It was after midnight when Lorcan and I finally took our leave. He’d rented the biggest room above the pub for the night. My legs became shaky when we headed up the staircase. I tried to focus on the positive, how incredible Lorcan’s touch had made me feel, how strong my orgasms had been. I’d dreamed of them every night since the auction. Today, I’d probably have at least another one before Lorcan fucked me. No need to pretend it would be anything else.
My bravado disappeared when Lorcan closed the door behind us. It was a Gothic room, with dark wood and purple satin drapes over a massive four poster bed. The almost ceiling-high wardrobe reminded me of old confessional boxes and gave the room a foreboding sense.
A huge copper bathtub stood on four bear-claw feet in the room, right in front of the window. The drapes were closed, but judging from the neighboring houses that was a good thing. A door led to another room, the bathroom I assumed. I didn’t see Lorcan’s bag anywhere, only my small suitcase leaning against the wall beside the wardrobe. It held all my belongings I brought with me to the States. I wouldn’t be returning to Gulliver’s house so I had packed everything. I didn’t dwell on the fact that I’d have to live under the same roof as Lorcan.
The gothic nature of the room wasn’t one I would have chosen for a wedding night. It was better suited for a satanic ritual. Though, considering it was my wedding night with Lorcan Devaney, the latter seemed more fitting.
Lorcan headed for the wide armchair that seemed as if it had been transported here straight from an Irish manor in the countryside and then picked up a remote to turn on an electric fireplace.
“I prefer real fire,” I said for lack of anything else to say.
“Me too,” Lorcan said in a low voice. He was still shirtless and sat with spread legs, watching me. I wondered what he wore beneath his kilt, but I’d surely soon find out. My body reacted to the sight of his broad chest with a treacherous warmth in my core, but my mind replayed the events from the warehouse.
“I’ll have to freshen up,” I mumbled and hurried toward the bathroom door. Before I could enter and hide, Lorcan spoke.
“I’m sure you taste delicious either way.”
My mouth ran dry as I leaned against the door, letting his words set in. I washed my face, then after a moment of debating I took a washcloth and freshened up between my legs. I didn’t know what Lorcan had in store for me tonight, but if his comment was any indication, he might lick me in places I preferred clean before such an endeavor. Lorcan had bought a white nightgown for me for the occasion, and it hung from a hook on the wall. I put it on, surprised at its modesty, and I released a shaky breath. The idea of being with Lorcan didn’t evoke the kind of fear in me I would have expected. Despite the brutal show he’d put on, and knowing he’d have no trouble disposing of me too, I was more curious than scared. My body had reacted in such a way to Lorcan’s touch that made me crave more, even knowing that I shouldn’t.
He wouldn’t kill me tonight. Probably.
But the fact remained he was still one of the suspects when it came to Imogen’s disappearance. And who was I to say he hadn’t married Imogen a few months ago in the same manner, spent a few joyous hours with her, and then made her disappear. Nobody would have told me.
Maybe Gulliver was in on it. He thought Mum was a sinner, and Imogen too, and after the auction—if he knew about it—he must see me as a sinner as well.
I needed to stop thinking about it or I’d be a terrified mess tonight, and I didn’t want that. I didn’t want Lorcan to know I was equal parts terrified and turned on by him. And more than that, I wanted to enjoy my first time, despite who my husband was. Patrick was probably enjoying himself tremendously, and I would too.
When I came out of the bathroom, Lorcan was in bed and he was considerably less dressed … if my eyes didn’t trick me. The thin sheet was draped over his pelvis, revealing a trail of dark hair between his belly button and the hint of pubic hair peeking out. He had a delicious six pack, wide shoulders and strong arms. His chest hair was trimmed and made him look manly in a rugged way that sent a new wave of heat through my body.
“Come closer,” he said roughly, hardly giving me time to get over my shock and arousal at the sight of him.
Every sane fiber in my body urged me to take flight, but I wasn’t a runner and I wouldn’t back down until I found Imogen, or the person who was responsible for her disappearance. However, after that I’d run as fast as my short legs could carry me and I’d hide with my family in the farthest corner of the world where even a Devaney couldn’t find us.
Nerves almost crippled me as I approached my beast of a husband. He lounged against the headboard, his clothes carelessly strewn about the floor. The thin blanket left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The shape of a shockingly big penis was quite defined. It wasn’t even erect yet, only resting on his left upper thigh.
I had seen Patrick naked a couple of times, and he had nothing on Lorcan. And I had seen boys and men in swimwear before, so I had seen the outline of the occasional penis, and I’d even seen a few without underwear when drunk guys pissed out in the streets, but they looked comically small in comparison to what Lorcan Devaney hid beneath the covers.
In my white nightgown, I felt like a virginal sacrifice about to be slaughtered. Lorcan watched me like a hunter as I moved closer to the bed. My knees hit the mattress, and I stopped. My heart was beating so fast and my pulse pounding so fiercely I was sure Lorcan could hear it. Suddenly the thought that Imogen might have been in this very position not too long ago and then disappeared without a word pulsed through my head like a nerve-racking mantra.
He sat up and slid to the edge of the bed, causing the sheet to slip even lower, revealing his pubic bone covered in trimmed dark hair and the base of a thick cock, which was slowly filling up with blood. I took a step back out of instinct and cursed myself for it. Lorcan tilted his head.
“Like a little birdy about to take flight,” he rumbled. I couldn’t stop seeing the blood splatter on his hands and face. He parted his legs and set his feet down on either side of me, caging me in with his massive thighs. Only the edge of the blanket now covered his cock. His head came up to my chest. It was strange looking down at a man like him. He didn’t seem to have any trouble looking up to me though. Lorcan didn’t lack confidence.
“Are you scared of me, Aislinn?”
The way he said my name in his deep drawl still gave me goosebumps.
“Is anyone not scared of you, Lorcan?”
“Mmmmm,” he hummed as he gripped the hem of my nightgown and began to pull it up over my head. Even as anxiety gripped me, I lifted my arms to make it easier for him. I had agreed to this. I couldn’t risk getting on Lorcan’s bad side if I wanted this to work. This was for Imogen, for the truth, even for Mum.
“Your uncle assured me it’s God’s will for a husband to consummate the marriage on his wedding night. It’s the husband’s duty.”
Gulliver was such a bastard. Why did he care if Lorcan and I slept together?
“Are you as religious as your uncle?” he asked.
“I believe in God,” I said.
“So you would agree that it’s my duty before God to claim you tonight?”
I gritted my teeth as a wave of anger crashed down on me. Mankind had used God’s supposed will on too many occasions to pursue their own desires. “Do me a favor and don’t pretend you’re doing this out of piousness when we both know you don’t believe in God and are only doing it out of your own desire.”
Lorcan smiled darkly. “Don’t tell me what I believe, Aislinn. But you are right. I’m going to fuck you all night because my cock’s been calling for your sweet pussy from the first moment I saw you. It’s only been getting louder after I made you come so hard, and it’s all the better if I’m following a priest’s advice by doing so, don’t you think?”
He grabbed my hips, killing my comeback as I sucked in a startled breath. Lorcan Devaney wanted to scare me because I’d talked back, and sadly he was succeeding. He shoved aside my panties. His eyes roamed over the strip of red hair on my mound, and despite everything, the lust in his dark green eyes made my core tighten. I could see his cock filling with blood under the thin fabric, growing from impressive to scarily big.
He was like an animal. Untamed, dangerous and wild. God, what had I gotten myself into? Still, arousal frolicked like a playful sea otter in the churning ocean of my fear. My body longed for more of what Lorcan had given me.
“Before our church our marriage isn’t real until we have consummated it. So if you don’t want this, we can still cancel everything. I won’t stop you.”
I peered down at him. He dared me to back out, to run from him. I had a feeling he would chase me if I did, but even so, I had no intention of backing out, even if that meant I’d have to let Lorcan Devaney impale me with his huge cock. I’d make sure to enjoy myself up until that point at least, and then I’d survive what came after. He was a monster and would no doubt enjoy hurting me.
“I chose this marriage,” I said firmly, “to save my family.” I didn’t want him to think I’d actually chosen him.
“That’s good, Aislinn. I’m going to enjoy tonight.” He leaned forward without warning and sucked my nipple into his mouth while gripping my hips with his big hands. “And I know you’re going to enjoy it just as much.” The throb between my legs at the feel of his hot mouth on my breast made a moan slip out, much to my dismay.
Lorcan rumbled his approval against my chest as he worked my nipple, which hardened to a shocking degree under his skilled tongue, and his hand kneaded my other breast. His stubble occasionally scratched over my nipple, and it was an arousing contrast to the soft strokes of his tongue. He took his time with each breast, licking and sucking as if he were devouring a delicious treat, until my fingers clung to his broad shoulders, my legs rubbery, and my core pulsing with need. His eyes were locked on mine, recording every reaction to his touch.
If I’d ever imagined a wedding night with someone like Lorcan, I’d never have considered I’d feel this fire in my core, not even close. Revulsion, fear and contempt, those might have been sensations I’d prepared for, but not the rapid way my sensitive flesh filled with blood and the damp sensation between my legs.
I never knew someone’s hands and mouth on my breasts could bring me close to release, but Lorcan knew exactly how to play my nipples for maximum pleasure.
Lorcan held power over my body, and I was too drunk on the sensation to fight him. He stood suddenly, towering over me in all his terrifying glory. He cupped my throat, tilted my head up so I met his gaze before his mouth descended on mine and his tongue took me captive. His stubble scratched my chin and lips, and it thrilled me even more. I breathed heavily through my nose as I submitted to Lorcan’s kiss. His hold on my throat only added to my arousal. There was nothing romantic about this.
Lorcan dropped his hand from my throat, grabbed me by the hips, lifted me off the ground and threw me down on the bed. The impact squeezed the air from my lungs or else I would have cried out in surprise. He climbed on top of me, kissed me roughly before his mouth snatched up my nipple for a sharp suck. Slowly he worked more of my breast into his mouth, sucking and licking. His dark eyes never left my face. His hand kneaded my other breast, squeezing my nipple between forefinger and thumb, tugging and twisting.
This wasn’t the unpracticed fumbling of Patrick that had my mind wandering to more entertaining places. Lorcan kept my body and mind captive with his demanding touch, and my body responded with a flood of arousal that completely stunned me. Lorcan wandered lower and gripped my panties between his teeth, flashing them at me like a rabid dog before tugging viciously. The sheer fabric ripped and he spit it out, his mouth twisting with a hungry snarl. He lowered his head, shoved my legs even wider apart, and licked my slit from my opening up to my clit.
I cried out in complete surprise and utter pleasure. His eyes were hooded as he regarded my pussy like a detectable treat. He licked me in the same manner again, firmly caressing my sensitive flesh. He didn’t pause. He ravaged my pussy in an animalistic way that had me speechless except for the stunned moans and overwhelmed gasps bursting from my lips. I was his meal, meant to be savored. And he did. He shoved my legs up so my knees almost touched my shoulders, exposing me even more. Embarrassment washed over me at my exposed state, but Lorcan’s controlling touch and tongue didn’t leave room for such notions. He licked from my ass crack up to my clit, completely shocking and utterly intoxicating. Then, he closed his mouth over my opening and began to fuck me with his tongue while his thumb played with my clit.
I hardly had time to process what was happening, to catch even the briefest clear thought. Arousal trickled out of me, and my leg muscles cramped as my core constricted.
I came with a harsh cry, my thigh muscles quivering under Lorcan’s firm fingers holding them in place. My left leg lowered itself onto Lorcan’s muscular shoulder. My core pulsated around Lorcan’s tongue in a way I’d never experienced. Lorcan growled, making me think I actually was with a beast. He kept thrusting his tongue into me but at a slower pace that prolonged my orgasm until I could feel my pleasure building again. His movements became almost playful, gentle as he traced me with his tongue.
He pulled back and watched my pussy with satisfaction. I could feel more of my arousal trickle out of me and down my ass cheeks, soaking the blanket beneath.
I was torn between embarrassment and wonder at how aroused I was. I didn’t know my body could react like that. When Patrick and I fooled around, I’d thought I’d come on occasion, especially when I recalled nice fantasies in my mind, but in hindsight, I realized it had been nothing. I’d always been dry and convinced I’d need lubricant if we ever had actual sex.
But Lorcan got me wet. Boy, did he get me wet.
Lorcan lowered his head again and closed his mouth over my inner folds, sucking them gently between his lips. Stars danced before my eyes from the sensation. A new flood of my lust trickled out, and Lorcan’s tongue quickly dove in to gather it up. “You taste delicious, Aislinn. You’ll soon be as addicted to my licking as I’m already to your taste.”
I didn’t doubt it. Lorcan’s experienced, soft tongue was addicting.
He accentuated the words with a few long licks between my folds, which had me shuddering in pleasure. Lorcan’s tongue felt magical. My entire body tingled, and every nerve ending between my legs was shooting fireworks. Lorcan smirked as he pulled away, admiring my clit. It was engorged and glistening with my juices. Lorcan cupped it and began to suckle. I gripped his hair, almost delirious with lust. I watched him, equally embarrassed and fascinated. He smiled around my clit, gently rubbing it between his wet lips. I exhaled, feeling another release build. My clit began pulsating and then another wave of pleasure crashed over me, eliciting a new flood of my arousal.
Lorcan pushed up on his knees, still holding one of my legs up so I was parted wide. He placed his middle finger inside his mouth with a smirk then brought it down to my pussy. He pushed it into my opening in one quick thrust. The sensation was much different than his tongue, firmer, colder but not uncomfortable. His eyes pinned me to the bed as he added a second finger. My core clamped around him, enjoying the sensation.
“Look,” Lorcan ordered and I cast my gaze down to his glistening fingers sliding into my pussy. His small finger and pointer finger stroked my sensitive flesh as he fucked me with his middle fingers. He picked up speed, going deeper, the heel of his hand occasionally slapping against my clit for a lightning bolt of pleasure.
“Did good ol’ Patrick ever finger you like that, sweet Aislinn?”
My eyes widened in alarm, my body tensing at once, which made my muscles clamp around Lorcan’s fingers and increased my pleasure even more.
“How?” I choked out.
Lorcan grinned and bent down to mouth my clit, making me lose focus for an instant.
“How do you know about Patrick?”
Lorcan raised his head, his chin shining with my arousal. “I’m a resourceful man.”
He teased me with only the tip of his tongue, a featherlight touch, and his fingers slowed as well but seemed to go even deeper, reaching for a spot that made me choke on a moan.
I tried to understand how he could have spied on me. Gulliver didn’t know about my ex-boyfriend … unless Mum had mentioned him on one of their few phone calls, which seemed highly unlikely.
“I hear he never got to put anything inside you, sweet Aislinn. Not his dirty fingers, nor his tiny, cheating cock.”
Panic gripped me at his knowledge. “What did you do?”
I tried to push myself up but he lowered his head, pressing his shoulders against the back of my thighs as as he suckled my clit between his lips. His fingers sped up once more.
“Lorcan!” It was meant as demand for an explanation but came out more like a desperate plea for more.
While his fingers impaled me in a rapid-fire way, my head spun as his tongue circled my clit.
“Lorcan, tell me,” I half-whimpered, completely at his mercy.
He ignored my plea and kept fingering me. The sounds he made were dirty, animalistic, and made me feel like the sexiest woman on earth. It was crazy, but being devoured by Lorcan like this almost felt like a worship. My body tensed up so tightly, I worried my legs would start cramping. Instead, I came so hard, my back arched off the bed so only my shoulder blades and ass remaining on the mattress. My toes curled as. I cried out, unable to control the impulse, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure Lorcan’s tongue and fingers gave me.
It took a long time to come down from my high, to regain my ability to form coherent sentences. Lorcan remained between my legs, his stubbled cheek resting possessively against my inner thigh. He watched as he pulled out his fingers wet with my juices.
“What did you do?” I croaked.
“I had one of my father’s men chat with Patrick. He found the boy in bed with a broad from Limerick celebrating her hen night in Temple Bar.”
A cheater and making a soon-to-be-wife a cheater too.
“You didn’t kill him, right?”
That I even had to ask showed how surreal my life had become. Lorcan slowly entered me with three fingers, making me wince.
His eyes bored into mine. “Still in love with Patrick?”
“No,” I panted as my walls clung to Lorcan’s fingers. The sensation was intense and made it difficult to articulate my thoughts. “He’s a cheater. But that doesn’t mean I want him to get hurt.”
“I know many women who would love to see their cheating ex getting special treatment from one of my men.”
“Did you hurt him?” I growled.
Lorcan curled his fingers inside of me and sucked my clit. I dug my nails into his shoulder. “Stop distracting me.”
“Violence wasn’t necessary. Poor boy pissed his pants knowing a Devaney soldier was there.” He nudged my clit almost playfully with his tongue. “And I’m not distracting you. I’m preparing you to take my cock because I’m done waiting.”
