Page 36 of Lorcan's Obsession

He put down the whisk and rested his arms on either side of me, gently caging me in. "You can help me. Opening twenty cabinets is too much work." His gravelly voice was seductive.

"I'll help you if you tell me about this." I darted out my tongue and licked the two blazing blue eyes on his wolf. “Why did you choose such a unique color?”

“The batter needs to be cooked now, Morgana.”

"You can tell me as you cook."

"No, Tristen. I want to focus and prepare the best meal for you. I'm trying to impress you with my cooking."

I cooed. "You don't need to impress me much. I already agreed to your weekend getaway terms. Just tell me why you picked that color for—”

I gasped when he slid his finger into his mouth and then deep inside me before my next breath.

"Here’s the deal. I’ll give you a clue to the important features of the wolf.” He nipped my lips and secured my perched foot on the counter, wrapping his free arm around me. “If you get one wrong or delay the response, my tongue and thumb will camp on your clit."

Anywhere else but my clit. After Lorcan’s marathon feasting last night, she was out of commission for the coming week.

"Lorcan, I can get you the waffle—"

"Too late. First clue: the wolf stares directly at you. Not howling or looking to the side." Lorcan started screwing me fast and furious with his digit inside me. I teetered on the edge of pain and pleasure until I remembered the consequence of failing his question.

My voice trembled as I answered, "Erm, you are direct, you are, er, you are not afraid! Bravery!"

His finger slowed inside me.

"I’ll accept that. The second clue: the blue eyes are a reminder."

He added a second finger, curling the double digits and teasing my G-spot. My hips pushed up of their own volition, but his muscle block body didn’t budge.

“Lorcan, I-I’ll get the waffle maker. I don’t think I know the answer to that one.”

“Take a lucky guess.”

I was going to come if he didn’t ease the delicious torture, but at the same time, every brush of our skins reminded me I was hypersensitive down there. "It’s a… It’s a person, a former, a current. Someone in your life!"

“Keep going.”

"Fuck. What about a family member? A friend. Does anyone have blue eyes?”

He slowed down the digits. My slickness coated his fingers, making it easy for him to slide in and out. "Yes, my mother has—her eyes were blue. For your third and final clue: the gray, full fur around the wolf.”

He removed his fingers and dived his tongue into my center, wasting no time to race me to the edge.

"It-it reminds you of your pet or former pet. Coat color. Your eyes."

"No," he hummed inside me. “Think symbolic.”

"Sad feelings. Cloudy weather."

"No."

In seconds, I was fleeting to the edge of an orgasm and ready to splinter at the mercy of his tongue. I was ready to beg and tell him not to move a millimeter from my core so I could come. But before I formed the words, Lorcan pressed his thumb on my clit.

I screamed, "Second cabinet from the fridge! Bottom shelf!"

A deep grunt of satisfaction vibrated in his chest. He carefully lowered my leg and made sure I was settled on the counter.

"The gray fur protects the wolf. Think of it like a safety blanket. It’s symbolic of how my mother made me feel."

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