Lucien Bonus Epilogue
Jamie
The sun beating down on Jamie’s back and the ocean’s current gently rocking the boat had him feeling warm, loose, and pliant. Like Jell-O had replaced all his muscles and he might never be capable of standing up again.
Fine by him.
Especially with Luc’s rough fingers tickling the backs of his thighs while he pressed warm kisses to Jamie’s shoulders, steadily cultivating a pleasant hum of arousal in Jamie’s belly.
“Heaven,” Jamie murmured into the broad arm cushioning his head. “This is heaven.”
“I told you Italy would suit you.”
Jamie hummed his agreement, too lazy and contented to form any more words at the moment.
“Now turn over, my sweet. I have something for you.”
Jamie grumbled a protest, which turned into an easy laugh as Luc grew immediately impatient and manhandled Jamie into position on his back himself. Jamie squinted, the sun bright as hell even with his shades in place.
Luc paused there a moment—on his side, his head resting on his free hand—and looked Jamie over lasciviously.
Jamie knew he was doing it, despite the sunglasses blocking Luc’s eyes, because he could feel it—the tendrils of lust curling through Luc at the sight of Jamie sprawled on his back on the deck.
And no wonder. He’d dressed Jamie in the teeniest, snuggest little black Speedo he could find: Luc’s first purchase once they’d set foot in Europe.
Jamie cocked a brow behind his own shades. “Money well spent?” He shivered as Luc brushed his knuckles along the trail of dark hair that disappeared beneath the Speedo, then circled the tattoo on Jamie’s hip with his finger.
“You have no idea, flower.” Luc proceeded to peel back a bit of the spandex, revealing a strip of much paler skin. “But you’re bound to get some atrocious tan lines here. Perhaps you should sunbathe in the nude instead.”
Jamie huffed, closing his eyes to better enjoy Luc’s wandering hand. “Um, we may be kind of far out, but other boats could still come by.”
“If you had allowed me to rent the yacht I wanted instead of this dingy sailboat, we’d have all the privacy we need.”
Fucking snob. Their dingy sailboat was brand fucking new, over forty feet, and more than big enough for the two of them. But Jamie only laughed at his vampire’s snootiness. “We compromised, didn’t we? You get the yacht when my family arrives.”
Jamie couldn’t wait to see the look on his mother’s face. They’d always lived comfortably, no complaints there, but she hadn’t been pampered nearly enough in her life. Jamie was happy to change that for her. He opened his eyes to peer at Luc again. “And it’s weird that vampires can tan at all.”
Luc shrugged, his fingers drifting along Jamie’s hip. “Our hair grows, as do our nails. Our bodies function as they will. And I’m grateful for it. How beautiful you are, skin kissed by the sun.”
Jamie smirked. “Always seducing me.”
“As if you need it.”
True enough. Jamie’s cock was already plumping in his tight Speedo, simply from the effect of having Luc’s eyes on him, his absent-minded touch stroking along Jamie’s skin.
“You said you had something for me.” Jamie bent one knee and nudged it against the growing bulge in Luc’s own tiny swim briefs.
“It wouldn’t happen to be your dick, would it? ”
Luc scoffed at him. “As if I would be so lacking in class.” He smirked down at Jamie. “That’s for later.” He opened his fist, and a flash of green sparkled in the sunlight.
Jamie rose onto his elbows for a better look. “Are those fucking emeralds?” He gawked at the treasure in Luc’s hold. There was a necklace, a pair of matching little green studs.
“Mm. Jewels for my jewel. They’ll stand out against the outfit I have planned for you tonight.”
“Let me guess…white linen?”
Luc grinned wolfishly.
Sun-drenched laziness forgotten, Jamie sat up so Luc could clasp the necklace around his neck, then carefully replace the black studs in his ears. “I thought I was your flower, not your jewel,” Jamie mused.
“You are my flower. And my jewel. My sweet. My everything.” Luc pressed a kiss on his neck with every new moniker.
Jamie twisted his torso so he was facing his mate, cocking a brow. “Well? How do I look?”
“Gorgeous.”
Jamie pressed a swift kiss to Luc’s lips. “Thank you, monster.”
He then laid himself back down on his belly on his sun-warmed towel, hiding his grin in the crook of his elbow at the powerful sulk he could feel burning into his back. “What’s wrong?” he asked innocently.
There was a note of petulance in Luc’s voice. “You do not wish to thank me for my gift?”
“Oh, was this a transaction?” Jamie asked airily.
Luc sighed behind him, and Jamie snickered, then casually reached down, curling his fingers into his waistband, and began to slide his Speedo off his hips. “Maybe I’ll sunbathe naked after all.”
Rough fingers followed the path of his swimsuit, raising goose bumps on the backs of Jamie’s thighs. “And if someone should see?”
“You’ll have to cover me with that big, gorgeous body of yours, won’t you, monster?”
“Yes. Yes.”
Jamie listened to the sounds of Luc removing his own swimwear, but instead of his vampire’s body blanketing him, he felt broad fingers spreading his cheeks, then warm breath ghosting over his hole. And finally, a warm, wet tongue.
“Oh fuck,” Jamie sighed as Luc lapped at him. “That’s nice.”
“You taste divine,” Luc growled. “Like peaches. Like salt.”
He began eating Jamie out fervently, and Jamie writhed under his attention, grateful for the towel underneath him. It would have been a major mood killer to get a splinter in his dick.
It was either an endless amount of time or no time at all before he was begging, his cock hard as granite. “Please, Luc. Fill me up.”
“Here I thought we were just enjoying the sun.”
But Luc was already moving to comply, sun-warmed lube trailing over Jamie’s hole, the thick head of Luc’s cock nudging at Jamie’s entrance.
He slid into Jamie like he belonged there, and Jamie sighed again with pleasure, the sound cutting off with a gasp as Luc’s hand circled his throat, pressing his new emeralds into Jamie’s neck.
“What do you say, flower?”
Jamie briefly considered teasing his vampire a little more, but he was out of patience for games, desperate to be fucked properly. “Thank you for my gift, Lucien.”
Luc fucked him slowly, almost lazily. Jamie loved it. He still craved the frantic, animalistic fucking, the rough treatment—especially after a feed. But he loved even more that Luc had grown comfortable enough in their bond to savor Jamie, sipping at his body like a fine wine.
Still, Jamie couldn’t help pleading as the pleasure swirled in his belly, his balls tightening against his body. “Harder.”
“Hush,” Luc reprimanded, his voice husky with lust. But he lifted Jamie’s hips, going not harder but deeper, brushing against that perfect spot, and Jamie moaned happily.
“Fuck yes. Oh fuck, Luc.”
“Mm, you need to be filled all the way up, don’t you, flower? Need a cock deep within you every minute of every day.”
A blatant exaggeration, but Jamie was all for it in his current state. It felt like that sometimes, like he would be happy permanently joined to his monster.
Luc continued fucking him with the deep, fluid thrusts, moans punching out of Jamie with every press of Luc’s hips. The warmth in Jamie’s belly spread up to his chest, his spine, the tips of his fingers and toes, and then he was coming, untouched, cock spurting onto his towel.
“Fuuuuck.”
Luc grunted in approval, burying himself deep, grinding against Jamie as he found his own release, his breath hot against Jamie’s neck, his fingers tightening against Jamie’s throat.
Jamie relished the pressure, the hold his vampire had on him.
As soon as Luc loosened that grip, Jamie collapsed into a warm, sated puddle. “Mm. What a gentle, sweet lover you’ve become, monster.”
Luc bit at his shoulder with blunt teeth, his weight pressing Jamie into the deck. “Stop goading me, or I’ll fuck you rough and wild with your family in the next room over, just to see if you can control your desperate screams. Do you think you could manage it, flower?”
Jamie only laughed, unbelievably happy. “Pervert.”
Hours later, after they’d both first rinsed off in the warm sea, then dried off in the warm sun—watching it set on the horizon, turning the water a vibrant, rosy pink—Luc was brushing the sleeves of Jamie’s linen jacket.
“Don’t I look a bit slutty with a jacket and no shirt?” Jamie asked, eyeing himself critically in the mirror of their boat cabin. Luc had buttoned the two middle buttons of the jacket, but Jamie still had an awful lot of chest showing, set off by the emeralds glittering against his neck.
“Mm. You do,” Luc agreed with satisfaction, smirking at Jamie’s glower. “Don’t change it.”
Jamie arched a brow. “I get a cigarette after dinner, then.”
Smoking wasn’t harmful to him anymore, not with his new vampire status, but Luc still insisted the smoke detracted too much from Jamie’s natural scent.
Luc inclined his head in agreement.
“Nice.” Jamie grinned, triumphant.
“Where are we going for dinner?” Luc asked, adjusting the cuffs of his own jacket, a black linen number. (Jamie had teased him mercilessly for the matching outfits, but Luc hadn’t been even the slightest bit ashamed of his choice.)
Jamie shrugged. “I don’t know the name of the neighborhood, but I know I can find it when we dock.”
Jamie had searched in his head for their prey the night before.
He wondered if he’d ever get over it: the relief and joy in being able to direct his visions, in having control over his own mind.
They didn’t use it so much in Tucson (other than one particular visit they’d made to an old man Luc had claimed he had unfinished business with), sticking to smaller meals—ones where the victim didn’t end up a corpse—so as not to ruffle the twins’ feathers or cause themselves any permanent trouble.
But their trips abroad were fair game for a little bloodshed.
Jamie never felt more powerful than when he was taking down some scum of the earth with his fearsome monster at his side.
Jamie’s own inner vampire didn’t seem to crave the killings—not the way it craved Luc’s cock, for instance—but he could tell it pleased Luc’s monster that they still allowed him his occasional reign of terror.
They’d have to be careful with the body this time; Jamie didn’t want a police search messing with his family’s vacation. They were joining them for two weeks of Izzy’s summer break, flying into Naples tomorrow.
“I’m going to get blood all over this white linen,” Jamie mused, stroking the front of his jacket.
Luc smirked at him in the mirror. His green eyes matched Jamie’s new jewels, but even with the vibrant color, Jamie would swear he could still see the shadows dancing behind them sometimes. “I know, flower. It will look divine.”
“As long as we’re decent in the morning. We need to leave early to get to the airport in time. And I promised Izzy pizza the moment she got here.”
“I have some spots in mind. And a bakery your mother will adore.”
Jamie couldn’t help how his grin widened at Luc’s words.
His monster took such care with Jamie’s family.
He’d noted Jamie’s mother’s sweet tooth—something she did her best to hide even from her children—and was always bringing her special treats.
Izzy he treated like a little princess, and he never once lost his temper when Eric peppered him with questions about his work or his past or a million other things everyone else knew not to ask about.
“You’re a big softie, you know that?”
Luc wrapped his broad hand once again around the front of Jamie’s neck, pressing lightly. “Will you still be saying that when I rip out our dinner’s throat?”
“Well, maybe not in that exact moment…”
“I am soft for you and yours. No one else.”
Jamie loved the truth in that statement more than Luc would ever know. “I love you, monster. So much it hurts sometimes.”
“And I you. There is no pain on earth as exquisite as the grip you have on my heart, flower.”
Jamie supposed some might have seen their declarations as morbid, but they were perfect for him. Luc was perfect for him. Jamie had always known it. “Aren’t you glad I saw you in my dreams?”
He liked to take credit, even if Luc had technically found him first. He felt it kept his vampire humble.
Luc rolled his eyes. “I thank fate every day for the gift of you. Now—” He gave Jamie a firm swat on the ass. “Let’s go kill a sadist.”