Cian’s orgasm seemed to go on forever, so strong and powerful that even though he was buried in my body, I felt his seed slip out of my pussy, the copious amounts of that hot, thick cum sliding out from where our bodies were connected to cover my inner thighs. He grunted and growled, keeping my body clutched tightly to his. I’d been vaguely aware that I was scratching his back, holding on as my nails dug into his skin, as my pleasure took me higher than I ever imagined.
And when he gave one final shudder, his big body shaking as he let off a long exhale, his tongue swiping over the mating mark once more in a slow, languid motion, only then did I finally suck in a great lungful of air. I relaxed fully against him, my arms wrapped around his shoulders, his wound around mine.
I felt so small against him as I wrapped my legs around his waist, keeping us as close as possible, because it was unbearable to think of him moving away, of us being separated.
I didn’t know how long we sat there, his cock still semihard in me, our frantic breathing tapering off to something even and identical, but when we finally did separate, he gave a disgruntled sound, and I couldn’t help but smile.
I let my body fall back on the bed, and a euphoric feeling washed through me. I was sore but in the best possible way. He moved close to me and slipped his hand between my thighs as he held my gaze with his. His expression was so serious as he gathered his cum and smoothed his fingers around my pussy hole, along my lips, over my inner thighs, even up along my belly, his index finger swirling a circle around my navel.
“I like knowing my cum is covering yer skin, that ye smell like me.” His voice dropped lower as he gruffly said, “Because ye are mine, Evie. Ye’re mine, and I’ll take down anyone who thinks differently.”
My breath hitched at the truth in his words.
“I want my marks all over ye, baby. All over this pretty skin until there’s no doubt in yer mind—”
“There’s no doubt,” I said before he was finished. “I am yours.” I spread my thighs wider and gave him better access, wanting the physical proof of what we shared drying on my flesh. He hummed in approval and then leaned down and kissed me, his lips firm but pillow-soft as he kept stroking me between my thighs and slipped his tongue into my mouth.
He gathered me into his arms once more and buried his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. This was my truth and reality now. This was what I’d always been after for my happily ever after.
“Mine,” he grumbled out.
I shivered and whispered, “Yours.”
29
Evelyn
A few days later
I stared out the hotel window at the sprawling cityscape before me. We weren’t deep in the city, only an hour or so out from the rural area we’d previously been. I equally loved and hated it.
Although it reminded me of the atmosphere I’d always been surrounded by, it also brought up memories of how isolated I’d always felt, even though I always had someone—albeit strangers—an arm’s length away.
“That’s insane,” Darragh breathed out.
I drew myself back to the present and focused down at the screen of my phone. Darragh lay on a massive bed, staring at me with wide eyes.
“I mean, Cian told Caelan everything, but there were so many details I didn’t know until you just mentioned them.” She exhaled and shook her head. “Fucking insane.”
I snorted. I’d just finished telling her about the last few days and everything that had happened since the last time we’d spoken. “Yeah. That’s one way to put it.” I laughed softly.
“I’m so glad you’re okay—well, relatively speaking.”
Even on the video, I could see her gaze searching my face and what she could see of my body, the cuts and bruises looking worse over the last couple of days, so I knew she was worried.
“I’m fine. Promise,” I said again, because I knew she needed that affirmation. I felt my face heat and knew I was blushing as I thought about how I was really okay, because Cian had ensured that… more than once a day since we’d been at the hotel.
“I just wish I was there with you.”
I smiled and nodded, then said, “Me too.” We both started laughing. “I feel like we just had this same conversation.”
Darragh became serious and sat up on the bed. “Do you know when you plan on coming here? Cian said something about bringing you to Scotland, but—”
“I won’t leave him while he’s here helping Odhran.” My throat tightened as I thought about the other Lycan. “It’s…” I didn't know what to say, hell, how to even say it.