Page 20 of Lycan and Lark
She shot him a glare. “Stoppit. I’m not even that wet and you need to get out of my head.”
“You’re not wet?” His fingers dipped lower, skimming the top of her shorts, then slid up her core. She moaned as his fingertips danced over the fabric. “I know how we can change that.” He stood, bringing her with him. Her legs slung around his waist. He strode quickly toward the waterfall as her lips trailed down his throat. She looked up as the rush of water grew louder.
“Lark,” she warned as he took her to the pool’s edge.
“You said you weren’t wet.” He dipped forward, sending them plunging into the warm water.
”Lark!” Aria squealed as they breached the surface together.
“Wet enough now?” he asked with a dirty grin. She giggled, splashing at him and swimming forward in powerful strokes. The water wasn’t too deep. He could stand, his chest just clearing the top of the water. Aria was much shorter. She had to tread to keep her head above the surface.
The physical exertion didn't seem to faze her. She swam around the pool, twirling and floating before ducking under again. She seemed happy and free in here. He watched her surge beneath the water, kicking her legs and swimming his way. She emerged inches in front of his face, planting a warm, unexpected kiss on his lips before swimming away again. Her long hair flowed behind her, giving her the appearance of a mermaid in a lagoon. She came up for air on the other end of the pool, just in front of the waterfall itself. She ducked under, reemerging with something in her hand. She tossed it onto the bank of the waterfall before dropping below the water again. She resurfaced once more, tossing two more items out of the pool. Her pale skin shimmered. All of her skin...
Lark looked back at the discarded pile. Clothes?
She gave him a mischievous grin and blood pumped down to his hardening shaft. He followed suit, slipping out of his clothes and throwing them onto dry land. They stayed on either end of the pool until Aria beckoned him with her thoughts. Lark stalked toward her, walking through the pool as she floated just beyond. He stopped before her. Aria’s long hair floated on the water and her bare breasts glowed just beneath the surface. From this angle she reminded him more of a siren, beautiful, dangerous, tempting, unavoidable. He decided at that moment that he would gladly drown for her. She called to him like a sailor’s song at sea. Time seemed to stop and nothing before Aria felt important.
Her eyes raked down his chest, taking in the impressive expanse of black ink. Tattoos covered most of Lark’s skin now. Aria lifted a hand up, running it along one pec, feeling the hidden scar beneath the ink. She pulled her fingers back in confusion.
“Those are from a long time ago.” The tattoos had served as a way for him to gain control over his body, and to hide the layers of scars beneath. Anything branded onto his body before the day he got his wolf remained. The ink allowed him to forget, just a little bit, when he looked in the mirror.
Aria’s thoughts turned sad and then angry as she swam into his body, wrapping her legs around his waist. Her lips brushed the raised skin on his chest first. Each kiss leading to a new cursed patch of flesh. She covered him in kisses, finding every spot on his shoulders and neck before resting her lips on the large scar on his face. He pulled her close, needing to feel her warmth against him. He raised his lips to hers, seeking the comfort her mouth provided.
“Lark,” she murmured against his skin. “I want you to be my first.” He searched her thoughts for confirmation and found it in excess. His body reacted, moving of its own accord. He would be her first, and last. He took her to the shore, taking quick steps to reach their unfinished picnic.
He dropped onto his knees and used one arm to sweep away the food. He laid Aria down on the checkered blanket. Her eyes were wide and her pulse hummed beneath his touch. Nervous energy rolled off of her. He stroked her face, watching the goosebumps rise on her wet skin. He kissed her slowly, deeply. His hand slid up her thighs, where a different kind of wet flesh greeted his hungry touch. Aria gasped, her back arching as his fingers slid inside. He took his time, building her pleasure with deep, curling strokes. She panted and ground her hips against him. She was so tight, so perfectly warm. He wanted this to be an experience she would never forget. He added a third finger and she bit her lip as he stretched her passage.
He was worried her body wouldn’t be able to take him. The more relaxed she was, the easier it would be for both of them. He hovered over her, kissing down her neck and nuzzling into her flesh. “Let me feel you come, Princess.” His thumb circled her clit and she sucked in a breath. Her hands gripped his back as he pushed her ever closer. He allowed small, subtle waves of electricity to flow deep into her core while he rubbed that sweet spot inside of her, intensifying the sensations and whispering in her ear as her body began to unravel for him.
The sound she made when she came beneath his touch was the most beautiful and maddening thing he had ever heard. He was addicted to that sound. He wanted to hear it every morning, every night, and every fucking minute in between. He pulled his fingers out, spreading her wet arousal over his full erection. She watched him with a hungry, anxious stare.
He planted himself firmly between her knees and lined up the tip with her entrance. Blue eyes peered up at him as she gulped the air. He slid a few inches in and she flinched. He leaned down and planted his lips on her ear. “Relax, and let me take care of you.” He worked those first few inches in and out, letting her body accommodate to him. She was unbelievably tight. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to go slow. He pressed in deeper and her fingers clawed into his back. “That’s it,” he encouraged as he moved deeper.
Aria was holding her breath. He sipped at her lips, coaxing them open.
“Breathe, Aria.” He pushed all the way inside and she cried out. He slowed, letting her adjust to his girth. Her breathing evened out some and he began to move again. The first moan rolled over her sweet lips and he nearly came on the spot. It was all the encouragement he needed to pick up his pace. Her body squirmed as he drove forward. The way her pussy squeezed around him was blissful torture. The sensation was intense and his balls drew tight in anticipation. But he wouldn’t come now. Not until he heard the sweet sounds of her ecstasy, felt her tight walls contract around him.
He would make this an experience she would never forget.
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Aria’s body could barely handle Lark’s thick shaft. It stretched her uncomfortably, but somewhere beneath the pain, pleasure began to simmer. She moaned and Lark’s body reacted. His slow thrusts changed and he began to roll his hips. Pain faded to the back of her mind completely as this new sensation took over. He rolled forward, sinking deliciously into her again and again.
His abs flexed with each motion of his hips. Her fingers trailed up his stomach and he growled. The sound reverberated through her body and settled in her throbbing core. That sound was the sexiest thing she had ever heard. Lark’s lips curled into a dark smile and he growled again. It was deep, feral, and dangerous. She was so turned on she could barely contain the steadily building pressure inside of her.
His voice was deep in her ear. “Let me feel that sweet cum all over my cock, Princess.” That fucking dirty talk did such crazy things to her body. No one had ever talked to her like that. She moaned in response and he moved faster. He worked them into a rhythm and Aria’s mind started to melt. His body tingled with electricity. It hummed through her, waking every nerve ending and increasing the intensity of every sensation. Her body was climbing, soaring toward a feeling she had never known.
When the orgasm hit she practically stopped breathing. It felt like every other climax had been an appetizer, a taste of the pleasure she would eventually receive. She squeezed down around him and ecstasy surged through her veins.
Coming with Lark’s thick cock inside her was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Her fingers had not prepared her for the intense satisfaction and raw bliss of the real thing. Lark’s face was pulled tightly in concentration when she opened her eyes. She slid her hand across his abs again and as he groaned, his body tensed within her. Hot, sticky ropes of release filled her passage. She moaned at the new sensation. The guttural sound of Lark’s climax was so hot that it caused a second, smaller, and very unexpected orgasm to squeeze through her. His body twitched against her muscles and he slowed.
Their breaths and scents intertwined, making Aria dizzy. Lark peered down at her. He planted a deep kiss on her lips and languidly slid from her body. She winced as the emptiness brought attention to the throb between her thighs. “Are you hurt?” His eyes searched hers.
“No, just a little sore. That was…” She couldn’t find a single word to describe what that was.
Lark chuckled. “Speechless. I like it.” She did too.
“All this time, I’ve been missing out onthis?”
