Page 35 of Lorcan's Obsession

"Tristen, I've never been drawn to anyone as I am to you. I thought if we did not dive straight into the sex, maybe I’d find the answer to why I haven’t been able to get you off my mind for weeks. But, if giving me one weekend to get to know you is not something you’re interested in, just say the word. I will sink deep into you this instant. God knows how close I am to blowing my load because of how hard I am for you.”

I watched keenly, waiting and anticipating what she’d say.

“I—” Tristen leaned her head on her folded knees and groaned loudly. “I can’t make it this weekend. I have other plans.”

“What about the next one?” I asked quickly.

“Lorcan, that’s gonna be two weeks of waiting.”

She was negotiating with me; that was a good sign.

“Two weeks?” I quirked a brow. “Did you want to fuck me from the first day you met me?”

“Yes! Have you seen yourself?”

I smiled, as if she wasn’t the hundredth woman who’d told me I was ridiculously handsome. “I’ve been told we see ourselves best in the eyes of another.”

I held my breath, waiting for her answer.

Those gorgeous lips pursed in thought, and her green eyes narrowed. After several seconds of cock-straining silence, Tristen straightened her back and met my face.

“Okay. One weekend, but that’s all you get.”

“Fuck yeah.” I couldn’t help a tiny fist pump. This was a long-term win, even if my prick would be paying the cost tonight. My shoulders dropped as I sat on my haunches and flipped our positions suddenly.

“What are you doing?” Tristen squealed, straddling me with her luscious curves.

"Well, I’m not planning on having any sleep tonight, and neither will you.”

13

WOLF

Lorcan’s mouth and tongue had devoured every inch of my skin until his touch zapped like electricity.

By the time we were slowing down, the sky was turning as pink as my swollen bud. Lorcan took a personal day, and I canceled all my commitments. We spent the entire day in bed kissing, snuggling, and doing our darnedest not to fuck each other's brains out. When exhaustion finally took over, I had the most restful sleep I've had in months.

The red-orange sunset poured lazy rays through the massive windows when I finally dragged myself out of the comfy king-sized bed. The smell of freshly brewed coffee guided me to the kitchen where Lorcan was shirtless, barefoot, with gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips. He was whisking eggs in a mixing bowl. I watched the defined muscle movement on his back as he stretched an arm to pick up the cinnamon shaker and then returned to swirling the batter he was preparing.

"Good evening, beautiful," he said, twisting his neck to greet me with that dazzling smile of his. "Wanna pump your veins with caffeine or champagne? It’s five o'clock here." He winked.

"Got any fruit juice? I have to replace all the fluids you got out of me last night.” Heat crept up my cheeks at the memory. We changed the sheets three times last night and once this morning.

He growled, dropping his whisk into the bowl and walking up to me. “If I wasn’t making your favorite meal, I’d be between your legs getting mine.”

“My clit is on a sabbatical, and you gotta feed me those famous waffles first.”

“On it.”

I hoisted myself onto the marble kitchen island, watching as he filled a glass with orange juice and then handed it to me. He eyed my bare legs. All I was wearing was his dirty pink tee from last night. I gathered he must like the color or the soft cotton feel because he had an entire row of the same tees in his massive walk-in closet.

I knew Lorcan's shirtless cooking was a strategy to keep my eyes on him. And it was working. His ivory skin begged me to touch it. But since I didn't want to appear needy or clingy, I chose a macho way to go about it: jab a finger at his pecs. I regretted that instantly. While massaging the sting on my finger, I inspected the tattoo on Lorcan’s bicep. It was a blue-eyed gray wolf, meticulously detailed. I was so distracted by the monster between his legs that I didn’t pay enough attention to the gray wolf on two separate occasions.

“Tell me about your tattoo.”

He chuckled and walked back to the space with batter and assorted fruits on a chopping board. "I will. After you tell me where I can find the waffle maker."

Lazy prick still hadn’t organized the kitchen, eh? "Hm. I think you should open all the cabinets and find out. You should know where things are. It's your kitchen, after all."

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