Chapter Eighteen – Evelynn
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
EVELYNN
I lost my virginity to a vampire.
A fucking vampire.
All I need now is a wolf to be in love with me, then I may as well change my name to Bella.
Lying here, my head resting on his firm chest, his arm wrapped protectively around me, it’s surreal. I shifted earlier, trying to move, and he just followed, keeping one arm around me the entire time.
If I had known sex could be like that, then I would have given up my v-plates long ago. Then again, I’m not sure a human man would compete. When we both climaxed, it was like nothing I’ve ever imagined. People say they see stars when they orgasm, but I swear I saw the goddamn Milky Way.
A smile plays on my lips as last night’s memories continue to play in my mind.
The memory of him coming and filling me with his release.
Hold. The. Fuck. Up.
My body goes rigid. Shit.
“What is it?” Lucian murmurs. His voice is deep and thick with sleep.
“You came!” I blurt out, leaning up on my elbow and looking down at him.
He grins, his amber eyes glowing through his thick lashes. “Hmm, I sure did,” he growls.
Heat grows in his eyes.
“Don’t,” I say, shutting him down before he can even begin.
“You came inside me. I’m not on any birth control, and the last thing I want is to get pregnant,” I rush out, panic rising in my throat.
Lucian’s grin widens as a deep chuckle rumbles from him. In the next second, I’m on my back, with Lucian above me, pinning me to the mattress.
“Can you not do that?” I huff. His gaze flickers over my face, lingering on my mouth.
“What am I?” he asks, amusement dancing across his eyes.
“Controlling, bossy, obsessive, possessive. You want me to continue?” I quip, teasing him.
He lets out a low snarl before pressing his mouth to mine in a lazy kiss, sharply nipping my bottom lip.
“Ow!” I gasp, breaking the kiss, tasting the blood on my tongue.
Lucian’s eyes burn as he kisses me again, caressing my tongue with his, moaning as he tastes my blood. He ends the kiss, his eyes full of heat.
“I am a vampire, Petal. I am undead. I cannot produce children,” he clarifies.
“Oh, but Edward—” I start.
“This is not Twilight. This is not Interview with the Vampire, Blade, Dracula…” he lists off.
“Sinners?” I retort, trying my best to hide my smile.
“No.”
“Shame. I like the music. Oh, what about What We Do in the Shadows?” I continue to provoke, knowing it’s starting to annoy him.
“I can hear the laughter in your voice. I know what you are doing,” he says sternly.
I bite my bottom lip to contain my grin.
“Well, I’m just saying, some of the vampires must have talked to someone, or these movies wouldn’t have been made. Or the fact that we know you are called vampires,” I argue.
“We hunt humans, we feed on blood, we like to fuck, and we burn alive and die in the sun,” he states irritably.
“So, if I eat garlic, you won’t recoil?” I ask, arching my brow.
“Yes, because the smell is so strong. All of our senses are immensely powerful.” He shrugs.
“Mirrors?” I press.
His jaw sets tight. “We see our reflection. Not what you see, not what we are, but our true reflection. Our body, face, everything, as if we’d never changed.
” He exhales slowly. “Seeing your own flesh rotting away isn’t something any of us wants to see.
That is why we don’t have mirrors.” He pauses.
“To destroy us isn’t with a wooden stake to the heart like the stories would have you believe.
” He looks at me. “It’s by our own kind. ”
I frown. “You mean humans can’t kill you? But what about hunters?”
“Hunters aren’t human. Some are vampires. The hunters are part of the Order. A bit like police for vampires. We break any laws, we create too much attention, and among other things—” he trails off.
“Like Twilight,” I say.
This time, I don’t hide my grin.
Lucian’s smile deepens. “Fuck, fine. Like Twilight,” he agrees, rolling his eyes.
A bubble of laughter escapes me at the sight of him, relaxed and playful.
His gaze turns molten. “How sore are you?” he asks, his voice rough.
He rolls his hips, pressing his hard length against my centre.
“Oh,” I breathe, desire flooding my veins. “I’m a little sore, but nothing I can’t bear,” I add, rocking my hips up to meet his.
“Hold on tight,” he orders.
“Wha—?” I start, but the word dies as he lifts me like I weigh nothing. I wrap my arms around his neck, instinctively clinging to him as he moves, too fast to track, my hair whipping around us.
A breathless laugh escapes me just as warm water crashes over our bodies. His hands lock me tight against him, my legs wrapping around his waist. He buries his face into my neck, dragging his mouth along my skin, inhaling me. His kisses are slow and territorial, like he’s memorising my scent.
I shift, pressing down, feeling the hard tip of him waiting for me.
As his mouth lowers, I lean back slightly, letting the water spill over my breasts.
He closes his mouth around my nipple, sucking hard, his tongue circling the sensitive peak.
My fingers slide into his dark hair, scraping my nails against his scalp.
He growls, low and dangerous.
He releases me and lifts his head. His gaze collides with mine, a dark, burning hunger there. Water trails down his face, over his chest, disappearing between us. My eyes follow the droplets before lifting back to his.
“I want to taste you,” I say.
His jaw tightens as he shakes his head. For a heartbeat, my confidence falters.
“You will,” he growls, “but not like that. Not yet.” His grip tightens on me. “Right now, I need to be inside you. I need to feel your heart racing against mine while I take you apart. I need your pulse under my mouth, your heat wrapped around me.”
His nostrils flare as he inhales deeply, catching my scent, and something darker flickers through his eyes.
“I need to remind the monster who you belong to.”
Heat floods between my legs. I meet his gaze. “What are you waiting for? Permission? I thought you took what you desired,” I goad him.
His eyes blaze brighter.
“Take what you need,” I breathe.
He moves like lightning. My back slams into the cold tile. I gasp—not in pain—but in shock. One second he’s pressed against me, the next he’s thrusting into me in one smooth, powerful motion, filling me completely.
My back arches as I cry out. My nails dig into his shoulders as he pulls back and slams into me again. My body stretches around him as he drives into me relentlessly, his growls ripping from deep in his chest.
This isn’t tenderness like last night.
This is hunger. This is possession.
Every brutal thrust lights a fire in my core.
He feels it building and lets out a deep, vibrating snarl, his fangs flashing for just a second as he fights himself. His face drops to my neck. He doesn’t bite. He presses his mouth there instead, breathing me in, his teeth grazing my skin in warning as his restraint trembles through him.
“Eyes,” he snarls, lifting his face from my neck. “You give me your eyes when you cum around my cock. You give me what’s mine.”
I obey. I always will.
One hand hooks beneath me, lifting me higher, the other braced against the wall as he pounds into me. My climax crashes over me in a blinding wave.
“Lucian!” I cry.
He thrusts once more and roars, the sound tearing from his chest as release rips through him. His hand slams into the tile beside my head, cracking it as his blazing gaze sears into me, wild, blood-bright, and barely contained.
I’m shaking beneath him. I lift my hand to his jaw, my thumb stroking his cheek.
“Lucian.”
He blinks. The monster fades from his eyes, and his face softens beneath my touch as he rests his forehead against mine.
Confused, I frown. “Lucian.”
His voice comes out rough. “I almost lost control.” His fingers slide along my throat, finding my pulse. “I was seconds from biting you. From claiming you in blood. The need to own you—your body, soul, and heartbeat—nearly consumed me.”
I tilt my head. “Well, that’s one way to boost a girl’s confidence.”
His expression hardens. “This isn’t a joke. I would have broken every law. I would have taken your life to keep you for eternity.” His thumb presses lightly over my pulse, grounding himself.
“You didn’t,” I say softly. “And I’m still here.” I smile. “And I’m better than fine.”
I kiss him. This time, he kisses me back gently, but his arms stay tight around me, like he’s afraid to let go.