Loving Ean (The Fae Guard Book 2) (31 page)

I TAKE LAILA’S MOUTH
in a hungry kiss, every intention I had of going slow, thrown right out of the window. She tastes so fucking delicious, her soft curves fitting perfectly against me, and suddenly, all is right with the universe.

A little at a time, Aodhagan’s words chipped away at me until I was open and vulnerable. I began to realize what a fool I’d been and wondered if I could have the best of both worlds. When Calista called and told me to take Laila on this assignment with me, I agreed, but out of curiosity, I asked how many others there were that are sent out in this capacity. In all reality, I didn’t really understand what her role would be or how she was supposed to help. I figured it was sort of like a teamed attack, ganging up on the leath leanbh with the presence of another Fae. It seems easy enough to me, so I wondered why the job was assigned to specific Fae. I was struck a little speechless when she informed me that there is at least one on the staff of every training center and in rare cases, two. Then she informed me that Laila is the strongest and most capable in that role. Here again, though, I was left wondering what exactly that meant.

As my walls crumbled, I started to imagine what a life with Laila would be like. Could I find a way to balance a wife and . . . (gulp) . . . kids? Would I always be letting someone down, being forced to choose between a leath leanbh and my family? My initial conclusion seemed to be growing more wrong by the minute. I had climbed back up onto that tightrope, and I was terrifyingly close to falling onto the opposite side, the one without a safety net.

When we met up to travel to Eliska’s house, I’d opened myself up to thoughts of a different destiny and I was overcome with the growing realization that I don’t want to live without Laila. She calms the storms that rage inside me, heals the ripped wounds, and she makes me feel like I can conquer anything. Then, I watched her work with Cuirealan and I was blown away by her strength and power. I’d already made up my mind to try and win her back, but in those moments, I realized what everyone had been trying to tell me. Laila doesn’t need me to carry her; she needs me to walk beside her, to be her partner. I wouldn’t be distracted by worry and the need to keep her safe. I will always worry about her, but we would protect and strengthen each other.

On top of all that, observing her was causing some strong physical responses. There isn’t ever a second when I don’t want Laila, and the decision to let myself be with her was building my need for her. Watching her, so confident and in command of her abilities was throwing gasoline on my simmering desire. What can I say? A woman with power is sexy as hell.

I knew it would take me time to convince her of my remorse and my sincerity in wanting to forge a path together. I needed to take it slow, talk to her, earn her trust back, and contain my longing to throw her over my shoulder and tie her to my bed until she agreed. The caveman in me really liked that idea, but I clubbed him and went in search of the gentleman. However, as we headed home, my craving for her, my need to touch her was corroding away all of my good intentions. At the first sign that I could still affect her, I increasingly did my best to make her squirm and heighten the awareness I could see in her eyes. Being enclosed in that elevator, raspberry and vanilla assaulting my senses, the threads connecting my body to my brain began to snap, one by one. I’d already been dealing with a semi since the moment I was in her presence again, now I was hard and pulsing. When she jumped out and ran away to avoid the need pulling us together, the caveman broke free and I took off after her. Without thought, I spun her around and kissed her. I didn’t give her time to consider the situation, I pounced and she didn’t hesitate in becoming an active participant. The first shock of power that pulsed through us almost caused me to pause, but it was followed by the feeling of being fused together, our souls finding purchase in each other.
Holy shit! We’re still fated!

I’m filled with relief but its short lived, chased away by lust. I’ve missed everything about my beautiful Laila, and tracing my tongue along the seam of her pouty, pink lips, I remember what they felt like on every inch of my body. Picturing them wrapped around my cock has me harder than steel, throbbing with anticipation.

Slow the fuck down, dude.

Yeah, that’s not happening.

We’re attacking each other in desperation born of so much time apart, starving for the connection we have. It doesn’t take long before we are tearing at each other’s clothes, I lift Laila and she wraps her legs gracefully around my hips. Holding her close, I maneuver to my door and by some miracle, get the door unlocked without breaking our kiss, and before we ended up naked and fucking against the wall in the corridor.

All bets are off once we reach my foyer. I slide her down my body so she feels every hard inch of me. We’ve both already lost our shirts so I grip the waist of her black capris and slide them down along with her underwear. I want to taste her but it will have to wait. I can’t hold out much longer. I do get in one long lick and feel her body shudder, the juices of her soaking wet pussy coating my tongue. Then I drag it up as I stand, circling her belly button and following the path up between her generous tits, and end up at her mouth once more. Lifting her up again, I walk forward until her back is plastered against the wall, her body steadied by the press of my hips. I quickly divest Laila of her bra and latch onto one of her rosy nipples, sucking the distended bud and swirling my tongue around it. Her loud moan of pleasure prompts my hips to rock into her, just to hear another sweet sound of satisfaction fall from her lips. I switch to the opposite peak and give it the same treatment. Suddenly, Laila is clawing at the snap of my jeans, the zipper going down so fast that I’m glad I didn’t go commando today, or that could have put a serious damper on our activities. My mouth seeks out hers once again and her hand plunges into my pants, grabbing a hold of my erection and squeezing. I seize her hand and pull it back out, placing it on my chest, and then I move my mouth to her ear, “This will be over before it starts if you keep that up, baby.” My hands wrap around her waist and I pull her tight, swiveling my hips to hit just the right spot and am rewarded when she cries out. “We can’t have that, can we?”

I feel her cheek lift the tiniest bit as her head shakes, and nip at her lobe, before pulling back to see the smile on her gorgeous face. “I want to be inside you when we come, have your pussy clamping down on my cock so hard we both see stars.” She squirms a little and slides her hands up my chest and around the back of my neck, dragging my face back to hers, for a deep, hot, wet, toe-curling kiss.

I can already feel a feverish sweat breaking out on my skin and a frenzy building. My hands slip up and capture a heavy mound in each palm. She has the most perfect fucking tits, their practically spilling out of my hands. I knead them for a moment, then pinch her nipples as I shove my pelvis against her.

“Ean! Oh fuck!”

I know she is just on the edge. I can’t fucking wait anymore. I finish freeing my cock and grab her luscious ass, lifting her to the right height so that I can thrust home. “Holy fucking hell!” the yell rips from my throat. I’m gloved so tight in her hot, wet, pussy I have to pause for a moment to keep myself from exploding. My orgasm is trying to surface but I manage to push it back. Gripping her ass even tighter, I start to move, and after the first two thrusts, the sensations and the sounds of our grunts and moans, break my noble efforts in half. I piston into her fast and hard, gaining momentum each time. My cock drags against the walls of her pussy, and I feel them start to squeeze tighter and tighter.

“Yes! Yes, Ean! Harder!” Her cries of ecstasy are gaining volume and every one grows the frantic pace until I’m pounding my cock so deep that my pelvis grinds right up against her clit every time I bottom out. I’m about to explode, so on my next thrust I grind hard into her swiveling my hips and keeping contact with her nub of nerves, each movement rubbing against it. I lower my head and bite down on one of her nipples and at last, her walls become like a fucking vice and she screams my name over and over as her body shakes with violent shudders. Watching her come is the sexiest fucking thing in the whole damn world. It bursts the dam and I pull back before I drive back in one, two, three more times until the fire barrels through me and I shout at the top of my lungs, my seed exploding and filling her with my essence.

I come so hard I almost black out and I swear I see stars.
Mission accomplished.

I continue to rock in to her lazily, drawing out the pulses of bliss as long as I can. Laila’s head is leaning back against the wall her eyes shut tight and her mouth open as she gulps oxygen into her lungs. Her tits are jiggling with every pant and I’m completely floored when I realize that I’m still semi hard and looking at those pert, pink tips, begging to be devoured—my mouth waters. Laila’s eyes snap open when I shift positions and she realizes that I’m basically ready to go again. The glossy, satiated look in her bottomless greens is fading and being replaced with dark swirl of lust.

This is so fucking happening. Steadying her against my body and keeping us connected, I walk down the hall and into my bedroom. I maneuver us until I’m lying on my back and she is straddling me, still sucking my cock with every shift in position. A deep groan escapes me when she moves forward with purpose. She’s a vision of perfection sitting on my cock, her tits full and heavy, hair falling just below her shoulders like silk, caressing her creamy, white skin.

“Ride me, baby. Take us to heaven again.” She shifts forward and back experimentally, slowly finding the right angles and then begins to pick up speed. “Fuck! Baby, your pussy is so perfect. Take me deep. That’s right.” She’s riding my cock hard, her tits bouncing up and down, her head thrown back in the throes of passion. Reaching out, I pluck and twist at her nipples, pinching hard at just the right moment to heighten the sensations whenever her clit rubs against me.

“Ean! Holy shit! Don’t stop, Ean, don’t’ stop!”

I let her set the pace for a while but eventually, I need to take over. I reluctantly remove my hands from her tits and grasp her around the waist. I take over the rhythm, lifting her up and slamming her back down, my hips rising to meet hers.

“Fuck! Fuck! Baby, you’re pussy is so tight. Squeeze me; suck my cock in all the way. I want to feel how wet you are. Spread it all over me. Fuck! Yes!”

“YES! YES! YES!” Laila’s screams are ripping from deep inside her, every one louder. I look at where we are joined and give it everything I’ve got and drive into her as hard as I can, then slip a finger between us and press on the swollen center of nerves and she flies apart, no longer able to make sound, her mouth is open in a silent scream. I immediately follow her, ejaculating spurt after spurt of come, coating her insides, marking her as mine, from the inside out.

Liala slumps down onto my chest in a languid heap. One of my hands goes to her back, rubbing gentle circles, while the other plunges into her hair, running my fingers through it. In minutes, her breathing evens out and I know she’s fallen asleep. I can’t bring myself to move, so I settle her a little more comfortably and continue my ministrations until I drift off as well.