Page 92 of Forever My Siren Luna

He was finally my marked mate.

My canines retracted, Val pulling back into my mind, retreating with Killian to the subconscious space they can now share. Her happy tears matched mine as they came streaming from the corner of my eyes.

“My Lira. My mate,” Lachlan sobbed. His hand was on the back of my head, anchoring me to him as I started to seal my mark with my tongue. He was shivering from the sparks he could finally feel. His breath kept hitching and quaking with every tremor that moved up his body.

“You can feel it,” I said, as if I wanted to make sure even though I already knew.

“I can feel it, baby,” he whispered hoarsely. “I can feel the sparks.”

Then, his lips came down on mine, and we moaned together and the sparks overtook us both.

Twenty-Seven

“Lira. My Lira,” Lachlan’s rough voice kept whispering against my skin.

There was no fear. No hesitation. Everything that once held me back from loving this man has been replaced with this unyielding, all-consuming devotion, like my world now revolved around his very being.

My mark was now on full display on his thick neck, the faint light reflecting off the now scarred tissue. Pride filled me. He's mine. Val was already engrossed entirely with her mate, the two of them mirroring the elation that I felt.

Lachlan laid me on the bed, his eyes intensely staring at me while stripping off the last of his clothes. His body had always been impressive to me, but now, in this context, I'm appreciating him in new, exciting ways, knowing that every single inch of him belongs to me. I feel it. The bond demands it. This man belongs to me and no one else.

His hands worked the delicate fabric off my body, his mouth hanging open and soft gasps leaving him as the sparks rushed over his body with each touch. He was studying me like I was studying him, new admiration glinting in his eyes.

He made me feel empowered. Every breath he took felt like it was for me. Every touch, every kiss, every small movement of his was a response to my own needs. He was feeling me. Reading my body and appreciating it in ways it had never been appreciated before.

We have been in bed together plenty of times. We have seen each other naked before. Neither prepared me for the amount of infatuation I felt coming from him, my mate.

Both of us were now stripped to nothing but our love and passion for one another. While he was still studying my naked body, I pulled his face back up to mine, holding his gaze.

“Take me, Lachlan. I’m yours. Take me.”

His eyes turned smoldering as his mouth crashed down onto mine, a strangled noise leaving him, that soon transformed into desirous moans.

His hands traveled down my body, no longer soft and gentle, but eager and desirous. When they reached the place where all the nerves in my body seemed to meet, I pushed my body to meet them, not risking him second-guessing himself and pulling away. Not when I wanted him this badly.

He tenderly started to circle me down there, making my body shake and a breathy whimper to escape from my slack mouth.

He’s watching me, his sensual expression watching for every single one of my movements and expressions. His eyes grew more wild the more he saw me wanting more from him.

Slowly, his fingers started to enter me. Slick with my desire, they pushed between my glistening folds. I cried softly when he circled them inside me. My eyes closed, concentrating on the overwhelming pleasure and the stretching sensation.

He added another finger, circling inside of me with more force. The pressure began to ache, but it was a good ache. There was no pain. Only this driving desire for more. I want more and more of him by the second. I want all of him. All he will give me.

“Please,” I begged, rocking my body against his hand in rhythm with his torturous fingers. I don’t even know what I’m begging for. I just want more.

He growled deeply, moving down my body, kissing my lower belly a few times before his mouth locked around my pulsing nub, sucking it furiously so I cried out in pleasure.

His fingers were unrelenting inside of me. His mouth was fervently demanding on my most sensitive area, driving something out of me. Something I have never felt before. It made my eyes roll back in my head. My toes started to curl. Every fiber of my being felt like lightning was traveling through it, moving towards my center where I felt like I was about to burst.

His fingers inside of me moved differently now, twisting and turning, curling upward, hitting a place that made my hips buck, the lightning flashing uncontrollably at that particular point inside of me.

Suddenly, I burst from the inside out. My back arched off the bed as I cried. This ripple of tingling satisfaction moved and vibrated through all of me. A scream left my lips, mixing with the sounds of Lachlan growling while still moving his fingers inside of me. His tongue is furiously lapping up every bit of moisture spilling out of me, even as the sensation begins to wane and I’m jerking with the last lingering effects of what he just forced out of my body.

My hands were tangled in his hair. I didn’t even realize I had grabbed onto him, like I was holding on for my life.

“Fuck, Lira,” he groaned, moisture covering the whole bottom half of his face.

When he kissed me, I whimpered, knowing I was tasting my own flavor on his lips, but not feeling any revulsion whatsoever.