Page 17 of The Lies of Lena (The Otacian Chronicles #1)

Chapter Sixteen

Q uill came close, his warm breath on my neck sending chills throughout my entire body. Slowly, he untied the knot that held up the top of my dress and pulled down the small zipper, his hand then tracing my bare back.

“I knew you would look beautiful in this dress,” he purred. “But not as beautiful as you’d look without it.”

He undid my ponytail, so my hair spilled down in copper waves. He traveled his hands to just below my shoulders and pulled the dress all the way down, the rest of it now pooling on the floor.

I inhaled sharply. All I wore underneath was a pair of black underwear. No bra.

He ran his hands down my arms and began kissing my neck from behind. Chills consumed me once more, my back resting against his chest, my nipples now hardened peaks .

His left hand traveled lower, squeezing my ass as he let out a low growl, his tongue still lightly tracing around my neck.

His right hand gently grasped my breast before it traveled lower as well, towards the front of my underwear.

“May I touch you?” he asked gently.

“Yes,” I breathed.

He hummed his approval and slid his hand into my underwear, two fingers delicately slipping through my center with ease. I was soaked.

“Gods,” he whispered, circling his fingers on the sensitive bud. I moaned as my eyes rolled back, my head resting against his chest.

He slid his fingers out, and I followed them as they trailed up…to his lips.

I gasped as he slipped his two fingers along his tongue, smirking at me as he did it.

“You taste so sweet,” he murmured as he pulled them out of his mouth. He grabbed my chin and spun me around, his mouth clashing with mine in a deep, passionate kiss. I loved the feeling of his tongue against mine.

“Can you taste yourself, Lena?” he purred against my lips.

I nodded, and my face flushed further as he grinned and then kissed my neck, his hand cupping my right breast again. I moaned louder as his thumb traced the peak, then squeezed it gently.

Then, he broke away and pulled back, observing my body. Biting his lip, he knelt before me, slipping off my underwear. My breathing staggered, and here I was, completely exposed. He saw everything. He looked up at me through dark lashes .

“Damn perfection.” He stood, unbuttoning his shirt, his voice low as he murmured, “You’ve no idea all the things I wish to do to you.”

When he tossed his shirt to the floor, I was left in awe at his muscles. He looked like no teenager. No, he looked like a man—a perfectly sculpted man.

I gave a roguish smile. "Then show me," I whispered. I ran my hand down his chest and his hard stomach as he studied me with lustful eyes. When I pulled away, he began unbuttoning his pants, and I fought the urge to look away.

He slid his pants and undergarments down, the length of him springing free, and I gasped again, the cocky bastard smirking at my reaction.

I had never seen a naked man before and had only felt him in the pond. He gripped himself and stroked, his length reaching his belly button.

That’s…supposed to go inside of me?

He lowered his hand, then tilted his head, examining me with playful eyes. I hesitated, then wrapped my hand around him, causing him to inhale sharply, the muscles on his abdomen tensing. Gods, if that wasn’t the hottest thing ever.

I wrapped my left arm around his back, and he held me close as I began to work him up and down. He groaned as his lips met mine again, the pressure between my thighs becoming unbearable at the sound of his pleasure.

He hooked his arms under my legs without warning, causing me to squeal as he lifted me and gently laid me on my bed. He stepped back and observed me .

“Can I admit something to you?” I asked quietly, a smirk spreading across my face.

He gave me an amused grin. “Please.”

My heartbeat quickened, and I squeezed my legs together, running my fingertips along my breasts. Quill’s eyes dilated at that. “That first day you trained me. That was the first time I touched myself to the thought of you.”

His eyes flared, and he released a breath at my confession. He wrapped his hand around his length, stroking himself as he stepped forward. My breathing hitched as I watched his eyelids grow heavy, the veins in his arm becoming pronounced while he slowly pleasured himself.

A mischievous smile took over his face. “Show me.”

I could thank the alcohol for my lack of embarrassment. Or perhaps it was the way Quill was looking at me. I felt no shame as I trailed my fingers down my stomach and placed them between my legs.

Using three fingers, I began circling my clit, loosening breathy moans as I did so.

“Let me see you,” he breathed.

I bit back a smile, pulled my knees up, and spread them apart.

Quill’s eyes darkened. “Fucking hell, Lena,” he panted as he stroked himself. “You are so beautiful.”

And for the first time, I truly felt like I was. I grinned as I quickened my pace, my eyes rolling back and my breathing becoming louder as the ecstasy grew.

I heard Quill step closer, and my eyes found his. He smirked as he knelt on the ground, his strong hands softly gripping my legs, his lips now kissing my thighs .

“Quill, what are y—”

“Shh.”

He continued kissing closer and closer until I felt his warm breath against that sensitive area. I stilled, and then he dragged his tongue across my center, and I cried out, gripping his hair in my hand.

Oh my…

He continued with upward licks, and I fought the urge to grind myself against his face until I couldn’t help myself anymore. I held him close as his tongue teased my clit, circling the area as pressure built.

“Fuck, Lena, how do you taste so good?” he murmured against me before his tongue continued its assault.

He then gently plunged a finger into me, causing me to cry out in pleasure. He pumped it in and out as he softly sucked on the sensitive bud.

He looked at me through dark lashes, his mouth hovering just over my pussy. “I first touched myself to the thought of you the night we met,” he confessed.

I had no time to respond before he sucked on my clit again, his finger moving quickly. The pressure built and built before it overflowed, my body shattering as I throbbed around his fingers, crying out his name. He pulled away and put pressure with his thumb, doing small circles as he rode out my orgasm.

I was panting, and when I looked down to see him, he was grinning, his lips glossy.

Fuck, I will never forget him looking like this.

He removed his finger and leaned over me, and my eyes trailed down to his length again.

“Do you still want to?” he asked softly .

“Yes,” I answered instantly.

He bit his lip and pulled my body closer so my ass was almost hanging off the bed, then pushed his cock down, the tip of his length sliding through my slit. I bucked my hips and moaned at the sensation. He was breathing heavily as he lightly pushed himself on the entrance.

“This will probably hurt, Lena.”

“I know,” I smiled. “It’s okay.”

He pushed in further, and I winced at the burning sensation.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”

“Don’t ever be sorry,” I breathed, and he pushed himself in further. I cried out softly, and he retreated again before going in deeper.

“About halfway, Flower,” he murmured.

“Just push it all in,” I respired.

“Are you—”

“Yes.”

He clenched his jaw, then obeyed as he slid his entire length inside me.

I cried out at the pain, and he searched my face with worry. “Are you okay?”

I winced and gave an embarrassed laugh. “I…I think so.”

He smiled sweetly and kissed my forehead before continuing, going back and forth gently. The pain eventually transitioned to deep pleasure as he began to trace his thumb around my clit once more, the burning sensation beginning to cease.

“Better?” he asked.

“Yes, much better,” I whispered, my eyes rolling back as he picked up his pace .

His moans were the sexiest thing I’d ever heard. He held my hips as he slid in and out, faster and faster, the sound of skin against skin filling the air. I couldn’t help how loud I was moaning; it was so intense.

Quill then pulled out, sliding my body over so I was entirely on the bed, and he crawled on top, resuming where we were. He lowered his body until he was holding me close, then continued his movements, his groans so close to my ear. I wrapped my legs around his hips and held him tight.

“Gods,” he panted. “You feel too good.”

He slowed his movements and pulled his face back so that we were looking at each other.

His golden eyes bounced between both of my mine. “I love you, Lena,” he said softly, and my heart melted just as it had when he had said it earlier.

I reached my hand up and held his cheek. “I love you, too, Quill.”

His eyes flickered, and he smiled and ran his thumb along my bottom lip. “Your eyes are so stunning. Such a beautiful shade of green.”

I laughed softly. “My eyes? Have you seen yours?”

He chuckled and kissed me again, then pulled back and increased his pace.

“Quill—fuck!” I wailed. The bliss I felt was blinding as he scooped me close and moved in me quickly. The pressure again built up until I cried out, another orgasm rippling through my body. I was breathless as I throbbed around him, squeezing his cock tightly just as he found his own release. I held him close as he moaned loudly, pouring himself into me .

We lay there for a moment, our bodies sweaty and staggering for breath, before he pulled himself out and lay beside me, facing me. I turned to meet his gaze, a smile creeping over both of our faces.

I never imagined anyone loving me or ever getting close to anyone in general. I never imagined being intimate with anyone.

Perhaps we could be together. Maybe I could even tell him about who I really am one day.

“Thank you for allowing me to be your first time,” he said softly. “And thank you for being mine.”

My eyes widened. “I was your first time, too?”

He brushed my hair from my face and smiled. “You were.”

The idea of him even touching another female made me want to burn down buildings, so knowing I was incorrect in my assumption of him having been with other girls made me kiss him gently.

He pulled me so I was now lying on his chest, his hand tracing lazy circles on my back.

“How come you seem so…experienced, then?”

He chuckled. “Having guy friends teaches you many things—things you don’t even want to know.”

I looked up at him. “Edmund and Hendry?”

“Hendry. Some of my other friends have lost their virginity, too. So, I suppose I knew some from that.” He blushed. “But really, I was just guessing.”

I dragged my teeth along my bottom lip. “You guessed well, very well.”

“I’m glad.” He grinned. “I am taking a tonic, just so you know.”

I blinked. “Oh, I am as well. ”

I knew humans created contraceptives of their own, but their success rate wasn't nearly high enough for me to risk it.

I think this may be the first time in my life I am grateful for being a Mage.

He continued running his fingertips along my back.

“Did…did I make you feel good?” I asked quietly.

“Gods, yes,” he groaned and kissed the top of my head.

“Even though I…”

Didn’t reciprocate what he had done for me…

Sensing what I meant, he tilted my chin up towards him. “Everything was perfect . We can try other things the next time if you would like to. But you were perfect.“ He kissed my forehead, and I snuggled close.

“Thank you for coming today,” I said, and I felt him try to hold in a laugh. “That’s not what I meant, you goof.” I pinched his side, and he pinched me back. “I’ve never gone to that festival with anyone other than my mother. It was…” I sighed. “So nice. I hope you had fun, too.”

“More fun than I have ever had, save for this, of course.” His lazy circles ceased as he squeezed me tight.

I was having trouble keeping my eyes open, the warmth from his body lulling me to sleep.

“Can you spend the night?” I whispered.

He kissed my forehead again. “I wish I could…but if I don’t want to get caught by my parents, I’ll need to be in my bed before morning.”

I tilted my head up towards him. “They think you’re home? ”

“Well, my father does. My mother knows, but I said I’d be home by midnight.” He glanced at my clock, which read 1:43 a.m. “So, I don’t want to get in trouble with her, either.”

I clenched my jaw and looked down.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to be a secret forever, Quill,” I said quietly.

He stilled for a moment. “I don’t want you to be either, believe me.”

“I know you say you don’t care what your father thinks, but if that were so, wouldn’t you just bring me over and that be that?”

“It’s more complicated than that.”

“How so?”

He flexed his jaw, and I sat up, holding the sheet over my chest.

“You still won’t tell me, will you?” I asked in disbelief.

“Lena, I—”

I shook my head incredulously, then laid on my side of the bed with my back to him.

“Please don’t be angry with me,” he pleaded, and I could hear the hurt in his voice.

“You say you love me…but you keep me a secret from everyone. I don’t even know which house you live in. Do your friends even know about me?”

He hesitated. “Well, it’s—”

“Don’t lie,” I said sternly as I turned over to face him.

He sighed. “No, they don’t. Like I said, It’s complicated.”

“So, tell me.”

He was silent.

“Quill— ”

“I can’t!”

I flinched. He had never raised his voice to me, and it caused my stupid lip to tremble.

Don’t you dare cry, Lena.

He covered his eyes. “I…I’m sorry, Lena. You just have to trust me.”

I wanted to. I had given him all of me, and I did love him with my whole being. But something was…off. Even though I myself lived a secretive life, he was far more closed off than even me. Something was wrong.

And I was going to figure it out.