Page 17 of Grounded (Convergence #1)

Just a few hours later, Larocran Ader knew he was fucked.

In all the ways a man could be fucked.

Well, maybe not all of them.

Two. He was fucked in two ways.

Panting, he lay back on the hotel bed, his wings propping him up to give him a great view of Rinna Jass, sex incarnate, as she sauntered into the bathroom naked.

Her ass was the most glorious thing he'd ever beheld.

No, her breasts were. All right, it was her face that he loved the most. And that was a problem.

Throughout the many hours they'd been having sex, Laroc had obsessed over Rinna's body.

He just couldn't stay limp around her. Her breasts were the perfect size, fitting into his hands as if made for them and tipped with luscious pink nipples that made him salivate.

She had a tiny waist and long legs, but that very feminine body was coated in lean muscle. She held him down at one point!

All right, so, Laroc let her hold him down, but she was still stronger than he expected.

And that pussy of hers was just as tight and muscled as the rest of her.

It had squeezed the juice right out of him.

Laroc could barely see straight after his first orgasm.

He'd never been fucked so well in all his life.

Yeah, that body and what it could do were prime.

Best of the best. But his stare kept straying to hers, even though he was inside her.

He had to know if she was enjoying herself.

What she was looking at. He actually wondered several times if his appearance pleased her.

And, worst of all, Laroc just liked looking at her eyes.

Her eyes! I mean, what the actual fuck was happening?

Had he cursed himself by telling Rennux he was going to get burned?

Was Source laughing at them both? Did Source laugh?

No, it wouldn't. Or maybe it would. Someone was laughing, and it wasn't Larocran.

He was too busy pining for a woman who was only ten feet away.

He missed her. And she was in the fucking bathroom!

What the fuck? Did Medean women have magic pussies?

Full disclosure, Laroc may have been lying when he said he'd think more of Liria if she didn't make him wait.

He had fully expected to fuck her and strut away with a smile on his face.

Oh, shit! Maybe this really was Source's doing.

He had sworn to Source when he said that, hadn't he?

Did the Source of Magic just curse him by making him keep his vow?

What a fucked up irony that would be. At least he wasn't in the same situation as Rennux.

Laroc may be getting deep in like with Rinna, but he wasn't about to claim her.

Laroc frowned. Oh, shit, why did that thought make his chest shiver?

No, no, no! He couldn't fall in love with a Medean.

That would only lead to heartbreak. He'd only have four years with her—the time left on his service contract—and then he'd have to go home.

And he couldn't take a Medean with him. They wouldn't let her into the city.

Even if they did, they'd be ostracized. Maybe worse.

But if Rennux claimed his woman, it would be cataclysmic.

Motherfucker! Was Laroc going to have to step in?

No, he couldn't do that. Who Rennux claimed or didn't claim was his business.

“Why are you scowling like that?” Rinna asked as she crawled back onto the bed.

“I'm just wondering why you wouldn't take me back to your room.” Laroc looked around. “Did I have to prove my prowess first?”

Rinna laughed and snuggled in beside him. “We both know this isn't going anywhere.”

Laroc flinched. No fucking way. She was not about to give him the let’s-just-enjoy-our-time-together speech.

“Let's just enjoy whatever this is for as long as it lasts.”

“Close enough,” he muttered.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. Uh, yeah. We should do that.”

“You weren't expecting a relationship, were you?”

Laroc snorted. “Why? Because you screamed my name three times?”

“Did not.” Rinna pushed at him. Then she grinned. “It was four times.”

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck! He was staring into her eyes again. No, it was fine. She didn't want anything serious. That was perfect. She was saving his sorry ass from making a huge mistake.

“We could, uh.” He cleared his throat. “We could do this again, though. If you wanted to.”

“Of course, I want to do this again. Four times, Laroc. And those are just the times when I could form your name.” She straddled his lap. “Let's make it five.”

“All right. But only if we do this in your room next time.”

“What the fuck is your obsession with my room?”

Laroc smirked. “I want to see how you chiefs live.”

She rolled her eyes. “Fine. Sure, we can fuck at my place next time. You happy?”

“I'll be happier in a minute.” Laroc rolled Rinna onto her back, splitting her legs. His shoulders shoved her thighs even wider apart as he buried his face in her womanhood. It was quickly becoming his favorite place to be.

As he licked and savored, and she writhed and pulled on his hair, Laroc pushed away the panic that threatened to consume him.

He was not fucked. Not in a bad way. This was fine.

It would be fine. Oh, damn, she tasted good.

No! Oh, fuck it. No sense in ruining the moment.

He could worry about stupid shit like emotions later.