Page 51 of Loched in Love

“Wait,” he says, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I’d forgotten I can use my magic again. I have a salve I can conjure, if you’re willing,” he says softly, his gaze fill of tender worry. “The remedy will heal surface skin immediately. It should make it to where you can take me easier, before we go any further.”

“Okay.”

The green in his gaze intensifies, swirling with luminous, almost turquoise colored light. He lifts a forearm from my waist and extends his hands to the open air. A familiar sounding hum starts up between us. A faint spray of water that smells sea-like which condenses into a smooth earthen-colored jar resting in his open palm.

He sets the jar on the mattress beside us and dips his fingers into the pale, shimmering cream inside.

When he brings his hand back to me, his gaze darkens as he slides his fingers between our bodies to touch my center. The touch is a shocking contrast, icy cold but warming when he thrusts his finger lightly. I let out a breathless sigh of relief when his strokes become more sure.

“Lachlan, I want you now,” I gasp out when my body starts to gyrate down on him seeking more.

“Alright, my flower,” he breathes, and doesn’t try to stop me when I reach between us to slide his hard cock into my hand.

“Oh my god, I almost forgot how big it is,” I gasp out.

He grunts, and his body seizes beneath me when I finally manage to wrap my hand around half of his girth.

In the low light, I look down between us. The oxygen leaves my body.

His cock fully revealed is thick, large in size, and distinctly inhuman, colored a deep green that almost matches his eyes. Like a massive green sea cucumber.

The sight of it is a stark reminder of how this isn’t a human sitting so submissively under me, yet it doesn’t frighten me at all. In fact, it sends a heady and heavy throb of lust barreling through my middle.

He notices how my gaze shifts, and the green hue of his skin seem to intensify under my scrutiny. His jaw tightens with that endearing, underlying shyness he has, his massive chest heaving as he waits in total silence for what I’ll say or do next.

Oh, my gorgeous Loch Ness monster.

He doesn’t shift, he doesn’t press up into me, and he doesn’t try to shy away or hide himself. He simply waits for me to look my fill, keeping his large hands on my open thighs where my pussy is laid bare to him.

His fingers flex again and I decide to try something.

I take his wrists and pull them above his head, satisfied when he lies there, pinned and made helpless by his own choices instead of forced.

“Can you stay there for me?” I whisper, leaning down to press a hot, demanding kiss on his chest.

I gaze into the deep green pools of his eyes, and the last smidge of intimidation I feel floats away as if pushed by a strong sea breeze.

Clarity folds over me, and the reality hits that I’ve never wanted to be this close to any other man. Their proximity has never brought me this sense of wonder or passion.

My brief encounters with the opposite sex have never been anything like this, and I struggle to bring to mind any occasion when I’ve felt this level of desire for anything or anyone. I just assumed I was just wired differently not finding a man I found attractive, but the stark reality is, no one would ever confuse Lachlan with a human when he’s got his clothes off and his alluring and green scales are on display, and I very much want him.

Every inch of my body is lit up with a burning need to possess him.

I bite my lip as I look down at him and swallow back the gulp I have of apprehension at the size of him.

Reaching down between us, my fingers tremble slightly as I make contact with his heavy sea green length.

The skin of his cock is remarkably smooth, radiating a deep pulsing that’s warmer than the rest of him. Under my touch a low, appreciative rumble pours from his mouth and I can tell he’s trying to keep himself still for me. His hands form into fists above his head, and his hips roll, making my insides ache. But there’s still a hint of fear in his gaze. If I weren’t practically molten with desire, I’d find it funny that I’m trying to set him at ease when I’m the virgin in our scenario.

“Okay, ready, Lachlan?”

“Please lass, I dinnae ken how much longer I can haud oot,” he says, his brogue going thick while his eyes begin to glow a bright green.

Holding his cock, or how much my hand can wrap around it, I bring it to my opening and slide the head of it through my wetness. Eyes rolling to the back at the feel of him entering me, my gaze snaps open when he cries out.

“Ahhhhh,” he groans.

His face is scrunched into a snarl, but his eyes are awash in vulnerability. Feeling how taut he’s holding himself beneath me, the ropes of the muscles in his arms and neck are in stark relief to the rest of his skin.