A familiar rough sound left him. “Not eating in that sense of the word. More so… devouring you. Every delicious inch.”
Sparks jolted in my core. “Oh.”
Lake smiled against my hair before adding, “If Rowan were here, he’d say Lord Onyx is harem member number six.”
A joke, of course. There was no possible way the demon lord was one of the fated men Lupin told me about. The thought was just too… well, terrifying, to be honest. I refused to even humor the idea.
“Okay, that’s it.” I went in for the kill, pouncing on top of Lake and straddling his hips. “Time for you to be tickled.”
“Are you sure you wish to play this game, little human?” Lake’s purple eyes faintly glowed in the dimly lit room. “Maddox taught me well. I know all the places to make you squeal and beg for mercy.”
I feigned a gasp and flung a hand to my chest. “Who are you, and what have you done with my sweet Lake? My gentle wolf would never commit such an atrocity against me, his one true love.”
His smile slanted. “You’re right about me loving you.”
“But not about the horrible atrocity known as tickling me until I beg for mercy? Should I bat my eyes at you? That always gets Callum.”
Another rumbling laugh. Each one came a bit easier—lighter. “You threatened me first.”
“True,” I agreed with a sigh. “How terrible of me.”
Lake’s arms circled my waist, and he rose up from the pillow, grazing his teeth along my collarbone through the material of my nightshirt. His scent intensified, hitting me so hard it made me dizzy. Made me tingly too, antsy. Like I’d been struck by an arrow laced with a strong aphrodisiac.
I felt him harden beneath me. Lake wasn’t as sexually charged as my other men. He preferred other forms of intimacy, such as kissing and cuddling. But there was no mistaking his desire in that moment.
“Evan,” he murmured, his breath tickling my neck. “I…”
I cupped him through his trousers. He rewarded me with a soft groan and nip of his teeth, a bit harder than before.
“Tell me what you need.” I took his face in both hands.
“You,” he rasped. “All of you.”
God, so long with him by my side, and his looks still left me dumbfounded. His androgenous features blended feminine and masculine qualities to perfection. A strong jaw and high nose bridge but delicate bone structure in his cheeks, paired with long silver lashes and plump, kissable lips.
Addictive lips.
“I love you so much, Lake.” I traced his jawline with my fingertips, overcome with an intense core-quaking affection for him. “My shooting star.”
A small whine gathered in his throat. “I burn for you and no one else.”
We kissed then, slow and soft. He removed my tunic, and I discarded his in turn. He pulled at the strings on my trousers and pushed them down my thighs. His palm slid over my ass cheek before dipping down and pressing to the back of my balls.
My dick twitched in response. His did the same as I pulled at his pants and tugged them down his legs. Our mouths crashed back together as we touched and explored each other’s naked bodies. I kissed down his chest, circled his belly button with my tongue, and nipped at his hip bone before pressing my face into the silver hair around his base and inhaling his musk.
“Evan,” he whimpered, one hand at his mouth and his cheeks flushed. The look of pure innocence. We’d had sex many times before, sometimes twice in one night, but he still held the shyness that came from being so exposed to another person.
“You’re beautiful,” I said before kissing a patch of silver hair. Peaches, hints of the forest, and his masculine musk blended together, like the most intoxicating cologne.
Lake groaned as I took him into my mouth. Precum oozed from his slit, and I lapped it up, loving the salty burst across my taste buds. As I worked him with my mouth, I slid a hand between my legs and played with myself.
A deep growl rumbled in his chest before he flipped me to my back and took over. His earlier shyness had all but vanished.
“My human,” he said in a deep, throaty voice before nibbling at the fleshy part of my inner thigh. Wet heat engulfed my cock as he took me between his lips.
“Shit,” I panted. He eased a finger into me, and I writhed on top of the sheet.
Intimacy with Lake overwhelmed all my senses. Our souls were connected, bound by fate. A connection that heightened the moment he settled between my legs and slowly joined our bodies, using a vial of oil we’d found in the bedside table.
