Page 55 of Filthy Fae

If he wasn’t such an insufferable ass ninety percent of the time? If he didn’t have a shield up that kept me always at arm’s length? My mom said that I built a wall between us, but he had a wall twice as high as mine... with spikes. Was I just supposed to let him in and be okay with the fact that he might never reciprocate?

“Maybe if we connected on some other level besides cycling between fighting and making out nonstop,” I offered.

“That’s why I wanted you to go back to school,” he said. “So we’d have something together. Something that you don’t have with anyone else.”

“Lance Knight,” I said, keeping my voice light. “Are you telling me that you can’t even ask me to spend time with you without insulting me?”

He gave me a small smile. “Unfortunately.”

We lay there staring at each other for a long minute, the moonlight illuminating the tattoos that covered him from the top of his neck and all the way down his chest and back.

“I’ve been trying to find ways so we can connect in normal life. Chemistry—that’s not our problem.” He lifted his brows.

I smiled and made a face. “Maybe not.”

Lance gave me a look that communicated I was full of shit. Leaning in, he whispered, “But, as much as I want to fuck you all day, every day, we need to have a connection outside of that. I was thinking that going to school together would work. You and I both studied business. You were forced to leave pursuing your degree in order to take care of your family. I thought it would make you happy. But I realized that school would just be one more thing on your overflowing plate. So, I’ve been trying to think of other things we can share, activities that would help relieve your stress instead of adding to it.”

My heart swelled at his confession. “Really?”

He nodded, his hand sliding down my head to my neck, drawing me in again. “I was thinking of buying a house on Crescent Lake.”

My mind immediately pictured the glimmering water and the long line of docks. “Are you talking about a lakefront property?”

“Yeah. We could swim or float on the lake and have drinks by the shore. At night, we’d lay by the fire or relax in the jacuzzi.”

“I love that idea.” I gave him a teasing smile. “By ‘we’ do you mean just you and me?”

His brows lifted, like he hadn’t considered that. “I meant all of us—me, Darrel, Aaron, and Mack. But maybe sometimes it could be just the two of us.”

He had me at his acceptance of Mack. I cut him off, pressing my lips to his, the warmth of our kiss curling through me and heating my core from within. My thighs slickened as his tongue caressed mine, more gently than the other times he’d kissed me. I didn’t expect gentleness from Lance, the dirty-talking rich asshole. Yet, his mouth moved over mine with care and hunger, gently consuming me until I was so wet I couldn’t stand it. I climbed onto him, straddling his hips. He ran hands over my waist and up my body, pushing my shirt with them.

In seconds, he’d tugged the material off over my head. His hands found my breasts, bared for his touch. His thumbs caressed my nipples, which hardened to rigid peaks beneath his gentle fingers. I ran my hands over his pecs, pinching his nipples at the same time that I rocked slowly against his cock. Lance’s hands caressed over my sides to my hips again, and he rolled down the waistband of my pajama pants.

“Scarlet?”

“Yeah?”

“Take these off.”

“I knew you couldn’t go five minutes without bossing me around.”

I hopped off the bed and ditched the pants, then swung my leg over him, settling astride his hips. The heat of his cock against my wet sex made me gasp, and I rolled my hips, coating his rigid length with my wetness. His grip on my hips tightened, and he lifted his hips, groaning with pleasure. I leaned down, pressing my lips to his again. Lance’s hand slid up my back, cradling my body against his. His bare skin burned into mine, his lips parting for my tongue.

“Climb on my dick,” he growled. “I want to fill you up, first with my cock and then with my cum.”

I reached back, grasping his cock and guiding it to my entrance. A tremor of longing gripped my body, and I pushed down on the head of his cock. I pushed up on my hands to watch Lance’s face as his cock slid into me for the first time. The look of pure, helpless lust that washed over his face filled my body with a wave of power, and with it, an almost unbearable pleasure.

“Fuck me with that perfect pussy of yours,” he panted. “I can’t do what I want to you right now, so do what I tell you.”

“Oh, fuck,” I whispered as I sat up fully, sinking onto Lance’s shaft and taking in his full length. He gripped my thighs, spreading them wider as I rode him, rising and falling in rhythm with the motion of his hips.

“Yeah, go on and ride me, baby. Your pussy feels so good around my dick. This is exactly right,” he groaned.

I moved faster as my pleasure increased, winding me tighter and tighter until I couldn’t hold it inside. I grasped his hand, linking my fingers through his. Lance pushed up to sitting, wrapping his free arm around my back, lifting his hips to grind himself into me up to the hilt. The pressure of his pelvic bone against my clit pushed me over the edge, and I threw my head back, gasping out his name as my walls clenched around him, and waves of pleasure crashed through me.

“I’m going to fill you with my cum now,” Lance growled. He lifted his hips, a growl rumbling through him as his own release filled me with liquid heat.

Wrapping my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck, I lay back and let the orgasm rock through me. When it subsided, I collapsed forward into his arms, dropping my head against his shoulder while my heart still raced. Lance sucked in a breath through his teeth, and a second later I felt the familiar, searing pain of a True Mate mark burning itself into my skin.