Chapter 6
Six
TALULLA
As soon as we step off the plane, I feel like I’m on cloud nine. We’re here, looking like the most normal couple in the world, marching to the baggage claim just like everyone else. The airport buzzes with energy, and I can’t help but feel a mix of excitement and anticipation.
“We’re really here,” I say, leaning my head on his arm as we wait for our bags. Flynn immediately pulls me into a hug, his lips brushing my forehead with a soft peck.
“Time to fuck you in every single place of this city,” he whispers in my ear, his voice low and husky.
“That would be very time-consuming,” I reply, trying to keep my voice steady despite the heat rising in my cheeks.
“We have a lot of free time for the next few days.”
I look up at him, melting at his smirk. “Oh, so you’re saying you won’t disappear all day anymore?”
He narrows his eyes. “I don’t disappear all day.”
“I mean, you are a vampire after all—”
“I work, and I literally get back home before you.”
“Work that I can help you with now.”
He snorts. “You already have a job.”
“Yeah, but I don’t start until like the beginning of November. We have so much time before then.”
“Which is why we’re both going to enjoy every single second.”
“Flynn—”
“Look, our bags are here,” he interrupts, his tone shifting to one of urgency.
“This conversation isn’t over,” I insist, but he’s already leading me toward the exit.
“Noted. We can pick it up right back when we get to our hotel and right after I’m buried deep inside you,” he says, his words sending a shiver down my spine.
My jaw drops, and I feel a throb between my legs. Flynn seems oblivious to the stares we’re getting from the people around us. “You’re unbelievable, Mr. Lancaster,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.
His lips find mine in a searing kiss that leaves me breathless. “Say it again and I’ll fuck you right here,” he challenges, his eyes dark with desire.
“Okay, we’re not going to compel an entire airport just because you can’t keep it in your pants,” I retort, trying to regain some composure.
“Keep up with the attitude and they’re all gonna watch me spank you,” he teases, his hand squeezing my ass possessively.
I shake my head, trying to laugh as the heat between my legs grows. “Let’s go,” I manage to say, my voice trembling slightly.
We walk out the doors, and after Flynn calls a cab, the city comes into view as we drive deeper into London. I can’t help but stare out the window, admiring everything. The architecture, the people, the energy—it’s all so captivating.
“Do you like it?” Flynn asks, his voice soft.
“Like it?” I start, my eyes wide with wonder. “It’s fucking gorgeous,” I add, tilting my head to get used to the fact that we are driving on the other side of the road. “Don’t know how I’ll get used to driving on the other side, though.”
Flynn snorts. “You’ll get used to it. It seems like a lot, but if I can drive in the States, I’m sure you can do the same here.”
“You’re gonna have to make me practice in a less populated place,” I suggest, my mind already racing with the possibilities.
“London is pretty chaotic, and there’s no need to drive in it. It’s way more convenient to take the tube,” he explains, his hand resting comfortably on my thigh.
“Ah yes, the tube. Gotta start learning the lingo,” I say, a smile playing on my lips.
“And I can finally have you drinking a proper cup of tea,” Flynn teases, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
I shake my head. “Oh no, mister.”
“Mister?” he echoes, a playful tone in his voice.
“There’s no way I’m giving up coffee,” I insist, my loyalty to my morning brew unwavering.
“You haven’t even had a cup of tea yet and you’re already turning it down?” Flynn challenges, his brow raised.
“Flynn, I need coffee to function.”
“Wrong. You think you need caffeine to function, which you don’t, but black tea also has caffeine, and it’s definitely better tasting than coffee.”
“I’ve seen you drink coffee, Flynn. I know you like it. Tea on the other end? Never seen you drink it,” I point out, my curiosity piqued.
“Because America has disgusting taste in tea,” he replies, a hint of disdain in his voice.
“And you, super-rich old vampire, couldn’t find a way to import good tea?” I tease, my eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Did you just call me old?” Flynn asks, his voice low and dangerous.
“Grandpa,” I whisper, my hand dangerously close to his growing hardness.
“Brat,” he murmurs in my ear, his hand dangerously creeping up my thigh. “You’re gonna get a pretty lesson soon.”
“I’m counting on it,” I reply, my breath hitching as his fingers trace the edge of my leggings.
We arrive at the hotel, and of course, Flynn has booked the fanciest place he could find. “Close your eyes,” he says as we get to the elevator.
“What?” I ask, confusion written all over my face.
“Just close your eyes, please,” he insists, his voice soft but firm.
“Why? I already saw the hotel, Flynn. I know it’s fancy, you know you’re getting lucky tonight,” I tease, a playful smile on my lips.
“Talulla, close your eyes and let me enjoy your face when you see the view for the first time, please,” he says, his tone filled with anticipation.
I can’t help but smile, and I do as he asked. “You said please twice,” I point out, my voice laced with amusement.
“Are you counting my politeness?” Flynn asks, a hint of a smirk on his lips.
“I’m just liking to hear you beg for me once in a while,” I reply, my voice low and sultry.
“Don’t get used to it,” he adds, smacking my ass. His breath caresses my skin. “Because as soon as I get you in that suite, you’re going to be reminded who’s in charge in the bedroom.”
“Just how I like it,” I reply, opening one eye and seeing him smirk at me.
Flynn walks me to the door, unlocks it, and helps me inside. “Keep your eyes closed a little longer,” he instructs, his voice filled with excitement.
I drop my bags without knowing where I am but follow his lead, feeling us make our way to the balcony. The fresh air slices my skin, but I embrace it as the wind brushes my hair to the side. The sun is still high.
He walks me to the railing and, after collecting my hair in his hand, says, “Now you can look.”
The corner of my lips lift up, and as my eyelids start readjusting to the light and focus on the scenery ahead of me, my jaw drops open. “Oh my god,” I breathe, my voice filled with awe.
“Welcome to London, red ruby,” Flynn says, his voice soft and tender.
There’s a perfect view of the London Bridge, and some skyscrapers to the side, mixed with the classical English architecture.
The juxtaposition of modern buildings kissing old ones is stunning, and you’d think it would look like a sore thumb, but it doesn’t.
It’s perfect. It’s everything I always dreamed of.
The water of the Thames looks calm, and for some reason, watching it flow grounds me. The entire situation grounds me.
I’m truly here.
“I think it just hit me,” I say in a low voice. “It’s so beautiful.”
He hums, his hands moving down my sides and reaching the hem of my leggings. “Keep looking,” he says, proceeding to free me from my pants and underwear.
“What are—” I start, but he cuts me off.
“Keep your hands on the railing and look ahead, red ruby,” he commands, his voice low and authoritative.
My eyes widen, but I do as he says, and after he makes me bend down a bit more, his hands find my core. “Flynn—” I pant as he starts circling his thumb over my clit. “Please,” I say, rubbing my back against his hard length.
“Patience, darling,” he murmurs, his voice laced with desire.
I moan as he pushes a finger inside me and can’t help but look up at the sky as my head finds his shoulder. Then, as fast as he worked me, he’s off of me, and I almost fall back.
I turn my head to see where he wants to go, and I find him unbuckling his pants. “Look straight up, enjoy the view as I remind you who’s in charge here,” he says, his voice filled with dominance.
“Are you really in charge?” I challenge, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Talulla, you know very well, I’m the one who makes you believe in god every time I fuck you,” he replies, his voice low and intense.
“If you’re hoping for me to call you a god, you’re out of luck,” I tease, my voice is breathy as he gets back to torture and tease me.
“Yet, you still worship me on your knees without me having to ask.”
“I could say the same about you.”
Flynn chuckles as he grabs my hair and tightens his grip.
“You’re much more, darling,” he says, positioning the head of his cock at my entrance, and I can’t help but move back, feeling it stretching my folds.
“You’re the only altar I want to kneel in front of.
” Thrust. “The only religion I pray to.” Another thrust. Another moan I can’t help.
“My entire.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “World.”
I collapse as he continues to praise me and take me, claiming every single part of my body as his. I can’t help the sound I make, just like he can’t help the growl of possessiveness that I can’t find the will to despise.
I live for his dominance. I live for the way he shows me exactly what I need. And as he lets me come again, he comes inside me as the words, “My red ruby, I wish you could see yourself as you take me so well.” Leave his mouth.
His tongue traces my neck, and I can’t help but say, “Take everything, Flynn, all of me.”
But even if I feel his fangs tickle my skin, I know he won’t let himself let the thirst take over.
And fuck, it might be the sex making me think this, but I would be very much okay with him drinking me dry right now.
Which is obviously something he would never do.
“Come on, time to go eat and explore the city,” he says, sliding out of me, and helping me inside the hotel room.
Yup, exactly what I expected. “Nice change of subject, fangs.”
“I’m not changing the subject.”
“Sure you aren’t.”
His hand comes down on my ass. Hard. “Don’t make me tie you up and waste the entire day on that bed, Talulla, I want to show you so many places, don’t ruin my plans.”
I put a hand on my heart. “I would never,” I say, faking a shocked look on my face. “Let’s go, tourist guide.”
And so we go.
We walk around, get street food and spend the remaining of the day just walking and admiring everything.
I feel like a kid in a candy store. There’s so much to see, so much to learn, and I can’t believe I get to spend my days here.
After a while Flynn takes my hand and tells me he wants to show me something just around the corner, and so I follow. I let him lead me into the unknown, knowing I’m safe because he’s here. Because he’d never let anything bad happen to me, just like I’d never let anything bad happen to him.
Then, he comes to a sudden stop, but I’m too busy staring at him to notice where he took me.
“Turn around, darling,” he says, his icy-gray eyes almost sparkle as they meet my gaze.
As I turn, my eyes widen.
The Natural History Museum.
“Oh my.” Is all I can say as I stare at my place of employment. “It’s so pretty.”
“I know you don’t start your training for a while, but I thought you’d want to see it before that time.”
I can’t help but lock my hands around his neck and crash my lips to his. “Thank you,” I whisper in his mouth before kissing him again.
“You’re very welcome,” he replies, tightening the grip around my waist. “Come on, let’s go back to the hotel, you must be starving.”
I nod. “Yup. I’d like a juicy burger and french fries, and—”
“Chips, babe, we call them chips, here.”
As we make our way back to the hotel, the weight of the letter lingers in my mind, but I push it aside, focusing on the moment.
Flynn’s hand in mine is a constant reminder of his presence, his strength, and his unwavering support.
We walk in comfortable silence, the city’s energy pulsing around us, until we reach the lobby.
The receptionist stops us, his expression serious. “Mr. Lancaster?” he asks, jogging toward us. Flynn nods, his grip on my hand tightening slightly.
“Yes?” Flynn replies, his voice steady despite the tension I can feel radiating from him.
“A letter was delivered for you and Ms. Popescu,” the receptionist says, handing over a red envelope. I recognize the sigil of my family immediately, and a chill runs down my spine.
What a sadistic fucking joke.
Flynn takes the envelope, bringing it to his nose. “Well, I can smell this,” he mutters, his eyes narrowing as he hands it to me.
I open it with trembling hands, my heart pounding in my chest. The message is short and ominous: “Welcome to London, lovebirds.” Signed with the initials “E.P.”
Flynn’s eyes darken as he reads over my shoulder. “We’re checking out right away,” he says, his voice firm and decisive. He grabs my hand, pulling me toward the elevator.
“No, Flynn, that’s what he wants,” I protest, trying to keep my voice steady. “He’s trying to rattle us, and I refuse to let him win.”
Flynn pauses, his jaw clenching. “He knows where you are, Talulla. I’m not going to let him taunt you this way.”
I shrug, trying to appear nonchalant. “Honestly, I feel he’s out of ideas. This? This is just bullying, and it’s not working.”
Flynn sighs, running a hand through his hair. “We’re still changing hotels every day until we find a place to live. I won’t take any chances with your safety.”
“Fine by me,” I reply, a small smile playing on my lips. “Makes this first part of the move feel more like a trip.”
“That’s the spirit,” Flynn says, his eyes softening as he looks at me. “But I mean it, Talulla. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
I reach up, cupping his cheek. “I know, Flynn. And I appreciate it more than you know. But I also know that we can’t let him control our lives. We have to live, to enjoy every moment we have together.”
Flynn nods, his expression resolute. “You’re right. We won’t let him win. We’ll enjoy our time here, explore every corner of this city, and build a life together. No matter what.”
As we check out and head to our next hotel, I can’t help but feel a sense of determination.
Flynn is right, we won’t let anyone dictate our happiness.
We’ll face whatever comes our way, together.
And in that moment, I know that no matter what challenges lie ahead, as long as we have each other, we can overcome anything.
At least I hope we can.