‘Nngh. Fuck.’ Likewise, Cam sounded like he was coming apart at the seams. He fell to his knees, wrenching Lachlan’s trousers down to expose his ass.
Lachlan jolted as Cam’s weight dropped away from behind his shoulders and he was pinned by his hips instead. Cam used his thumbs to spread Lachlan’s cheeks and delved in with his tongue.
Lachlan’s legs trembled. He pressed his forehead to the glass while the probing, wet warmth flooded his senses. Staring out at the brightening sky and the rolling hills, Lachlan blearily realised that anyone coming up the path would get a full-body view of what was happening to him, and he really didn’t care. His cock was agonisingly hard, leaking a sticky stream against the glass. Cam’s efforts were winding up a tight coil of desperation inside him.
Cam was as ruthless with his tongue now as when he was the monster, endeavouring to breach him, to fuck him. Every forceful, velvety caress had Lachlan straining to somehow open himself wider, to welcome Cam inside and own him savagely.
It was a relief when Cam finally pulled away. Enjoying the anticipation, Lachlan didn’t turn at the harsh sound of a zipper, nor at the rustle of a flannel shirt hitting the floor. He was keenly aware of how fresh the landscape looked before him, vibrant and green. How many seasons of change he’d witnessed pass over it. How grateful he was to see another.
He moaned when Cam grabbed him again, breathing heavily in Lachlan’s ear while he guided his cock against his hole. Lachlan presented his ass needily and bore down. It came with a stinging discomfort as the ring of muscle stretched to accommodate Cam’s girth. Lachlan savoured the pain: it was raw, unfiltered. Exactly like this moment. Cam gripped him hard at his waist, just as needy as Lachlan and grunting with the effort of slowing down enough to not completely wreck him.
God, Lachlan needed these touches. Real touches. Honest touches. Not dulled by curses or stifled by self-doubt.
He let out a throaty sigh as Cam drove in the last inch, filling him completely.
‘You okay?’ Cam breathed, briefly stroking Lachlan’s abs.
‘Yes.’ Lachlan turned his head to capture a warm kiss. ‘Now, remind me of what I’ve been missing.’
Lachlan felt Cam’s cock buck inside him. Cam chuckled and pulled out a little. ‘With pleasure.’
His fingers bit into Lachlan’s hips, yanking his ass backward. Lachlan gasped deliriously as Cam plunged back in to the hilt. Cam gripped Lachlan’s wrists in one hand and held them over his head, forcing him against the door again. He set a fast and feverish rhythm. The door rattled on its hinges as more ragged moans tumbled out of Lachlan’s mouth.
‘Fuck, I bet we look good,’ Cam croaked between frantic thrusts. Lachlan met his reflection in the glass. Cam’s gaze was hot and fierce, and burned right through him.
‘Oh, Cam…’ Lachlan’s legs threatened to give way, but he was secure in Cam’s strong arms. His hammering pulse filled his ears. Cam’s skin was damp against his back.
Pleasure swelled deep in Lachlan’s core, escalating with the pace of Cam’s thrusts. He felt Cam’s tempo stutter, followed by the singularly hot and slick sensation of several jets of cum gushing into him.
Cam relaxed for a brief moment before he picked up the pace again. His Scorched hand reached for Lachlan’s cock, but Lachlan didn’t need it, still riding the wave of Cam’s furiously pounding hips.
As he came, Lachlan wrenched his hands free and reached for Cam’s face. Grazing his lips on stubble and clumsily biting through his scream of ecstasy, Lachlan dragged Cam’s mouth down for a hungry kiss.
Cam hummed against his lips. He curled his body around Lachlan, encasing him as best he could with firm and steady arms. Bit by bit, the desperate tension drained from them both.
Cam glanced up at the view through the glass door and sniggered. ‘Damn. Lucky we had no more early customers, huh?’
‘Very lucky.’ With an elated laugh, Lachlan hoped the Wulver hadn’t been watching this time as well. He tipped Cam’s chin down to meet him again. ‘But then, I knew I was, already.’
The Lucky Teapot remained closed for the rest of that day.
Upstairs, bed springs creaked with the weight of two bodies folding into a loving embrace—and, for the first time in months, both Cam and Lachlan enjoyed peaceful, dreamless sleep in each other’s arms.
Chapter Seventeen
The next day saw Cam and Lachlan start the morning looking out over Loch Ness from the jetty. Cam had tried to persuade Lachlan to stay home to sleep; it was early, and he was still clearly worn-out from the previous day—which had not, in fact, ended once they’d made it into bed. But Lachlan was determined to join him, even if it was groggily.
Cam resisted the urge to grin as Lachlan tugged at the scarf wound round his neck. It hid a pretty pattern of hickeys marking his throat. He knew Lachlan wasn’t looking forward to trying to disguise them in front of his customers later.
‘So, where’s the Redcap?’ Lachlan asked, peering anxiously over the water.
‘Sort of everywhere. It’s bound to the loch, like it was in the Warding Stone.’ Cam kneeled on the boards and placed his Scorched hand in the water. His veins flared with fire, which he directed into the loch. ‘Come on out, Redcap. A witch wants to talk with you.’
In the distance, he heard a watery grumbling. A cloud of bubbles vented to the surface. When they cleared, the pallid face of the Redcap stared up at them from just underneath the water.
‘What d’you want, buidseach?’
‘I’m here to make a deal with you,’ Cam said calmly.
