Chapter 14 Lucian
Lucian
When Sawyer’s heart rate returns to normal, my fear of her freezing to death passes, and her wine glass is nearly finished, I drag her onto my lap, intending to finish what we started earlier.
There are two ways I’ve yet to claim her, to make her mine wholly, utterly, and irrevocably, to ensure there’s no chance of leaving me behind.
First, we’ll start with the one that’ll give her a taste of immortality.
Keep, keep, keep rolls through my head as I shed the blanket from her shoulders and toss it to the side, rubbing my hands up and down her sides.
She lifts onto her knees and lets me claim her mouth, pressing her chest into mine as her hands slide up my arms and hook into my neck.
She digs her nails in a little, earning a growl.
A pressure that’d be painful to humans, but only makes me hard.
“Are you going to bite me again?”
“Oh, I’m going to do a whole lot more than that to you.”
Her hands slip down my chest until diving beneath my shirt to pull it up my body. I break from her long enough to lose it, but lean back at her insistence, letting her hands explore.
She pushes me to the flat of my back, and though I have a different plan for her tonight—one created earlier when she was sitting by the window—curiosity has me remaining beneath her, letting her touch me.
“It’s insane,” she murmurs. “So much speed, so much strength, all in a body that appears no different than a regular person’s.”
Soon you’ll have the same.
She sits back and drags her fingers over my chest, stomach, and hips until reaching my jeans. She unhooks the button and unzips me, all while biting her bottom lip, and then takes me in her hand.
Naked except the scrap between her legs and the bra that’ll be torn from her momentarily, I observe her sexy confidence as she strokes my cock, her thumb coming up to spread precum around.
Forever like this looks pretty damn good.
She strokes me for a moment, twisting her hand and using the ideal amount of pressure. Immortal will prevents me from approaching my orgasm before I’m ready to, and she and I have quite the night ahead planned.
As she lowers down to take me into her mouth, I stop her with a finger beneath her chin. While the thought of filling her mouth makes me even harder, this is her vacation, and therefore, all about her.
“Are you mine?”
She licks her bottom lip and nods. Eyes filled with lust confirm I could ask anything of her, and my little human would provide.
My thumb presses down on the place she licked, and her lips suck the digit, a tease for what she’d do to my cock if I allowed her to. I push down on her tongue until her mouth opens, and then sit up, taking those parted lips for myself.
As my tongue claims every inch of her mouth, I grab her by the back of her thighs and raise her around my hips as I get to my feet and carry her over to the large window she’s so captivated with. Now, she’ll have another reason to be fascinated with it.
It overlooks the backside of the cabin, the trees a barely visible jagged line and the blanket of snow coming right up to the pane.
After depositing her by the window, I run around to turn off all the overhead lights, and even switch off the tree, ending the glare reflecting in the glass.
With the fire providing a barely there glow across the room, and the window no longer mirroring us, the forest becomes visible.
The moon’s above, glowing over promises of her future.
More trips to Banff, both in summer and winter, and every other lake in this damn country or even continent she dreams about.
The oceans on either coast, and perhaps even the Territories up north, into temperatures and a landscape immortality will make simpler.
Every city, every town, every forest will be hers to explore with me beside her.
Then, we’ll take the rest of the world on.
“So pretty.” She rests her hand on the pane, pressing closer to glance around the backyard.
“It’s good you think so, since you’ll be looking at it for a while.”
Coming up behind her, my hands slide up her sides, her skin silk beneath my fingertips. I reach the edges of her bra and unhook it, dropping it to her feet before cupping her breasts, plucking at her nipples until they’re hard.
“The forest’s as lovely as my view’s about to be.”
She’s gorgeous as is, but Sawyer coming on my cock will beat out everything from my lifetime.
Desire begins altering her scent, and her thighs press together. By the time she passes out in a few more hours, I vow to make every surface of this place smell like her—like this scent right here.
Brushing her hair off her neck, I lower my face into the curve. My teeth, which extended somewhere around the time her hand stroked my cock, scrape against her skin. Temptation to sink into her grows, but all be in due time.
“Do it,” she whispers, arching into me. One hand lifts to come around behind her and find the back of my head. I grab it before she makes contact.
“Soon.” A quick nip that doesn’t break her skin. I take her second hand and rest both, palms flat, against the glass with mine smoothing down on top. “Keep them here.”
My perfect little human bobs her head.
My fingers hook into her panties to inch them down her thighs and discard them to the side. She won’t be wearing them for a while. In fact, after this, I may very well rip up all her underthings so she’ll never conceal her body from me.
The sweet scent of her arousal fills my nose, and oh, how I long to get on my knees, to lift her thigh over my shoulder and sink my tongue inside her heat, my fangs into her thigh. To take in both her flavours.
My throbbing cock likes the idea too, but there are different plans to experience first.
“Difficult to see in such low light,” I muse, tracing goosebumps up her thighs and over her hip, towards her stomach.
I pause, letting anticipation grow until she’s moving beneath me, and then give her what she’s craving.
My finger slides through her wetness until she gasps, the reflection revealing how her eyes flutter shut beneath my ministrations.
“How’s it feel to have weak vision? To feel everything I do, but barely able to see any of it.
I can, and let me say, it’s a sight to behold.
Every shiver, every goosebump… You’ll have to completely trust me.
Trust my sight over yours; trust me to give you pleasure your senses aren’t required for. ”
“Yes,” she breathes.
I push her lower back until her hips jut and her breasts land against the cool glass with a hiss between clenched teeth.
Still, she doesn’t complain, and my hands drift over her hips.
My foot moves between hers to kick her legs apart where I rub her pussy again, alternating between her clit, which creates delicious little gasps, and dipping inside her, which has her arching into me.
I swap hands to use my fist to stroke myself, coating myself in her desire.
“So, so beautiful, Sawyer. Like my own Christmas miracle.”
“I’m no miracle.”
“On the contrary. Two centuries of wandering until you crashed into my life. You’re a Christmas miracle, a holiday treat, and a star within the endless darkness.”
And my future mate.
She gasps when I fuck her again with my fingers, this time adding two and reaching deeper. I twist and curl, preparing her for three.
“Once done fucking your cunt, I’ll drink from your thighs, and then your breasts”—my free hand plucks her nipples—“and finally, here.” A third finger slides inside her, making her gasp and then exhale deeply as her body tries to relax and stretch.
“You’ll be my holiday feast. I may just leave you in this position until the sun comes up, so I can return for your pussy or blood any time the craving hits.
Only when your legs give up, and when you’ve screamed my name to the point your throat is raw, will I grant you reprieve. ”
Moisture flushes between her thighs and all over my fingers, her core clenching tight as her hips rotate between chasing the high or stilling, overstimulation taking her out.
“Just the thought of all that had you coming. My, Sawyer, I’m certainly in for a lifetime of fun with you.”
“Yes.” She has no idea what she’s truly agreed to.
When she’s panting and her nails attempt digging through the glass, I slide my fingers out of her, lift one thigh, and sink deep inside her.
My cock reaches about halfway before pulling out, coating myself, and then thrusting home until she cries the first note in what’ll be an orchestra-worthy song by the end.
“Oh, fuck, you’re—”
Fisting her hair, I arch her head to the side. With her thigh in one hand, her hair in the other, and the window as leverage, she’s entirely at my mercy. Even her attempt to rock into me is pathetic. She doesn’t have the control she believes she does.
My thrusts push her into the window, but the grip on her leg always brings her back. There’s no depth that’s deep enough—nothing will ever be enough. Everything about Sawyer is addicting and perfect, but her body? It’s my new definition of forever.
“You’re fucked, Sawyer.”
“Evidently,” she manages between pants, completely missing the point.
She’s fucked because there won’t be a day I go without being inside her. She’s fucked because she just secured her soul to mine, and there will be no other option for her.
As she nears her orgasm, my gaze catches on the scars littering her neck. Scars I’ll be replacing with my own marks.
Without further warning, I sink my teeth into her neck and drink deeply. She flinches at first, but immediately untenses. One hand leaves the glass and slides into my hair, pushing my teeth in harder. It’ll probably bruise her, matching the one my fingertips will decorate her thighs with.
Her pussy greedily sucks my cock, the flavour of her blood changes ever so slightly. I release her thigh to cup her neck as I lean us both into the window, pounding her roughly through her orgasm.
As she comes down, hot air spreads over the glass from her deep exhales. She laughs lightly and drops her hand, so I unhook my fangs from her neck, though I’m far from finished with her.
“That was…holy shit.”
“The first of many,” I warn, seconds before twisting her around until her back is against the glass, and I’m lifting her up. Her legs wind my waist as I sink inside her.
This time, I drink from those perfect little breasts, never lingering for long so by the time she orgasms again, her chest is covered in bite marks. I come as well, filling her up, but immortality means there’s no end to this night, not until she begs me to.
Although I toyed with the idea of leaving her against the window, I also promised myself to fuck her on every surface. So, when I carry her over to the tree she adores so much and flick back on the lights, placing her on her hands and knees in front of it, she trembles.
“Again?”
“Forever,” I reply, sliding inside her again.