“Ye beg so pretty for me,” he praised, stroking his thumbs against her outer thighs before he finally gave in.
The feel of his tongue against her folds was unlike anything she could have imagined. Her body arched upward with the force of his touch. She opened her mouth, a broken moan escaping her lips as she whimpered, “Lucas…”
She was already so wet, so hot, and his attention only intensified the sensations. With each flick of his tongue, a new flurry of prickles danced over her skin, making her writhe, unsure ofwhether she wanted to get closer or wiggle away. Her fingers flew down, tangling in his hair, tightening when he pressed his mouth harder against her.
He sucked at her folds, drinking her in greedily. His eyes met hers, the gray of his iris almost completely absent from how blown his pupils were. She held his gaze for a beat before throwing her head back in pure pleasure.
Lucas groaned against her, shifting his attention higher. The tip of his tongue brushed over a bundle of nerves, and her back arched off the ground as a wildfire of pleasure erupted in her veins. Her palms opened and closed, her hips jerking back and then forward, both overwhelmed by the touch and desperately seeking more.
As his hands wrapped around her waist, holding her firmly in place, his lips closed around the nub. He suckled at the skin, seemingly worshipping her with his mouth. There was nothing she could do except lie back and take everything that he was giving her.
Quickly, something built deep in her gut. It felt as if there were a coil there winding tighter and tighter as Lucas continued to ravish her with her mouth. Then, it reached a boiling point, threatening to bubble over.
“Lucas,” she cried urgently, her fingers tightening in his locs, pulling slightly. “Lucas, I?—”
The rest of her words were swallowed by a moan that tore from somewhere deep in her chest. Millions of tiny explosions detonated beneath her skin, each one more intense than the last. And he just kept up the steady sucking and licking that had driven her to this point.
Eventually, it became too much. The pleasure dipped into pain, and her whimpers pitched up an octave. Sensing that he’d done enough, Lucas slowly removed his mouth and lifted himself up.
“Ye’re mine,” he said as he brought himself face to face with her, brushing some of her hair away from her sweat-damp forehead. “Do ye understand that now? Or need I remind ye again?”
“I think I understand,” she said breathlessly, feeling as though she’d just run for hours. “But I daenae think I could deny a reminder.”
Lucas didn’t answer with words. His mouth crashed against hers, capturing her lips in a deep, claiming kiss. As she returned it, she couldn’t help but think that perhaps she didn’t mind being his.
Chapter Seventeen
Lucas rolled off of Flora, his eyes focusing on the night sky once again. Her taste was still heady on his lips, and his cock was painfully hard beneath his kilt. Despite wanting more, wanting everything, he forced himself away.
“Do ye ken where the North Star is?” he asked, clearing his throat as he redirected her attention.
“Nay,” she admitted, still breathless. She shuffled a bit, pulling her gown back over her body and restoring her modesty. “I was nae ever taught about the stars. I only thought they were bonnie.”
“If ye daenae ken anythin’ else,” he said, his protectiveness flaring once more, “ye should ken that. If ye ever get lost, it will help ye find yer way back to safety.”
He lifted his arm, his fingers tracing over the air as he pointed out the constellation. Flora leaned in closer, squinting slightlyas she observed. Her breathing was starting to even out, but she was no less pliant.
“That star there, the brightest, that’s the North Star,” Lucas told her. “It’s how sailors navigate the seas at night and how ye can always get yerself back to solid ground.”
“Do the other stars mean anythin’?” she asked. “It looks as if those are in a line.”
“Aye, they are,” he replied, dragging his finger along the line of stars. “The constellation that those are part of is called Ursa Major.” He gestured to the side at a smaller grouping of stars. “And that one there is Ursa Minor.”
“The big bear and the little bear,” she said. “I’ve heard of those before.”
“I’m sure ye have,” Lucas replied. “They’re the constellations most people are taught. And they’re quite easy to find since ye just have to ken that the North Star is the brightest in the sky.”
She made a soft noise, folding her hands over her stomach as she observed the peppering of the twinkling lights above them. Sounding a bit far away, she asked, “Do ye ken any other constellations?”
“I do,” Lucas confirmed, as he gestured to a group of six stars. “That one there is Lyra. I daenae ken if ye’ve ever heard the storyof Orpheus, but that’s his lyre. The brightest star in it is called Vega.”
She was quiet for a long moment, likely as she puzzled out exactly what he was pointing at. When she saw it, she said, “Ye ken the story?”
“Aye.” Lucas dropped his hand for a moment, glancing over her profile and the way that her eyes sparkled in the moonlight. “Elizabeth loves lookin’ at the stars. I’ve learned quite a bit about them since I rescued her three years ago.”
“I’ll admit that I daenae ken much about Orpheus’s lyre,” Flora said, her brow furrowing a bit, her lips pressing together hard. “I’ve heard of Orpheus and Eurydice, though. Just nae that story.”
“Orpheus was a skilled musician,” he explained, reluctantly turning his head back to the sky. “It was said that he could charm even a rock with his lyre. It’s said his lyre was put there by Zeus after a bit of a run-in with women he dinnae want to commit to after what happened to Eurydice.”
