feral for jurdan.

Tamed dark power flitters through your hair, just the size of your mate behind you sending waves of desire through you as he slips each of your rings onto your fingers.

“We need to get ready.” You breathe almost inaudibly, regretting the words as soon as they slip from you, “The dinner starts at eight.”

Leaning down to brush his lips against your shoulder, and again along the base of your neck. Lorcans’ breath dancing over your breasts, “Are we not getting ready?”

Circling in his arms to rest your hands upon his bare chest, resisting the urge to lean into the heat pulsing from your mate. Tilting your head back to give him a knowing look, the angled strain of your neck a distant ache.

You certainly aren’t.

Your stare only intensifying at the lazy smirk lining Lorcan’s face at your silent chastise. A soft chuckle loosening from the back of your throat, despite your best intentions, smoothing your palms down the firm muscle cording his chest to his stomach.

Playfully coaxing two fingers inside his waistband, “Do you plan to go in your underwear tonight?”

Lorcan’s deep laugh rumbles through you, the beautiful sound warming your core doing nothing to distract you from the sheer size of him; and his arousal pressing against your lower stomach.

“Mmm,” Hands engulf your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to stroke himself against you. “We can’t have Fenrys feeling inadequate now, can we?”

An all-consuming warmth radiates from your mate; the steady pound of his heart against your ear, the twin rhythm to your own beating heart.

“No,” blessing him with your light laughter before brushing your lips over his heart. “We can’t have that.”

Forcing you to meet Lorcan’s desire ridden gaze, a gentle tug at the root of your hair has you captured. Pupils swallowing the onyx irises of Lorcan’s eyes. A stray hand trails your hips, occasionally reaching to squeeze at the flesh of your arse before hauling you into his arms. Your surprised shriek silenced by Lorcan’s, at last, claiming of your mouth.

Your thighs tremble to wrap themselves around the torso of your mate, sharpened nails finding purchase within the solid muscle of his shoulders. Dark power alight beneath his skin, a beautiful harmony to your own singing power burning through your veins.

There was so much of him, and yet not enough.

You needed him everywhere.

Needed his skin under your own.

“I’m sure,” Lorcan breathes for a second, “Aelin will forgive us,” as though it burns for him to be parted from you, “for missing one dinner.”

Gracing him with a suppressed chuckle, “Yeah, keep telling yourself that.”

Brushing yourself against the thickness of your mate, arousal that had managed to soak its way through the fine lace lingering in your wake.

Pulling himself from the crook of your neck, his own markings gracing his path, “Look at you.” A half-dazed groan broke itself from Lorcan’s throat at the sight.

A shudder runs through you as Lorcan thumbs at the wetness coating your underwear, circling thrice at your clothed nerves, before taking his thumb to his mouth.

“So sweet.” Mumbling more to himself than to you, a male entranced.

Pressing a final kiss to your collarbone, bruising fingertips pin your hips as Lorcan kneels before you; resting your thighs atop his shoulders. Pulling aside the delicate lace, exposing your core to him as he breathes in your scent.

His insatiable moan vibrates against your core as Lorcan swipes his tongue against you, almost teasingly, and again before focusing on your bundle of nerves. Lightly sucking setting your skin aflame.

“Lorcan.” You breathe, his name on your lips, a sirens call to his senses.

Your clawed fingertips drag through the male's hair beneath you and yet as beautiful on his knees before you as he is, candlelight dancing in the pitch of his eyes, Lorcan will not let up. A male intent on making you finish on his tongue before his cock. Your arousal gleaming on his lips and flushed cheeks to match your own meet your gaze as he continues his devotion.

Your desperate pleas lost to the hot air between you, only intensified by Lorcan circling your entrance with a single finger - mesmerised by the sweet sheen gathering. The hitch of his breath at your wetness only caught by your heightened hearing.

“Okay, okay.” Lorcan shushes you, meeting your gaze as he inches that singular finger inside you. “I know, my love.”

A shred of tension releasing from you, dropping your head against the wall with a soft sigh at the slight burning stretch from within you.

It’s not nearly enough.

“Another.”

“Another?” Your mate teases from below, easing his fingertips against your tightness. “Need to stretch you first.”

Insistent hands grasp at his wrist, delicate fingers barely able to wrap around muscle and bone, so small compared to his.

“I can take it.” Your whimpers just eliciting another chuckle from the male as he’s pulling his finger from you to coat a second, before swirling at your entrance and sweeping his tongue through the heat of your core again. A fresh wave of desire rages through you, allowing Lorcan to slide both calloused fingers into your centre; gently coaxing them against you.

He’s all fingers and tongue at your entrance, his veneration relentless until your unable to focus on anything but the inky strands you’re gripping at Lorcan’s root - holding him between your hips. The burning stretch of his fingers distant within the blissful pleasure flooding your body. Acutely aware of your thighs trembling across the expanse of his shoulders as a final coax of his fingers has your skin searing, a choked cry falling from your pretty mouth.

Gentle light pulls you from the dark pleasure clouding your vision, your mate placing soothing kisses against you; your core pulsing at each tasting lick Lorcan takes at the arousal pooling from you.

“Take me to bed.” A quiet plea eases from you, “Lorcan, take me to bed.”

Before you can finish your final plea, your mate has lifted you into his arms, folding you into his warmth.

A delicate whimper falls from you as Lorcan lays you upon the burgundy embroidered covers of your shared bed, the chill of nights breeze brushing against the peak of your nipples beneath thin lace. An uninhibited groan drops from the males' lips at the final taste he takes between your thighs, chest heaving as he peels the soaking fabric from your body before positioning himself above you; his warmth encasing you once more.

It was times like this, Lorcan was painfully aware of how small you were as he hovered above you - his own arousal shredding through every ounce of self-restraint he’d learnt and honed, in the last 5 centuries. His rein almost snapping entirely as you brought your hand, so delicate against him, to palm at his hardness through his pants. Your mate's arousal throbbing under your touch, straining against his pants impossibly further as a damp patch mixed of the both of you had begun to form.

Lorcan’s first groan was silenced by your lips, the faint taste of yourself a welcome sweetness on your tongue. Lorcan’s second groan reverberated off your bedroom walls as you slipped your hand beneath his pants, freeing him from their strain, allowing yourself to stroke him deeper.

“You are tortuous, my love.” The male's shaky breath glazed over your neck, from where he nibbled at your jaw. One hand hiking your knee to rest around the thick of his waist, letting you pull him closer atop you, the other catching the hand you pumped him inches away from release with. “I’ll finish before I’ve had chance to fill you, if you carry on.”

Chuckling at your mate’s admission, “Ah yes.” Allowing your breasts to brush against solid muscle, “I remember.”

“It was one time.”

Liar. You teased down the bond.

Your teasing silenced by Lorcan’s playful squeezing at your breast before taking a nipple between his teeth, easing the pinch with a soothing swirl of his tongue. Your fingertips latching around his bicep as you grind your wetness along the underside of his length.

“Want me to fill you?” Lorcan teases from above. Coming to brush his length through your folds, twistedly allowing himself to dip into your entrance barely an inch each time, coating himself in you. His thumb on your bundle of nerves, circling with such ease. The knowing smirk lining his features at your undoing as you writhe and pulse around nothing is entirely wicked.

“Yes,” Shifting slightly so Lorcan slides in barely deeper than before, your breath inaudible at the stretch of burning pleasure rapturing through your body.

Your senses ablaze as Lorcan comes to press a gentle kiss to your lips, allowing himself to dip into you further, his thumb still circling relentlessly. The moan that slips from you as your high floods through you, a divine call to his ears.

“Oh,” The male above you returns a deep moan, allowing your distraction to slide deeper into you until your hips are flush against his. “My mate.”

With him fully inside you, just a few shallow thrusts have you seeing the constellations, nails running down his biceps as pleasure continues to thunder through you.

“My mate.” Your breath brushing against his ear, only spurring him on.

His shallow thrusts slowly becoming longer as Lorcan continues rocking into you, easing you through your high. “So good.” His voice a delicate caress in your ear. “Always so good, so beautiful how you grip me.”

“Always for you.” The twin thump of his heart echoing against yours grounding you in his presence. Laying your palm upon the rhythm, “Mine.”

“Mine.” A sinful groan has Lorcan hitching your ankle over his shoulder, the new angle allowing him to thrust into you impossibly deeper. Bruising fingertips grip the flesh of your hip, the only thing keeping a scrap of his restraint intact as his own high threatens to rush through him.

Arching into your mates’ touch, his lips a breath from your own, rocking yourself against the tortuous pace Lorcan has set.

“I need all of you,” your breath dancing across raw skin. “Let go Lorcan, let me have all of you.” Reaching to swipe your tongue against his lips, Lorcan’s gasp allowing you to sink your teeth into his bottom lip – tugging at already swollen flesh his final undoing as he spills into you.

His free hand grasps the back of your hair, the slight tug a distant thought as his quickened pace becomes increasingly sloppy before stilling completely inside of you. Each pulse of Lorcan’s desire electrifying as your breasts brush against his chest between both of your panting breaths.

Chilled nights breeze flutters across your skin; pulling your mate to half rest atop you, the warmth of his weight welcomed. Fingertips gently caress patches soon to be little bruises, remnants of his love that will linger for a night.

Peppering a kiss to your shoulder, Lorcan takes you into his arms smoothing your hair from the light tangles – leaning into his touch as adrenalin shudders through your body.

“Let us stay here.” Your mate's plea a whisper in your ear, before huffing a laugh as you eye him sleep ridden.

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If it had been any other dinner, you may have been able to miss it. With abit of nagging and an irritated complaint from Aelin, she would have forgiven it... Eventually. But Midsummer? To miss the annual celebration, the one she cherished so dearly, oh you wouldn’t hear the end of it. Ever.

The door handle fell away before Lorcan could reach for it. “I thought you two weren’t coming for a moment!” Aelin scolded from the doorway.

“Two! I told you!” Aedion’s distant laughter howled from inside the castle, followed by a rumbling groan from Fenrys.

Eliciting your own laughter, stepping inside “How much did he just lose?”

“6 gold marks.” Rowan appeared from behind his mate, laughing in tow.

Casting you a glance, a mischievous glint to send any smart man running lining Aelins eye, sending you both into fits of laughter. Your males sharing a confused look of their own.

Hooking her arm with yours before striding to join the others, “So, he’s to blame for your delay.”

“He-”

“Don’t deny it.” Aelin chuckles, looking you over playfully. “He’s all over you.”

Lingering desire flushing your cheeks, only heightened by your fae hearing just catching Rowans failure to supress a laugh and a startled cough from your mate.

A gentle coax warming the golden bond between you.