Hush (Black Lotus #3) by E K. Blair Read Free Book Online Page B

my hand fixed in his thick tresses.
    “This is all I wanted, you know? You, here with me—safe.”
    “I’m here,” I whisper softly.
    He drops tender kisses along my shoulder, across my collarbone, and over the swell of my breasts. I feel his cock harden against my thigh beneath the sheets, and I open my legs for him to settle against me. His lips move down the length of my body, and his soft kisses intensify when he sinks his teeth into my flesh. His greedy hunger punctures, and I scream through the pain, but I don’t want him to stop.
    Blood trickles along my stomach and legs as he continues to bite me between his gentle kisses.
    This is how savages love.
    With his scent from last night still dried on my body, he now marks me in a different way.
    My legs open wider when he buries his head between my thighs. He’s a wild beast, fucking my pussy with his mouth. He leaves my hands free to pull and rip his hair as I mewl loudly in sexual delirium. Time no longer exists in this room as he devours me powerless.
    He doesn’t stop after my body explodes; he keeps going, sending me into a freefall. Every bone in my body aches, both his hands holding both of mine through every orgasm that pounds through my body. It becomes too much, but I don’t deny his appetite.
    I let him take me higher as my chest seizes in overwhelming paroxysms love. It’s only when I lose my breath and begin to gasp for air that he stops. He moves above me, but I can’t make out his face. Everything is drowned behind hazy pops of light as I struggle to fill my lungs with its life source.
    My body lies limp on the sheets that are drenched in our arousal, sweat, and blood. There’s no doubt that Declan is as raw as they come, but that’s what I love about him. This love is shamelessly amaranthine.
    He’s all over me.
    I’m all over him.
    There’s no doubt we belong to each other.

    My body is sore as I walk down the stairs with Declan. We’re showered and dressed and in dire need of food. Walking into the kitchen, Lachlan says goodbye to whomever he’s talking to on his cell.
    “Afternoon,” he greets when we walk in.
    Declan starts pulling out food from the fridge, and I eye Lachlan’s cup of coffee and the French press on the table, asking, “Is the kettle still hot?”
    “Yes.”
    I take a teacup down from the cabinet and begin to prepare a cup of hot tea.
    “Roasted tomatoes and toast?”
    “That sounds good,” I respond to Declan as I take my tea to the table to join Lachlan.
    It’s been nice having him around. When Declan is up in his office working, Lachlan will often take walks with me outside. It’s a relief that his treatment of me never changed after what he saw the night he and Declan found me. His banter has been a welcome reprieve from the stress of late.
    “Are you hungry?”
    He takes a sip of his coffee before responding. “I had a bowl of oatmeal already.”
    I try to hide my laughter, but he catches me, giving me a questioning glare.
    “You eat that every morning.”
    “It’s good.”
    “It’s old man food.”
    He removes his glasses, and sets down the newspaper he’s reading, and teases, “Says the old lady who’s about to eat toast for a meal.”
    “Touché,” I admit with a smile, and quickly change the direction of conversation, asking eagerly, “Have you found any leads on my dad?”
    “I’ve made calls to all the contacts I have that have links to the airlines. I’m waiting to hear back.”
    “Well, how long do we just sit and wait?”
    “I know you’re anxious,” he tells me, “but it’s only been a day. I promise you I’m doing all I can, love.”
    “Lachlan,” Declan calls out when he shuts the oven door, taking Lachlan’s attention. “What did you decide about London?”
    “A hotel would be best.”
    “A hotel?” I ask. “A hotel for what?”
    Declan takes a seat next to me at the table. “Lachlan’s coming with us to London.”
    “Why?”
    “For protection.”
    “I