Page 84 of Woods of the Raven

I had no idea what to say.

“You would be scared if…” he prompted. “Go from there.”

I took a breath. “If it was anyone but you.”

“I like that, I do, but I can also tell that you’re still worried about something,” he murmured, moving off me.

I scrambled to the other side of the bed, scared that he’d felt it, the rise of my power.

“Are you all right?”

“I can’t just—we should go to your house.”

“My house?”

I nodded.

“Why’s that?” He rolled off the bed, stood up, and pulled his shirt off like it was a striptease, slowly, revealing his smooth, sleek, tawny skin I ached to touch. “We have a bed, so why not use it?”

“See, I— Lor,” I rasped as he slid the sweats over his hips and down, catching on his long, now hard cock before he pushed them to his thighs and then farther to his knees.

“Yes, Xander?”

“My home is not the place for something not serious or…” There were words I needed to say. “Covenant,” I blurted. “This could— See, if we—if I…here, it could… Lor.”

“Yes?” he asked, gloriously naked, all of him mouthwatering, all cut and defined, and his low laughter wasn’t helping at all. “It could what?”

I could not take my eyes off his erection, or the pearly drops glistening at the tip as he climbed onto the bed and lay down, stretching out, arms behind his head.

My brain really needed to work so I could make words.

“Something about having sex with me here, in your home, yes?”

“Yes,” I nearly sobbed in relief of him understanding.

“Take off the sweats right now.”

“Wait, I need to—”

“Now,” he demanded, and the combination of how dark his eyes were and how low his voice got made me scramble to do as he asked. And then, before I could stop and think, he said, “I want your mouth on me.”

The noise I made was not sexy, more like a croaking moan, before I was on him, my lips parting, opening wide, sliding over the head of his cock, feasting on him, sucking hard before swallowing down his length.

“Oh yes,” he husked, hand fisting in my hair, making sure I couldn’t move.

The way he held me, the dominance, the arch of his back as he pushed in deeper, wanting more of what I was giving him, sent a thrill rolling down my spine. I loved the taste of him, his scent, and found myself making the suction strong, showing him how much I wanted him. From the grunts and groans of approval, I was certain that Lorne was enjoying the worship as well.

“Take it all,” he ground out, his voice guttural and low.

I loved having him on my tongue, having him press against the back of my throat, and I sucked and laved, licking him from base to head, over and over. I could do it endlessly, but he eased me off, watching as his cock slipped from between my wet lips, staring up at me with dark eyes, his pupils blown with lust.

“Come here and kiss me.”

Following orders, I crawled up his body, hands on both sides of his head as I gazed down into his eyes.

“Kiss me,” he repeated, his voice a gruff whisper.

I bent and took his mouth in a mauling, claiming kiss and one of his hands slipped up around the side of my neck, keeping me there, the other sliding over my ass, squeezing hard.