means your partner is stuck inside you. You two don’t get to separate until things calm down.
The idea of it is… daunting.
Lucan catches my wrists. His eyes are a little crazed when he meets my gaze directly. “Yes, I’ll knot inside you. I won’t be able to pull out. And Susan, if I get inside this—” I squeak as his hand grips me between my legs, his middle finger pressing upward with enough force to make my body hum “—sweet little slit, I’m going to fill you with cum.”
Shocked by his language, completely titillated, my vaginal vault, which I’ve never heard before in my life, laughs evilly and whispers that this is an excellent idea.
My brain tells her to get ahold of herself because this is really irresponsible.
“But if you want to risk it,” Lucan adds, searching my eyes so deliberately that I’m all but igniting under his unusually strong stare, “You’re not at your fertile peak.”
I blink. My period is due any day, and of course he can smell that. He’s a werewolf.
Lucan nods like I’ve said this out loud. “Susan, I want to come inside you, badly.” He glances away quickly, embarrassed—but then his eyes shoot back to mine. “If you want me to.” He adds, “I know this isn’t ideal.”
No, it isn’t. But the desire on his face humbles me. His hopeful, hungry eyes make my heart inflate and my lower belly flutter.
What’s the worst that could happen? He should be STD free—not only because he’s never been with anyone, but because werewolves are supposed to be immune to all the normal human ailments. What’s the next huge concern? A Lucan baby.
My womb clenches, and I swear Lucan looks ten times sexier than a second ago. I can almost hear my ovaries titter, “But a Lucan baby would be adorable, and just think! Maggie would be thrilled...”
I shake myself, hard. “What are your pheromones doing to me?” I ask him. I even wag my finger in his face. “This isn’t responsible.”
And yet… my excitement has reached an insane peak. I want Lucan terribly—I want to have sex with him, and I want to make love with no barriers. I want the closeness, I want to feel him skin to skin, have him fill me up until I’m dripping his cum. And if there are consequences later…
I stare into his eyes—and he holds my gaze.
He takes my hand. “Tá mé i ngrá leat,” he declares. “I'm in love with you,” he translates. “And if I knew the words to say it,” he adds seriously, “I’d tell you that I love you more than Maggs loves ice cream.”
I laugh. But hearing him purr his declaration in Irish Gaelic is too much for me. I leap on him, attacking his face with kisses, throwing my arms around him.
He clutches me back, and then he dips me so that I’m hovering above the covers. “Yes?” he asks.
“Yes,” I pant into his neck before I nip him, the taste of his skin waking up my senses, making my tastebuds sing with his potent hit of sweat, woods, and man. Lucan.
He growls in response to my little bite and drops me to the bed, letting me bounce once before he’s climbing on me.
“You’re sure?” he asks, dark golden eyes flickering bravely between mine.
Splaying one hand on his hard chest, which has an excessive crest of hair that’s less a treasure trail and more an overgrown line of jungle, I whisper, “I am. Make love to me, Lucan.”
Groaning, he rears back, admitting, “I don’t even know where to start.”
I poke my tongue into my cheek, mostly successful at curtailing the smile trying to take over my face. “Here.” I take one of his big hands and place it on my breast. “Tease me like this,” I say, instructing him to arouse my areola. I nudge his thumb with mine, instructing him on how I’d like him to touch me, breath growing ragged as he gently teases my nipple into a peak.
He stares down at me, expression naked with wonder, his eyes huge. His gaze is locked on my breasts like they’re the most beautiful things he’s ever seen or been allowed to touch as he palms them, squeezes them, kneads them.
It makes my stomach warm, to watch him take me in like this. My toes curl, digging into his thighs, my body blissed out as he carefully caresses me. His cock thumps my belly, leaking on me, leaving a little trail of coolness everywhere