Lorcán is the softest for me out of all of my men, and I love him because of it. I remember thinking at my father’s funeral how perfect he would be for me, and he is; and he’s finally mine. Well, almost.
“I know it’s not super romantic, and we are in a parking lot full of people.”
“Princess, if you’re going to let me bond with you, just pull your fucking panties to the side and let me take what I want.”
I bite my lip, nodding, before leaning forward to adjust my panties and doing just that. Lorcán distracts me by kissing my throat and gripping my ass tightly.
“Tell me how bad you want my knot, Elena.”
I’m fumbling with my underwear, and Lorcán gets frustrated, shifting my skirt up himself. He grips the side of my panties and rips them right off. He’s like a man possessed as he tugs down the bodice of my dress and bra, kissing and sucking on my nipples. He sucks so hard on the right one that I grip his hair, holding him to my chest as slick drips down my thigh.
“How bad do you want it, sweet girl?”
“I need it. Please. I want your knot and your mark. Make me yours.”
“You were always mine, princess,” he murmurs. “Take my cock out and take it all.”
I press my hands between us, undoing his pants and sliding his length out. I stroke him a few times, gripping his knot and balls. He bucks into my hands and groans.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
“Wrap that sweet cunt around my knot and prove it.”
I moan at his words and rub the tip of his cock against my wet pussy before sliding down and taking all of him.
My head falls back as I use the headrest and his shoulder to balance myself, but Lorcán is impatient as he fucks me from the bottom. The way his body is angled, my clit drags against him with every movement.
“Are you going to gush around my cock, sweet girl? Get my knot nice and messy before I claim you?”
My hand moves from his shoulder into his hair as I fall apart, coming around his length.
He moans into my mouth before biting my bottom lip.
“Fuck, that’s it. Right there.”
His knot swells, and just as I was reaching the end of my orgasm, it spikes again, sending me into a spiral.
“Mine,” Lorcán rumbles as his knot reaches its largest size, spreading me wide, and his lips press against the bare side of my collarbone.
I shout as his teeth sink into me. The mix of pain and pleasure is euphoric as he claims me and officially makes me his. Lorcán has one hand gripping my ass and the other holding the back of my head as he kisses and licks his mark.
“Fuck,” he whispers as he looks at our newly cemented bond. He peppers more kisses against his bond mark, and I try not to let it go to my head. “So perfect.” More kisses. “So mine.” He holds me tight to his chest. “This was well worth the wait.”
My arms are sandwiched between us, but I hold his neck, making us as close as we can possibly be, especially with his knot locking us together.
I play with his shirt. The background noise of the movie and our breathing are the only sounds in the car. I kiss the undersideof his jaw, and he sighs contently. I can feel the relief, love, and joy through our bond.
“Thank you for being patient with me.”
“I’d wait forever to have this,” he says as his thumb trails against his bond mark.
There’s a light tap against the window and Lorc groans as he slightly rolls it down and peeks out.
“Sir, there’s been some complaints about this vehicle. We need to ask you to leave.”
The man rises on his toes and looks deeper into the vehicle.
