tears of pure pleasure.
“Mine,” he growled, his voice dark and threaded with his demon’s magic. My eyes fluttered shut as I felt the oddest thing happen while he literally fucked my brains out.
I felt the energy inside of me—not just my siren’s, but mine as well—run against his magic as if they were fucking one another. It was an out-of-body experience that I couldn’t describe except to say that Desmond literally owned all of me. Literally, my fucking soul. He was fucking my goddamn soul.
Something shattered around us as I squeezed around him, feeling my climax building into tsunami-like proportions. Desmond licked up my neck as I gripped his hair hard enough that he let out a legit snarl. As I met his gaze, I could see his eyes were neon green with the intensity of something that was very not-human.
“Lorcan.” He bit—hard—on my bottom lip as his hand gripped my throat. Holy fuck, that felt good. Blue and green smoke surrounded us as my siren blasted forward and he let out a roar of release, my vision going spotty as everything stilled before going fucking nuclear.
Flashes of color played around me, green and blue mixed with cosmic patterns. I could feel my throat hurting from screaming his name, and when he finally came completely inside of me, everything melted. I felt like a fucking melted droplet of wax, completely pliant. I clung onto him, his hands supporting me as my head lulled against his chest, both of our breathing erratic.
His lips pressed to his brand on the center of my chest, holding me close. I could feel him, all of him, and his heartbeat synched up to mine in a soothing pattern.
“Holy fuck,” someone choked out, but I just squeezed Desmond further while slowly turning my head. Desmond let out a growl and put his forehead down on top of my head, covering me protectively.
“Lorcan?” Adriel’s voice broke through the haze. I felt like Desmond had ripped out my soul, fucked it, and now was keeping both of us prisoner. I couldn’t see or really hear. Everything around me was floating in an ocean of blue and green.