Chapter 17Lucien
Chapter
Seventeen
LUCIEN
I close the distance between us, my lips crashing against hers in a dominant, possessive kiss. My tongue forces its way past her lips, exploring the warm cavern of her mouth as I plunder her sweetness.
I grip her hips, pulling her flush against my hardening length, letting her feel the heat of my arousal. My hands roam her curves, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as I assert my dominance.
"Mine," I growl against her mouth, breaking the kiss to nip at her bottom lip. "You're mine now, Selene. Every inch of you belongs to me."
She resists, shoving at my chest with surprising strength. I chuckle darkly, unfazed. "Oh, you'll learn to submit, pet. We both know you can't resist the hunger burning within you any more than I can."
Selene's struggles only fuel my lust, her feisty spirit igniting a primal need to conquer and claim. I pin her wrists above her head, trapping them against the rough bark of the tree as I grind my erection against her core.
"You fight like a wildcat, but I'll tame you," I promise, my breath hot against her ear. "Every whimper, every gasp, every scream will be music to my ears as I break you and remake you in my image."
I capture her mouth again, swallowing her protests as my free hand roams lower, cupping her sex through the fabric of her clothing. I rub slow circles, applying pressure until she's squirming and panting against me.
"So responsive already," I murmur, feeling her heat and dampness. "Just wait until I unleash the full force of my desires upon you."
My nostrils flare, catching the lingering musk of Damien on Selene's skin. A surge of possessive rage courses through me. That bastard dared to touch what's mine?
"I can still smell him on you," I snarl, my fingers digging into her wrists as I press harder against her. "But that ends now. I'm going to mark you so thoroughly, you'll never remember another's touch."
I tear at her clothes, baring her breasts to the cool air. My mouth descends, sucking and nipping at the tender peaks until they're red and swollen. I lap at the salted skin, savoring her unique flavor.
"There, much better," I declare, stepping back to admire my handiwork. "Now everyone knows who you belong to."
Selene's defiant gaze meets mine, a spark of challenge in her emerald eyes. She licks her lips, a provocative gesture meant to taunt and tease.
"Oh, look who thinks he owns me now," she mocks, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You may have marked my body, but you'll never claim my soul, demon."
Her words ignite a fire in my veins. How dare she mock me? I advance on her, backing her against the tree once more.
"Soul or not, you're mine to use as I please," I growl, reaching down to roughly palm her sex through her undergarments. "And right now, I intend to fill you with my seed until you're dripping with it."
I yank her panties aside, exposing her slick folds to my probing fingers.
Selene's eyes widen as I thrust two fingers deep inside her, pumping them in and out with ruthless efficiency. Her inner walls clench around the invasion, trying to push me out, but I hold fast, determined to claim her.
"That's it, fight me," I encourage, curling my fingers to stroke her sensitive spots. "Only serves to make your surrender sweeter later. "
I lean in, capturing her mouth in a brutal kiss as I finger-fuck her relentlessly. My thumb finds her clit, rubbing firm circles that have her writhing against me.
"You can't resist the pleasure I give you," I breathe against her lips. "Sooner or later, you'll beg me to take you completely."
Selene's moans muffle against my mouth as I continue to ravage her with my fingers, each thrust and twist driving her closer to the edge. I can feel her walls fluttering, signaling her impending climax.
"Not yet, pet," I command, withdrawing my fingers and leaving her empty and aching. "I want to hear you scream my name when you come undone. Only then will I grant you release."
I spin her around, bending her over a nearby log. I hike up her skirt, exposing her round ass and glistening sex to my hungry gaze.
"Now, let's see if you can handle the real thing," I purr, freeing my straining cock from my pants. "Get ready to be filled and fucked until you can't walk straight."
With a swift, powerful thrust, I bury myself to the hilt inside Selene's tight heat. She cries out, her body tensing as she adjusts to my substantial girth stretching her open.
"Fucking perfect," I grunt, savoring the exquisite sensation of her velvet walls gripping me. "You were made for this, weren't you? To be used and claimed by a superior being like myself."
I set a relentless pace, pounding into her with deep, punishing strokes. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, mingling with our ragged breathing and her high-pitched whimpers.
"That's it, take it all," I growl, reaching around to pinch and roll her nipples. "You're nothing but a vessel for my pleasure, and you'll thank me for it when you're overflowing with my cum."
Selene's body shakes with the force of my thrusts, her nails digging into the rough bark of the log as she tries to anchor herself. I can feel her inner muscles spasming around me, signaling her approaching orgasm.
"Don't you dare come without permission," I snap, pulling out just as she's about to crest. "You'll do as you're told, slut. Now, beg for my forgiveness and maybe, just maybe, I'll grant you release."
I leave her teetering on the brink, my cock throbbing with the need to claim her fully. But I'll make her work for it, reveling in her desperation and the sweet taste of control.
Selene throws her head back in laughter, the melodic sound echoing through the forest. With a flick of her wrist, an invisible force pushes me back, halting my advances. She grins wickedly, one hand trailing down her body to circle her clit .
"Please, spare me your pathetic attempts at domination," she scoffs, her fingers moving faster, coaxing her body towards its peak. "I'm beginning to learn just how powerful I really am."
Her hips buck as she nears the edge, her face contorting in ecstasy. I catch a glimpse of something ancient and potent within her - a beauty so mesmerizing, it threatens to consume me whole.
"No...it can't be..." I mutter, transfixed by the sight of her raw, unbridled power. Despite my weakening state, I'm compelled to reach out, desperate to grasp and claim that radiant essence.
With a final, triumphant cry, Selene shatters, her orgasm washing over her in waves of intense bliss. As she comes down from her high, she turns to me, a smug smile playing on her lips.
With a flick of her wrist, she releases me from her mental hold. I stumble forward, catching myself before I fall. Overcome by anger and desire, I grab Selene's face, holding her still as I thrust into her mouth. My actions are met with resistance, but I persist, driven by primal urges.
I plunge deeper, choking her as I lose control. Finally, I erupt, filling her mouth with my load.
The first light of dawn creeps over the horizon, soft and golden, bathing the forest in a quiet stillness. My body feels heavy, muscles aching from the intensity of what just happened. I can still taste her on my lips, still feel the warmth of her skin pressed against mine. But it wasn’t enough.
She stopped me.
I lie there in the grass, staring up at the fading moon as my power slips away with the rising sun. Beside me, Selene is sprawled out, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, her eyes half-lidded but wide awake. She’s exhausted, too, but not in the way I’d hoped.
Her power—it flared at the last moment, keeping me from taking her soul, from sealing the bond that I should have claimed. I grit my teeth, the frustration bubbling beneath the surface, but there’s no point in fighting it now. The sun is here, and with it, my strength has been stripped away, leaving me vulnerable.
I turn my head slightly to look at her, and for a moment, there’s a strange silence between us. Not the charged kind that usually hums when we’re together, but something quieter, softer. The air is still cool, dew clinging to the grass around us, and for a brief moment, it feels like the world has stopped. No Hunt. No warlocks. Just us.
I hate how much I want her.
“You held me off,” I say finally, my voice hoarse, barely above a whisper. It’s not a question; it’s a fact. One that both impresses and irritates me to no end.
Selene turns her head to face me, her eyes shadowed, her lips slightly parted as she tries to catch her breath. "I did."
I let out a short, bitter laugh, more of a rasp than anything else. “You shouldn’t have been able to do that.”
She doesn’t respond immediately, just watches me with those unnerving eyes—eyes that seem to strip away all my defenses. There’s a flicker of guilt there, or maybe it’s something else, something closer to regret.
“I didn’t want to,” she admits after a long pause, her voice softer now. “But I had to.”
I stare at her, her words settling uncomfortably in my chest. Something about the way she says it... it feels like she’s talking about more than just the Hunt. Like she knows what this means for me, for the fire that constantly burns under my skin, that demands release.
“You’re stronger than I gave you credit for,” I mutter, almost begrudgingly, breaking the silence.
“And you’re weaker than you think,” she says, her voice light but firm. A faint smile tugs at her lips.
I snort, the sound more bitter than amused. “Only because of the sun.” But the truth gnaws at me. She stopped me. She shouldn’t have been able to, but she did. And if she can do that now, what happens when she realizes the full extent of her power?
The silence stretches again, but this time, it’s different. It’s quieter, reflective. The sharpness of the Hunt has dulled, leaving only the soft hum of the world waking around us. I shift in the grass, turning onto my side to face her fully. Her dark hair is tangled beneath her, her face streaked with dirt and dew, but the rawness of her disarray only draws me in more. There’s a kind of beauty in it—untamed, wild, and utterly her.
“Why did you?” I ask, my voice low. “Stop me, I mean.”
Her gaze flickers up to the treetops, as if searching for an answer. Her silence feels like it stretches forever, but then she speaks, her voice barely above a whisper. "Because... I can't let you take what’s mine. Not like this."
Her words hit me harder than I expect. They shouldn’t sting, but they do. I narrow my eyes, my voice colder than I mean it to be. “You think this is yours to control?”
She turns her head back to me, and her expression softens, her brows furrowing like she’s searching for the right words. “It’s not about control, Lucien. It’s about choice. Mine.”
Choice. The word lands in my chest like a stone, sinking deep into the fire that always burns there. Choice wasn’t something I ever had—not when it came to my power, not when it came to my family, not when it came to this Hunt. I’ve always been ruled by the chaos inside me, by the fire that refuses to be quieted.
But she stopped me. Not with control, not with force, but with something... different. Something I can’t quite name.
“You don’t understand,” I say, my voice rough. “You think this is just about winning, about claiming you. But it’s not.” I push myself up onto one elbow, my gaze locking with hers. “This fire—this chaos—it doesn’t stop. It doesn’t quiet. Not for anything.”
Her lips part slightly, her breath catching as she watches me. I see the flicker of fear in her eyes, but there’s something else there, too— something deeper.
“It’s never stopped?” she asks, her voice softer now, almost curious.
I shake my head, a bitter smile tugging at my lips. “Not once. My whole life, it’s burned, louder and hotter every day. And no matter what I do—no matter who I take, who I defeat—it’s never enough. It always comes back.”
She’s silent, her gaze searching mine. I can feel her trying to understand, trying to piece together what this means. And for a moment, I let her see it—the raw, untamed fire that has ruled me for as long as I can remember.
“But you,” I say, my voice dropping lower. “You stopped it. Just for a second. I don’t know how, and I don’t know why, but you did.”
Her lips press into a thin line, her expression unreadable. “Lucien...” she starts, but she trails off, her words faltering.
The sun climbs higher, warming the grass beneath us, but all I can feel is the fire inside me, roaring for release. I close my eyes, exhaling slowly, letting the moment stretch. She doesn’t know it, but she’s dangerous—not because of her power, but because of what she makes me feel.
Hope.
I hate it.
I push myself up onto my elbows, my muscles screaming in protest, and peer into the trees. Something’s coming. I can feel it, the familiar prickle at the back of my neck, the subtle shift in the atmosphere that tells me we’re not alone.
Selene is already sitting up beside me, her eyes narrowing as she focuses on the treeline. I can see it in her too—the awareness, the readiness. She’s learning fast, faster than I ever expected.
“Someone’s there,” she whispers, her voice tight with tension.
I nod, my gaze scanning the thick underbrush. “Get ready. They’ll be coming for you.”
The movement becomes clearer now, shapes shifting between the trees, and I curse under my breath. Shadows . They’re here, hunting us just like we’re hunting her. And with the dawn, there’s little I can do to stop them.
Selene shifts beside me, her posture stiffening. She looks at me, her brow furrowed in concern. “What do we do?”
I force a smirk, even though the situation is anything but amusing. “We run. For now.”
The sound of footsteps grows louder, closer, and my heart pounds in my chest. We’re out of time. I push myself to my feet, stumbling slightly before regaining my balance. Selene is already standing, her eyes darting between the trees and back to me.
“Lucien...” she says softly, her voice barely audible.
I glance at her, feeling the strange tug of something deeper between us. But now’s not the time for it. Not yet.
“Go,” I growl, my voice sharper now. “I’ll catch up. ”
She hesitates for a split second, her eyes locking onto mine. And then she runs.
As I watch her disappear into the trees, the shadows closing in around us, I can’t help but feel the familiar pull of frustration and something dangerously close to longing.
Damn her.