Chapter 30
CHAPTER THIRTY
Ama
The door to the meeting hall closed, and I offered Luce a small smile, sitting on the edge of the table.
I had to admit, this stolen moment between the two of us was one that I was eager for.
I could feel adrenaline running through me from that meeting, and I found myself feeling almost hyper because of it.
When he approached me, I felt that energy change to something else, something darker that had my toes curling.
His magic saturated the air and ran against my skin as he put his hands on either side of my hips.
“You did amazing today,” he stated quietly, brushing his nose against mine and causing my breath to catch.
The past three days, we hadn’t been left alone once, and now that we were, I could feel him take full advantage of it, filling the entire room with a barrier of magic that I knew locked the doors.
He might not have been the devil anymore, but he still had really fucking intense magic.
“Because I have an amazing council,” I teased, “with lots of experience.”
“Are you calling me old, Little Temptress?” He chuckled, running a hand over my waist. I had chosen to wear a simple black sweater, leggings, and boots, all of which suddenly felt like far too many clothes.
“I mean…” I hedged, “I’m just saying, your advice comes in handy with how old you are.”
“Oh, so it’s the whole ‘with age comes experience’ thing?” He flashed a smile.
I pressed a finger to his chest, “Now you’ve got it.”
“I wonder what other experience I could impress you with.” He leaned forward and deepened a searing kiss that had every part of my body lighting up.
I ran my fingers up his jaw and deepened the kiss.
Things were still growing between Luce and me.
There was, of course, that instinctual reaction, almost primal, that told me he was my mate and urged me to get as close as possible.
We were still getting to know one another, but what I knew about Luce when he wasn’t being a possessive bastard were things I really liked…
actually, I even liked the possessive part when it wasn’t towards my other men.
He had kept to his word so far, and while he’d been grumpy about not being left alone with me, he hadn’t tried to steal me away or any shit like that.
Hell, last night he’d even played a game of chess with Adrien while I was taking a long bath and trying to relax from the day.
Maybe there was hope…which brought me to the question that was important to me because it was more telling than anything. It was what gave me the most hope and told me that I could trust Luce.
“Did you mean what you said about ‘we’ to my father?” I asked softly, pulling back.
Luce’s eyes darkened as he nodded, “I told you I was in this Ama. I am not perfect by any stretch of the imagination, but I promised I would do this and honestly…it’s not as bad as I thought. Although, if Finias doesn’t stop calling me ‘Gramps’, I may lose my shit.”
I smirked at that, “I think it’s kinda funny.”
“Exactly why he does it.” He pressed his forehead to mine.
“Ama, what I feel for you isn’t the start or even the definition of love.
It’s a devotion that has nothing to do with being your mate and everything to do with the woman I know you are.
When I put you through that portal, I realized how clouded I was by my own selfishness.
I realized that I would rather share you than ever lose you. So yes, I meant ‘we.’”
“Luce,” I breathed, “I know I am falling for you at an alarming rate, and I need you to promise me that you won’t make me regret it. That you won’t suddenly leave or try to rip me away from all this—”
“Never again,” he promised before smirking, “Plus, I am damned positive you could kick my ass now.”
Now, why did that sound sort of hot? I was picturing us battling, all hot and sweaty, grappling with each other...
Letting out a small amused sound, I leaned back forward and met his lips, wanting to feel his touch again now that we had talked. But the tone of this kiss was drastically different, and I let out a soft whimper as he tugged my hips closer, making me moan at how hard he was against me.
The man had this boiling energy under my skin, almost explosive and volcanic, and the way he slipped his hands through my hair to grip it caused every nerve ending in my body to spark with electricity.
My nipples hardened against my lace bra, and I felt my pussy grow wetter just from the way he pressed against me, his tongue slipping into my mouth as he claimed it.
He had such a possessive edge to him, like he had been waiting to do this forever…because he had. I surrendered into it, wanting to be completely his at this moment and wanting to know how he liked me. How he wanted to experience the two of us together.
My hands tightened on his shoulders as I rocked my hips against his once, arching and locking my legs around him. “Luce.” It almost sounded like a plea and whimper, “I need you.”
“Fuck, I think those may be my favorite fucking words now,” he groaned, a rumble erupting from his throat as he tugged me off the table.
I let out a surprised sound as he turned me away from him and brought his hand around my throat, causing me to rub back against him wanting to feel his full length.
His other hand slipped under my sweater as he growled my name and began to tease my nipple.
“Look at how fucking beautiful you are,” he demanded, nipping my ear and making me turn my head forward to look into a mirror that lined the space between each window.
My breath caught and I nearly came at how hot a picture we made.
When his other hand left my throat and easily took off my sweater, I moaned at the way he continued to tease my breast, his other hand sliding into my leggings.
I hadn’t worn panties today, and the minute he noticed, a deep primal growl left his throat.
“Fuck, is this for me, Little Temptress?” He nipped my ear and made me to shiver with anticipation, “Are you this fucking wet for me?”
“Yes,” I breathed out. “Luce, I need you inside of me.”
“Oh, I plan on sliding into you, Ama.” He kissed along my neck, “But I want you begging for it. I want you to need me as badly as I need you.”
I was fucking there.
I let out a surprised noise as he suddenly flattened me against the table and tugged down my leggings, the cool air meeting my center as I inhaled sharply.
When his mouth met my pussy, my knees nearly gave out.
He began to devour me whole, almost frenzied, and I put my hand out, running it through his hair and holding him there.
I moaned his name, and he seemed to only go faster, my knees folding as I used my other hand to hold on for dear fucking life.
I couldn’t even be surprised when he teased my clit with his teeth and I cried out his name, completely splintering apart.
My Succubus magic came out to play, and the lack of my control had me not even bothering to stop it. Luce inhaled sharply and put his head against my shoulder, “Fuck, Ama, you gotta pull that back, or else I am going to end up fucking you right now.”
“That’s the point.” I rubbed my ass back against him, as he let out a rumble and gripped my hair, clearly understanding how much I didn’t want to wait to be teased. “Please, Luce, don’t make me wait. We both want this—oh, shit.”
I felt my eyes widen as he gripped my jaw and began to slide into me, keeping my gaze locked on the mirror, and I nearly climaxed from the way that his massive frame overshadowed mine.
I loved him keeping me pinned to the table, and I let out a cry at the way he seemed to stretch me out with every inch he added, my knees nearly going fucking weak.
I gasped out in pleasure as he gripped the table, nearly breaking it as he moaned my name.
“You feel so amazing.” He cursed, “Holy fuck, I may have to stay in this pussy forever.”
“I would not complain!” I squeaked as he drew back and slid back in. I let out a gasp as he began to pound into me, his eyes on where he slid into my pussy, the ability to watch the pure possession, nearly obsession, play across his face making it that much hotter.
His grip on my hips was almost bruising as he fucked me, and I felt everything flare in pleasure as his thumb pressed against my ass, the pressure making me lean forward and moan.
I could feel a climax building, but I knew it wasn’t a normal one.
No, this climax ran through every inch of my body, and I could practically feel my magic reaching out to my other bonds.
Luce must have felt it as well because he was pounding into me so damn hard that the table was almost breaking.
“Shit, this tight body is going to be the fucking death of me,” he snarled against my neck as he covered me completely.
I moaned as his wings spread out through the room, and the image of him looking damned near god-like had my climax reaching a peak.
I cried out his name as I came all over his cock, his growl against my neck and increasing speed letting me know he was going to spill inside of me soon.
I spread my legs further, and the angle he was fucking me had everything going hazy with pleasure as I finally felt him slam into me, his cock buried so deep and full that it caused my knees to actually collapse.
Luckily, he caught me against him, and the blinding sensation of pleasure running through me had Luce making a noise at the way I squeezed around him, milking him further.
His breathing was rough as his fingers ran up my spine, a burning sensation there as he muttered something under his breath, a sound of awe there.
“Ama,” he breathed out, “you have marks along your spine.”
“How many?” I snapped my head back, “And of what?”
He tilted his head, his brows arching in surprise, “They are old runes, eight of the same, and it is a marking for the realm of Hell. It sort of looks like a circle filled with flames. It’s beautiful.”
He pulled out and helped me get dressed, his wings disappearing as he led me towards the mirror. He held up my sweater, and I looked back, my eyes widening.
“Eight?” I questioned softly. “Like having eight mates?”
His smile grew, “Yeah, Little Temptress, like eight mates.”