“Do not, Lachlan. I gave him my word he would live. I searched his memories he is not a murderer. He is a good man.”
He truly believed only his mate could think a man who had resolved to take her life for money was good. She waited, staring at him with her beautiful eyes. She looked vulnerable, young, and all too fragile.
“As you wish it, he will not die by my hands.”
Her relief at his mercy burned along their thread, and she hurtled herself in his arms.
Her voice filled his mind, the tones soft and so achingly familiar. I need you.
19
An indescribable warmth slowly infused her body. The forest was still, the raw scent of blood fading from her nostrils, and carnage no longer in sight. Shilah held onto him as she moved them into a clearing, her muscles relaxing now that they were safe. Despite the shattering brutality of the past few minutes, she could live there, in his arms, their bodies entwined, hearts beating in harmony forever. And that was why Shilah knew she had to leave him under the cloak of secrecy, tonight, through the portal Princess Saieke had planned to use to escape to earth. Even now she could feel its phantasmic energy, and with her enhanced strength and speed, it should only take her a few hours to reach the portal.
Her people needed her, as his King needed him. If she left, her entire soul would cry out to him, and he would follow. Even now, something gaping tore at her heart, and she had to ruthlessly build barriers along their link, so he was not aware of the riotous feelings beating inside her.
“You are distressed mate.”
She closed her eyes, swallowing back the burn of tears, and the aching regret and pain already hammering through her. “Lachlan.”
A hand soaked with blood cupped her chi
n and lifted her face to his. How wild and feral he seemed, how dangerous and brutal, his chakra still pulsing with a remorseless fury, yet his touch was inexplicably gentle.
For a terrifying moment, she’d thought he had died. And the fear that had lived and breathed in her had all been for him. The sense of loss and sorrow had been great, for there was so much more she wanted to know about this man. A thousand birds took wings in her stomach, and Shilah crawled up his body and wrapped her legs around his waist. The look in his eyes stole her sanity. The combination of raw strength and tenderness shifted something down deep inside her. She pressed her hand over her heart, suddenly barely able to breathe. It was impossible not to fall more and more for him. “I crave the taste of you, and I burn for your body.”
Every detail of Lachlan Ravenswood would be etched forever into her mind and heart. He’d stolen a piece of her that she hadn’t known existed, and she would not fight to ever reclaim it back. Even with the Omniverse separating them, he would always have that part of her.
She did not have to verbalize her need, he understood perfectly. He kissed her, and his embrace thrilled her, sent her into another world of pure sensation where she lost herself. He delved his tongue in to taste every part of her. He tasted like violence, like the rain, like comfort, like lust and sin.
“I need you…in me. Love me, Lachlan.”
She was only dimly aware of her clothes being torn from her. Their mouths stilled fused together, a waft of breeze over their body and then they were perched on a rock’s ledge, a waterfall pounding their bodies, washing away the blood and violence.
Another waft of breeze, a swirl of shadows and she was lying on her back on the wet grass, that felt sublime against her sensitive skin. The waterfall pounded off the mountain in the distance, and thunder rumbled in the air. Hard, muscled, his larger body blanketed over hers, licking along her neck, down to her collar, and over her tight, aching nipples. She arched as he sucked the tip of her nipple with a strong pull of his mouth.
He didn’t linger, moving lower, parting her legs wide. The touch of his tongue on her clitoris was such a shock of pleasure that she couldn’t hold back her cry. Her world narrowed entirely on the pleasure crowding her senses. He raked his teeth over her straining nub, then licked it hard. He alternately savored and consumed. Her heels dug into the earth, hips lifting, a cry tearing from her as his tongue pressed inside. Hungry, desperate moans spilled from her, mingling with his low, gravelly murmurs of approval fluttering against her wet sex.
She moaned and bucked under the carnal lash of his tongue, but he was unrelenting. Her hands went to his hair, fingers fisting the thick locks. She shivered as he pressed her harder onto the grass. Drawing her beneath him, he parted her thighs with his own, pressed his cock at her damp and welcoming slit, and surged deep, burying himself in one smooth stroke.
White lightning streaked in her veins. Lachlan!
He started to ride her, and his name became a whimper, a cry, a plea, a gasp, a moan. He whispered something low and guttural. His body was hard and powerful, moving against hers. Her core ached, and she would be sore for hours to come, perhaps days, but all she could do was feel a desperate, agonizing need for more.
He rolled with her, until she lay atop of him, his pelvis surging up from below, never stopping his pounding rhythm which she rocked her hips to meet, arousal becoming molten in her veins. She held onto him, one hand clutched at his back, the other around his neck. Shilah panted, sweat glistening on her body as she rode him in a deep, sensual glide, her hips circling, sliding up and down, as she fucked him like he surely fucked her. He caressed the globes of her ass, the hollow in her back. He touched her gently, almost reverently.
Chakra exploded around her, caressing all over her body, slid sinuously around to her wet sex. It delved between her folds and rubbed. Her clit throbbed, ached, swelled painfully at the friction his chakra generated. Her head fell back, the curtain of her hair rippled over her back brushing his thighs, a hard shudder wracking her body.
Despite the cold air, her body sheened in sweat, pulsating, throbbing with a fever of need. She released his neck to touch his beautiful mouth. “I could fall in love with you Lachlan Ravenswood.”
Then she lowered her mouth to his throat, to the irresistible rush of his blood calling to something dark and unknown inside her. She found the pulse beating on the side of his neck, stroking her tongue across his pulse once, twice, in a small caress then biting down.
His hoarse cry of pleasure filled her mind, even as the sweet taste of his blood rushed into her mouth. The taste was nothing like she’d ever had, for riding the taste of blood was energy that rushed through her veins, tugging at the powers buried inside her.
His savage features twisted into a grimace of sublime pleasure “I am already there Shilah Symonrah of Serange. I am already there.”
Her heart cracked, yet a joy trembled through her soul. She released his neck and licked, distantly shocked that her bite wounds healed instantly and that the wounds were the punctures of retracting canines. Claws exploded from his hands and sank into the soft skin of her back. Another swirl of shadows and she was on her knees, her hips arched in the air. He pushed her to her stomach, moving behind her, hilting deep in one stroke. His head lowered, his teeth gripping the sensitive area between her shoulder and neck as she screamed out in pleasure-pain as his fangs struck deep. A primitive, throaty, growl echoed from him, demanding her surrender, her submission.
The sounds called to something deep inside her, something unknown, feminine, but powerful. Sensual but innocent. Calm but ravaging. His hips rolled, and he shafted into her wet sex with an untamed strength not present in their previous mating. She sensed the freedom in him, the unfettered lust, knowing she was less fragile because of his blood, her body more able to withstand the roughness of the mating demands burning through his soul.