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I dip between her legs with renewed fervor, curling my hands around her thighs to keep her open to my mouth as I push the forked tip of my tongue through the crease of her, stopping at her clit to tease the bundle of nerves with both ends. I flick and tug and torment until she’s panting, my eyes going half-mast as a satisfied hum resonates in my throat.

When I let the split points of my tongue find her entrance again, her back bows slightly, her mouth falling open as I push them inside, letting the newly stretched length of my tongue fill her in a way I never could as just a man. The wet, soft heat of her inside envelops my tongue, and the forked tip tickles her in the most sensitive places, causing her to buck her hips.

I push my tongue as deep as I can, only to slowly withdraw it, and Key’s entire body shivers with its exit, her chest heaving as a small whimper escapes her lips.

“Lachlan,” she says tightly. “That feels—”

I can’t speak, not like this, so instead I double my efforts, starting to undulate my tongue back and forth, imagining it’s my cockpumping into her. The sensation of her softness against my tongue is maddening, and I can feel my cock throbbing against the mattress, begging for relief. But this is about her right now.

I close my eyes as I let my tongue glide in and out of her, her thighs pressing against my hair as her body wiggles in my hold. All I can see and taste and smell is Key, and the beast inside revels in it,wants more—it wants to consume all of her, every last bit. My top lip trips against her throbbing clit, and she makes a garbled sound, so I do my best to suck it even hindered as I am.

I draw my tongue all the way out, lapping up her center before murmuring, “Och, love, I could eat you alive.”

“Feels good,” she breathes. “Don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I mumble, already tickling her entrance with the forked ends of my tongue before plunging back inside.

I show her no mercy now, giving her a steady in and out andinandoutuntil she’s writhing with it, until her sounds are so loud, I worry about someone coming to see if she’s okay. I squeeze her thighs in warning, and I hear a choked sound, like she’s trying to hold it back. When I peek up at her, I noticed she’s biting the fleshy part of her hand, her lashes fluttering as she tries to keep quiet.

Fuck, why is that so hot?

I grip the soft skin of her thighs tighter, holding her firm while I fuck her with my tongue, shutting my eyes tight so I can revel in the scents and sounds of her. The soft, wet noises coming from her warm cunt as my tongue thrusts in and out, the heady scent of her arousal filling my nostrils and the room and my head—all of it a cocktail potent enough to drive me mad.

I can feel my claws pressing into her skin, hard enough to draw blood, and it takes all I have to show restraint, to not pierce her flesh while I lose myself in her. It becomes even more difficult when shestarts to shake, her breath coming in short, sharp pants as her back bows and her arms scramble for purchase.

I can feel it—taste it—when she comes, and the monster in me keeps going, keeps lapping up every drop, letting it soak my tongue until my head spins. I don’t stop until she’s whimpering with sensitivity, finally,finallydrawing my tongue back until only the forked ends remain, cleaning the quivering hole like the greedy beast I apparently am.

I’m still lapping at her gently when she says, “Oh my fucking God.”

“Aye,” I chuckle. “Lachlan is just fine.”

She smacks my shoulder, but it’s a weak move. “Pervert.”

“Oh?” I nip her inner thigh, willing my heart rate to slow so that I might tempt my body into going back to normal. “And who was dreaming of such a scandalous thing, hm?”

She says nothing, just making a chuffed noise.

“Was it as good as your dream?” I ask.

She blows a puff of air through her lips. “And then some.” She rises up on her elbows, looking down at me with glassy eyes. “What about you?”

“S’posed to be helping fix the fence on the western side of the farm,” I tell her. “Likely I’ll be busy all day.”

“So are you saying you don’t have time for me to suck you until your eyes cross like you just did me?”

Everything below the belt positivelythrobs, and it takes all my restraint not to pin her to the bed and have my way with her.

“Aye, well…” I clear my throat. “I s’pose I have a little time.”

She gives me a coy grin. “That’s what I thought.”

27

Keyanna

Despite the grand wake-up call Lachlan gave me, it didn’t take long after he left to fix the fence for me to remember what had me feeling so urgent last night. Between my grandpa cornering me and the stellar dream and the even more fantastical real-life version of it—I had sort of forgotten about the fact that Rhona had let it slip that I had been sleepingin my dad’s roomthis entire time. After telling Lachlan goodbye and having a bit of breakfast, I set to work effectively tearing the place apart.

But after an entire day, a small existential crisis,andpretending to have a stomachache so I could skip dinner, I can safely conclude that my dad’s old room doesn’t seem to be hiding anything extraordinary. I went through bins in the closet that I’m pretty sure weren’t opened since before I was born—I did find an old photo of a teenage version of my dad that seemed to capture a particularly bad haircut, making me laugh—I quite possibly broke the chest of drawers trying to find some sort of secret compartment, like this is another installment ofNational Treasure, and currently, I’m sitting in the middle of a pile of shoe boxes I found at the bottom of the wardrobe that contain—surprise—a lot of old shoes.