Meeting Destiny; Lachlan’s Story (Annalese and the Immortals) by Annie Buff Page B

Scottish Gaelic. She didn’t know the words, but she didn’t need to. Annalese was doing exactly what he loved. His words ran together. His knees were shaking, and he was struggling to find breath. She continued to stoke him from tip to sac and suckle and lick. His right hand buried in her hair like he was trying to hold on for dear life.
    “Ye need,” he took a big breath, “to stop. Ah, Gods, that,” more breathing, “I’mma gonna come, angel.” He gasped. “Please stop before,” he panted heavy breaths. “I lose it.”
    She looked up. “No, Lach. I want to taste you.” And she began again. This time she gripped his sack so tight he almost blew. Her tongue and lips were everywhere. Gaelic curses and prayers to the goddess came from Lachlan.
    “Angel, please,” he gasped. “Are ye sure, I canna hold it much longer.”
    She didn’t stop. Her mouth took him in and out.
    “Oh, goddess, yes.” Lachlan screamed as he spilled.
    She took all he had to give. He tasted sweet and salty and all man. Legs still shaking he pulled her up and his mouth met hers, his taste still on her lips. So much passion. His shirt came over his head. “Gods, woman, you’re gonna be the death of me, but aye, that was incredible. Now it’s my turn.”
    He had her naked and on the bed in a flash. Lachlan started at her toes, kissing and sucking each one, then began to move up her legs, passing the place she wanted his tongue most. He kissed her mound of strawberry curls on his way up. He trailed kisses up her stomach, then stopping at her breasts, hand on one, massaging and tweaking her nipple, his mouth went to work on the other. Biting and sucking, fangs out, scraping the skin, Lachlan gave Lese a reason to pant now. He changed sides and gave the same attention to the other. His hand slid down and she spread her legs.
    “Oh God, Lachlan,” she moaned as he parted her feminine flaps and his thumb gently rubbed her tiny bundle of nerves. She whimpered and moaned.
    “Aye, angel, yer so beautiful.” He slipped a finger in and slowly started pumping in and out. His tongue found her core. Gods she tasted so good. When he withdrew the finger and inserted his tongue, she moaned even louder. “That’s it angel, let me know ye like it.”
    And she did. She was in heaven—or at least she thought she was, until he wrapped his lips around her bundle and started sucking. Once he reinserted the finger, two that time. She was pulling on the sheets, thrashing. He bit, licked and sucked on her as his fingers pumped in and out. Her breathing was so heavy, that he knew she was close. While he worked his fingers, he sunk his fangs into her thigh and began to drink, just a little. That was it. She lost it. The biggest organsm she’d ever had crashed through her like a tidal wave. Lachlan continued pumping in and out just more slowly as she rode it out. He was over her. “Gods Annalese, that was the most beautiful thing me ever saw. Yer amazing, my love.”
    He was poised at her core, knowing she wanted to be filled. “Lass, tell me, I wanna hear it, tell me ye want me.”
    “Ah God, Lachlan, yes. I want you.”
    She was so slick that he entered her in one stroke. Lese gasped.
    “Ah, shit lass, did I hurt ye?” He tried to pull away.
    “Oh, no!” She took a breath. “That is the most incredible feeling.”
    He smiled.
    God, he was perfect. She reached up and untied his hair. It fell around his face and she immediately put her hands in it. “Lach, I love your hair like this. So beautiful.”
    Their bodies started to move in perfect rhythm. Faster and faster they came together, hair around his face. “Ah lass, I love ye unto me soul, I love ye.” He put his lips on her neck and she bared it for him. As his fangs pierced her skin, they both reached euphoria, and within a few more strokes, both were over the mountain calling out one another’s name.
    He held her tight, rolling to the side their bodies still joined. “Gods, I love ye,