Free Loving Ean (The Fae Guard Book 2) by Elle Christensen Page A

the distance, an electric current bridges the gap between us. She gives me a small smile but turns swiftly back to the television. It’s become a pattern to seek her out after I get back from a trip. I don’t know how to deal with my stress any other way these days.
    This trip was spent with the Ohtar. When I’m not looking after my leath leanbh, I devote a good majority of my time with them, helping to hunt Fallen. These trips hit me hard; killing isn’t a part of the natural order of the Fae. However, there are Fallen who must be stopped, and it is the job of the Ohtar to wipe them out. There is so much to be done to protect and I need to put every effort into helping that cause. Laila is the only thing that calms the agony inside me from taking a life. I can’t remember what I used to do. All I know is that I need her.
    Now.
    A sudden barrage of yelling breaks me from my deep thoughts and I look around, noticing that everyone’s attention is glued to the screen as they collectively cheer or groan over their teams. Everyone except Laila. She flits her eyes toward the door and cocks her head in silent question. I respond by standing and climbing around the people scattered on the floor, back out into the hallway. Once there, I lean my back against the wall and take a deep breath. I know how wrong this is. I know it, but my body refuses to listen, and it’s not just my dick leading me to her either. She is a balm for the wounds in my soul.
    Silently, I walk down the hall to where it turns left, right before the entrance to the kitchen. I pause there, waiting. It’s only seconds later when I see her walking past and my arm shoots out to grab her, pulling her into the dark passageway and flush up against me. She squeaks in surprise but I quickly silence her with my mouth ravenously attacking hers. Without any hesitation, she throws herself into the kiss with every bit as much hunger.
    That’s all it takes. I’ve lost my fucking mind. There is only one thought left, to bury myself inside her perfect little pussy. Without breaking apart, I start to walk backwards, my shoulder dragging along the wall, searching for an opening. Three steps back and the wall disappears, with a grunt of satisfaction, I twist around and back in through the doorway. Once we are both across the threshold, Laila reaches her foot back and nudges the door shut. Laila is such a little thing, I have to lift her to align our bodies in just the right place.
    I walk forward until she is plastered up against the door and lift with my hands firmly on her light little ass. Her legs immediately encircle my hips and our new position allows me to move from her raspberry lips, licking and kissing down her jaw and neck, to find purchase in the little dip at the top of her cleavage. I know I shouldn’t but I suck the skin in, reveling in her succulent taste, and leaving a mark, branding her as mine. She lets out a little whimper and her head falls back against the door with a muffled thump. Fuck. We need to move away from the door, but Laila suddenly thrusts her hips into mine and I don’t care where the hell we are, I have to fuck her.
    Her overly large jersey has fallen off of one shoulder, exposing her pale, creamy skin and a bright purple strap. I scrape my teeth along her clavicle until I reach the scrap of fabric and pull it down to meet the drooping neckline of her shirt. Laila arches her back and those fucking gorgeous tits are right where I want them. Using the leverage against the wall, I remove my hand from her ass, but not before I give it a rough squeeze, causing friction where my cock is pressed tightly against her core. Her moan of pleasure eggs me on and I frantically drag her shirt and bra down around her torso, locking her arms to her sides.
    Laila is blessed with the most spectacular tits. They are large for her frame, round and full, scoops of ice cream tipped with a perfect cherry. Both hands come to her chest now and I lift the globes