Chapter 5 Vyslan #2
I heave a sigh. So much for delicate direction.
“Luciu, are you interested in a fully-fledged husband experience, or in name only? The kiss leaves things open to interpretation. With this many people, some of whom have strong personalities and a lot of history with her, some clear communication about the direction you’d like to go might be in order. ”
Gracie blinks at me a few times. There’s a delicate blush on the apples of her cheeks, but she doesn’t try to deny it.
I haven’t known her long, but that first night felt to me like it was a turning point for her.
I’ve enjoyed watching her dictate things or give an order, then act surprised when Ezra and I jump to do her bidding.
That doesn’t mean I am her puppy. That’s firmly Ezra’s role.
But my inclinations leave a lot of flexibility.
I like that she isn’t backing away from the truth.
She’s attracted to Luciu. And she trusts me enough to have read the room and be aware of this little fact.
Luciu carefully folds up the last bit of his burger in the wrapper and thrusts it into the black bag.
That done, he clasps his hands together in what I think is an effort to control his anxious fidgeting.
“I’m torn. Do I keep telling you I’m just lucky to be here and happy about it?
Or do I infodump everything going on in my head?
I keep thinking I’m going to say the wrong thing and get booted out of here.
I don’t really know how this should go. What I should do. Or what anyone’s expectations are.”
“There really isn’t a wrong answer,” Gracie says. “And Vys is right. I know what everyone here wants from me, except you. Do you want a workshop and a copy of my schedule? A room with an external entrance, never to be seen again? Or what?”
“I mean, if I’m honest?” Luciu squares his shoulders and looks at Gracie with a moment of confidence.
He’s a softer spoken, more mild-mannered man.
Very go-with-the-flow. But this looks good on him.
He’s younger than everyone except Gracie.
But I quite like this glimpse of the man he’s going to grow into.
“You’re my ideal woman. I don’t know how to say that without sounding crass right now.
And the idea that… Fuck. The idea that you’re my wife?
I… Like, I don’t yet know how to process that because my life never works out this great.
I guess I’m braced for a shoe to drop, or whatever.
I’m scared to hope this is my reality. In a good way, I mean.
You’re beautiful and seem like someone I’d enjoy spending time with.
The only negative here is how we got… Bound up. ”
He keeps fidgeting with his clasped hands, but his attention is wholly on her.
Which gives me the opportunity to just look at them.
Their energies flow together naturally. And their auras are complementary.
Not the same. But close. Ezra, Puck, Darius, and I are something more like opposites.
But I think Luciu is cut from the same cloth as Gracie.
And that will give them a special bond. Someone who understands her in a way the rest of us cannot.
She takes a moment to study him and chew her food before speaking. “A week ago, I’d have told you those fears were founded. I mean, there’s always a shoe about to drop, right?”
He chuckles. “Yeah.”
Her gaze narrows, and she tilts her chin up, staring at the ceiling thoughtfully.
“I feel a bit like I’m a different person because of them.
Vys and Ezra have changed my mind about a lot of things.
I don’t know if we’ll all even like each other once we really get to know one another.
But… I’d like to try. I can’t promise anything.
And I don’t expect you to promise me anything either. I’m just… Open to new possibilities.”
She says the last bit, looking at Luciu.
There’s palpable chemistry between them, and I quite like the way the very air seems to spark with the promise of more. Not to mention there’s this delicious fragrance of arousal that smells so very sweet to me.
These two are very into each other. And me, being the demon that I am, can’t help but give them a little push.
I clap my hands together. “That was great. Do we feel better now? More grounded?”
Gracie snorts and rolls her eyes before taking the last bite of her burger. She gives me a thumbs-up.
I rub my hands together while she watches me. I’m something of a glutton even with the heat pretty much over. “We’ll have to talk about the Puck situation another time, because I am famished. I rather like him. Quite intense, but very devoted.”
“Vys,” Gracie hisses.
Luciu grabs the bag I haven’t yet touched. “I didn’t know what you wanted on your burger…”
“Sorry, mate. That’s not what sustains me, though I do enjoy a good meat sandwich.” I wink at him and grab the comforter still draped over my legs. “If you’re staying, you’re playing.”
“Vyslan!”
Gracie kicks her legs as I shimmy and crawl under the blanket.
“W-what is he doing?” Luciu’s voice vibrates with laughter. “Um, should I leave?”
I skim my hand up her bare leg. After her massage, she only threw on one of those gargantuan sleep shirts she keeps stuffed in her dresser. Which means she’s completely bare underneath.
“Goddess,” she grumbles.
“I’ll just, uh, go. Yeah.” Luciu’s voice has gone up almost an octave, but he can’t fool me. The man is horney for my witch, and I’m going to enjoy poking them both to see how long it takes them to jump each other.
“You could make out with her,” I say from under the blanket as I grab Gracie’s left knee and throw it over my shoulder. “She prefers to be kept busy while I’m feasting.”
She makes an adorable oompf noise as I drag her ass down until I can bury my face against her pussy. She shifts and squeals a bit, but we both know how much she enjoys feeding me.
“Sorry about him,” she says. “You don’t have to stay.”
I roll my eyes.
It’s the pause and utter lack of sound that makes me wish I could see their faces.
“Do… You want me to stay?” Luciu asks.
I think my sweet witch needs a tiny push. That’s why I lick up between her legs, tasting her wetness and arousal. Immediately, her hips arch up off the bed, pressing against me, and I oblige. I’ve given them the opportunity to explore that spark. It’s up to them to take it or not.
I slide my hands up under her ass, open my mouth, and delve into her with my tongue.
“Oh, fuuuuuuuck,” she moans.
There’s some rustling fabric and the bed dips. But not like Luciu is leaving. No.
Grinning, I turn my attention to my witch, and let her feed me as I lap and suckle her flesh.
There’s movement next to me, and the comforter is pushed down a bit. Just enough to give me a glimpse of Luciu leaning over Gracie. She’s got a hand wrapped around the back of his head, her fingers making a mess of his curls, as their lips slide against each other.
Beautiful.
This is what I’m going to protect. These people and the life we’re building.
I flick my tongue deep within her and relish the way her entire body undulates. If we had more time, I’d tease her and drink from her well longer. But Ezra is waiting, and our witch is ready for what the future holds.
Reaching up, I rub her clit. It takes three passes before the leg thrown over my shoulder goes tight, her heel driving into my back. Luciu swallows her scream of pleasure, and I just know we’ve found a good bedfellow in him. I think he’ll fit in nicely with Gracie’s little harem.