Page 12 of Lorcan

“But you never told Lorcan…”

“There’s always a reason why a woman hides,” Teeghan said. “If you hid this well for so long, there has to be a pretty damn good reason, and that's not for us to judge.”

“You’re safe here,” Sloane said. “No one will get to you here, trust us.”

“You don’t understand the danger I could bring here,” I admitted to them. It was something I hadn’t admitted to anyone who had cared enough to try and keep me safe. I was safer if no one knew my name, or where I had come from.

“It can’t be any worse than what we’ve both been through,” Sloane said. “Trust me, knowing the O’Farrell’s comes with its own dangers, but it’s also the best family to be a part of.”

“I’m not looking to be a part of anyone’s family,” I told them. “I don’t even know Lorcan.”

“No, but we’ve not seen him react to a woman like this in a long time, probably ever,” Sloane told me. “So, we kind of wanna keep you around to see if you two can find some kind of joy, even if it’s just for a night.”

“Stay,” Teeghan said. “You can leave in the morning. If that’s what you still want.”

I rolled my eyes. The beds here were incredibly comfy, a lot more comfy than I had been used to lately.

I let them walk me back up the stairs, and to the guest room. Teeghan chuckled as I shut the door in her face and I groaned.

I hated awkward goodbyes. I didn’t want to have to explain to the hunk of a man that was Lorcan why I had to flee.

I didn’t want anyone to know who I really was. Period.

I threw my bag down on the end of the bed and laid down behind it.

This is what happened when you got comfortable.

The sound of a knock startled me. I got up from the bed, moved over to the door and opened it. My breath caught when I saw Lorcan leaning against the doorframe, filling it with his presence. How had I not seen how devastatingly big he was?

His eyes were glazed, as if he were drunk.

This wasn’t a good idea.

But there was no way I would be able to say no. Not to this man which is why I was trying to leave without a word.

He didn’t speak. He made a small grunt, as if he were pure monster, before he lifted his hand to my face. His hand cupped the side of my face, his thumb moving over my bottom lip, dragging it down. I could taste the sweat and the whiskey on his thumb.

Everything about him was purely intoxicating.

His mouth crashed down on mine, his hand drifting down to my neck, applying pressure.

I moaned into his mouth as he walked me backward, closing the door with his foot without breaking the kiss. He lifted me up, his hands under my ass, my legs moving around his hips as he threw me up against the wall. I felt the air rush from my lungs as I was pressed against the hard surface behind me, while Lorcan devoured my mouth.

He held me up by his thighs while his hands worked at ripping my shirt off me. I helped him by lifting it up and over, throwing it behind him. He snapped my bra open from the middle and freed my breasts, his mouth moving down to my nipple. His teeth grazed over my areola, causing a shiver to shoot down my spine. I moaned as he gave both nipples ample attention.

If he was this good with his mouth, I could only imagine what he could do with his dick. He lifted me again, his mouth on mine briefly before he threw me on the bed. I bounced slightly from the movement as he pulled his own shirt off, his eyes were dark and dangerous.

It was the only way I could describe them.

Jesus, he was strong as I realised he’d literally hauled a grown woman through the air and onto the bed.

I bit my lip as he pulled his shirt off his muscular body. Underneath, I saw a large family crest on his chest with Celtic knots surrounding it, leading up over his shoulders. He had another tattoo underneath the crest, with the Roman numeral of one in the centre of it.

He undid his jeans, stepping out of them, his cock bouncing forth once it had been freed. I felt a sudden giddiness at the prospect of that thick cock being inside me soon. It was thick, and it was long, neither of those attributes had I ever seen before in one cock, and damn was I excited to have it slide into me. He grabbed my legs and yanked my panties down. I felt them rip as he freed me from them, throwing them behind him.

He stalked toward me on the bed, holding my legs open as he knelt between them. I could barely contain my excitement as I saw him disappear between my legs, and then I felt his tongue diving between my folds. My head was thrown back involuntarily as I let his tongue languish me. I’d never had a man’s tongue on me and not needed to direct him. I whimpered at his mouth going to town on me, my brain going bye bye as I let him love on me. His tongue was slow at first, and the licking quickened, causing my hips to begin gyrating. He groaned as he sucked on my clit, causing my back to arch off the bed, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as the waves of ecstasy caused my body to move of its own volition. He held onto my legs, his fingers biting into my skin as he lapped at me like a man starved and I was his nourishment. I could barely move. The way he had his hands, he was holding my hips down so that he could push his tongue all over my clit. I thought it may explode from the pressure.

I screamed as I clutched at the sheets, pulling them up from the corners.

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