Page 49 of Forever My Siren Luna (The Hidden Cove #2)

“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.

I could feel his amorous fidelity towards me. He only wanted to give and not take anything for himself.

I couldn’t have that. I wanted him to feel my devotion to him too.

His large length was pressed against my leg. It was so firm that it looked painful. I wrapped my hand around it, making him hiss.

“Lira,” he moaned, his waist grinding against me, moving his member up and down in my hand. “You don’t have to.”

“I do,” I whispered, pulling him and urging him to get on top of me. “I have to. I have to have you, Lachlan. Please.”

He growled deeply again, moving to center himself on top of me while his mouth claimed mine. The tip of his firmness pressed against my nerves, making me gasp. He rested his head on mine.

“This will hurt, Lira. I never want to hurt you.”

“You could never hurt me,” I told him, because it’s true. I know Lachlan was no longer able to hurt me. I could feel it. He would rather die than to cause me even a second of pain.

It might be uncomfortable for a moment, but the only way he could hurt me was by not doing it; by not giving my body what it wants so desperately.

He bit his full bottom lip, staring into my eyes, so much love radiating out of him.

I’m not scared. Not in the least. This was the way it was always supposed to be.

This was how he was going to overwrite every single bad thing that has ever happened to my body.

This second chance at life was a second chance for everything, and I was going to savor every second with him.

No hesitation. No pain. Only piety to the bond and to each other.

He moved himself, readying to enter me, and with a subtle nod of my head, assuring him that this is all I want, he slowly pushed himself inside of me.

My eyes closed tightly, absorbing every sensation. The stretch and tearing was uncomfortable, but not unbearable, and the discomfort left almost as soon as it came. Val pressed forward just enough to heal it all away.

When I opened my eyes again just seconds later, Lachlan’s were still trained on me, but his were now filled with tears.

He stilled all the way to the hilt between my legs, holding his body taunt like he was scared. I reached up and traced his worry lines away from his handsome face with my fingers, wiping his tears with my thumbs as well.

“Mine,” I whispered, feeling a heat building behind my own eyes. “Now you are completely mine.”

He choked on a sob before kissing me deeply. I held his body against mine, enjoying the feeling of the connection and the love we share between us.

“Lachlan,” I whispered in his ear, “Make me yours too.”

A guttural moan left him, and then he started to move his hips, pumping in and out of me at a slow, torturous pace.

I was not so controlled, grinding against him, pulling and gripping his back. He started to pick up his pace with heavy moans, filling me with more lust.

Soon, he was hammering his body into mine, each thrust sending a powerful jolt of electricity through my center, making me go crazy.

Swiftly, he pulled me up against him, sitting back so I was now rocking in his lap while he continued to thrust upward, deep into me.

Those lightning currents started to travel through my body again, building at the apex of my thighs.

Before I could explode, Lachlan buried his face in my nape, his tongue gliding over my skin in the spot that pulled strongly on the bond.

Val was whimpering with me, the connection to her mate matching mine.

Right at that perfect moment, his teeth sank deep into my neck, making everything lock into place and come undone all at the same time.

“ MINE!” his voice echoed in my head.

I could hear him. I can feel him entirely. I can see now that this was the way we were always meant to be. Together. Belonging to one another.

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Lachlan

“Mine,” I whispered in her ear for the hundredth time tonight. “My Lira.”

Lira looked absolutely lovely, her face glowing as she stared up at me with the most stunning smile on her delicate face.

I traced her lips with my finger, my heart hammering against my chest from the thrill of the sparks I felt traveling up my hand.

She’s mine, in every sense of the word. She is my wife, my mate, my entire world. Everything I am is hers, and she is mine.

“Mine,” I repeated again, making her laugh in that amazing way she does, where her shoulders shake and her belly tightens, her legs folding up with the movement. She put her entire body into that laugh, which fascinated me to no end.

“Yes. Yes. I am yours,” Lira said in a voice that was hoarse from the passionate love making she had to endure all night after I couldn’t restrain myself any longer. She demanded nothing less of me, and soon my fear of hurting or scaring her left for good.

I rested my head next to hers on the pillow, trying not to even blink. I didn’t want to miss a second of her beauty.