Chapter 19 #2
His cheek rubbed mine, and I breathed him in, indulging in his sweet coppery scent. It was mixed with something else, something spicy that made me think of the mountains. I memorized it, committing it to a safe place and tucking it away.
Lukas’s lips nibbled at my cheekbone, and then my jaw, the low scruff of his unshaved face brushing against my skin. My pulse was thready, my heart intermittently speeding and slowing as he let more of his weight pin me to the bed.
He was making his way to my neck, and I feared my heart would stop.
The insane thought that it was a good thing it was an immortal vampire doing this to me instead of someone else crossed my mind and a nervous giggle escaped me.
He gave the edge of my jaw a quick nip at the sound and then started kissing my neck.
My arms were freed, and I reached for his back, sliding my hands up and down, feeling his muscles contract as he moved. He gripped my hip before tucking his fingers around my thigh and pushing my legs apart.
A finger dragged along my seam from front to back. My core was almost embarrassingly slick, and I heard him groan in appreciation, right in my ear. My nails dug into his upper arms when he dragged two digits through my folds.
I’m pretty sure I whimpered when he found my clit and circled two fingers around it. I clawed at him, needing him closer than he was, digging into his skin until he shifted more of his weight, his body enveloping mine.
His caress teased, circling where I needed him to touch me the most. It didn’t matter how I angled my hips as I writhed beneath him. He was quick, anticipating my moves and leaving me dangling on the edge.
All my frustration did was spur him on. It seemed as if his self-satisfaction had gathered in the air all around us. I could feel his smugness. My nails dug into his back in response, and he thrust two fingers inside of me, curling his fingers just right to hit the spot.
Before I could sail over that sweet edge, he withdrew and nestled between my legs, his hot cockhead nudging my entrance. I tried to scooch down, not wanting him to delay any longer. I told myself I was absolutely insane, but I didn’t stop wiggling.
Lukas wrapped a hand around the side of my neck. That did it, that made me freeze. The pressure was just enough to leave me mildly worried. If the pressure of his grasp increased just the slightest, I wouldn’t be able to breath at all.
It felt like two of the finest razor blades against my neck, lightly skirting the surface of my neck. I felt the flick of his tongue, felt my heart beating against it. The sting of the scratch was mild, and coupled with my heightened desire, it felt like a drug.
My ears rang and my head buzzed and then he bit into me, holding me in place as my head tried to shoot up off the pillow.
The sound of his teeth breaking my skin was like nothing I ever heard before, and the pain beyond anything I had ever experienced.
I’m pretty sure I screamed, but I couldn’t hear anything, not over the groan of ecstasy that was followed by his swallows.
As he lapped, the pain receded, transforming into the most intense bliss I ever could have dreamed of.
This was what I was holding back from? It was transformative in the best possible way, as crazy as that sounded to me. I don’t know what I was picturing, but this? This wasn’t it.
Waves of pleasure swirled all around me, inside and over my skin, and then he pushed inside, stretching me to what felt like the breaking point, despite my readiness. My head fell back as he released me and laid an arm beside my cheek.
“Now, you’re mine,” Lukas hissed in my ear, his voice deep with his own pleasure.
Through a haze of lust, I gazed up at him.
At this point, if I stared at him long enough, that might be enough to make me come.
His eyes were still dark, the black taking over almost all of the white, but this close, I could see little sparks of green, as if his eyes were lit from deep within with tiny shreds of glitter.
He looked dangerous. He looked sexy. He looked nothing like what a human should look like.
But he is mine now, too.
Willing him to move, I squirmed underneath him and slid my hands over his chest, admiring the hard planes of muscle and the feel of his smooth skin beneath my palms. His thrust himself forward and slowly pulled himself back, letting me feel every bump, ridge, and vein of his cock.
The feeling that flew through my veins left me delirious, and I begged him for more before pulling his hair and dragging his face to mine.
Slanting my mouth over his, I kissed him, keeping a fistful of his hair. A rumble left his chest, and he gripped my chin, tangling his tongue with mine. My legs instinctively lifted and curled around his waist, keeping him in place as a rhythm developed between us.
While his cock dragged against my sensitive inner walls, my mind went blank, leaving me in a world of stark sensation.
Every stroke filled my mind and soul, burning a path through me that would never be erased.
My breath came out in harsh pants, only broken up by a whimper when he grinded deep inside.
The entire time he braced himself above me, kissing me, leaving his claim over every inch of my skin, I felt the change inside me. He was driving himself into me so deep, I didn’t know where I ended, and he began. I didn’t know if I should scream or moan, all I knew was that it wasn’t enough.
“More,” I moaned, and Lukas bit my bottom lip.
The taste of copper filled my mouth, and he prodded his tongue inside, sucking the liquid away.
Reaching for him, I tried to steer his hand between my legs, but he wouldn’t budge. “Lukas,” I begged.
He rolled me over, and shoved his cock back inside me again, leaving his arm slung under my waist. “Please,” I begged him again.
If he took any longer, I was going to have to take matters into my own hands. The problem was, I wanted his.
Again, I pleaded with him. His answer was a palm across my ass, the stinging slap loud enough to echo. For some reason, I had the feeling he’d been wanting to do that for a long time—and for more reasons than I cared to think about at the moment.
Lukas bent over me again and fisted my hair. He lifted me up, splaying his other hand across my belly, touching me right above my pubic bone. His fingers were tantalizingly close. So close I was gasping for breath. Somehow, I managed to squeeze another “please” out between my jagged exhalations.
His fingers slowly dipped lower, and I felt his lips beside my ear. After several seconds, they reached down farther and he circled my clit, increasing the pressure with each stroke. Then, he pinched me.
With a scream so hard it hurt my throat, I came, my vision going black and pussy clamping around him like a vice.
“Fuck!” I yelled, as the wash of pleasure rushed me, rolling through me like a wave. I went limp in his arms, my arched back softening and settling against his chest.
He flipped me around again like I was a rag doll, with a satisfied smirk in his burning gaze.
Grabbing my hips, he plunged inside of me, and after a few violent strokes, I felt him swell against my inner walls, and his body stiffened.
His hot release warmed me from the inside out and he bent his head, shuddering as he drained inside me, whispering, “Cassia.”
Lukas sagged forward, leaning slightly to the side. He nestled his face into the crook of my neck. Gently he kissed the same spot he’d sank his fangs into and then he relaxed, keeping an arm slung over my belly.
I stared at the canopy of the bed and sighed, enjoying the feel of his legs against mine, even though mine kept randomly shaking.
“Still shaking with fear of me after all that?”
A short laugh grunted out of me, and I tried to slap a hand against his back, but it kind of just flopped against him. This was the Lukas I was falling for—when I let myself. The one that let his guard down and allowed himself to joke like a normal person.
“You know very well that’s not why I am shaking.” I felt his breath against my skin, warm and moist.
Lukas moved a couple inches, and I brushed my fingers through his hair. He shivered and I transferred my touch to his scalp.
“You were going to try and kill me,” he remarked.
I remembered the stiletto. It was now somewhere on the floor beside the bed—unless he’d magicked it out of my reach. Most likely, it was still where it fell. “We don’t need to talk about that,” I snarked. His nails trailed along my arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
What had I been thinking? There was no way I could have killed him. And supposing I had, did I really think I’d make some kind of valiant escape from a castle teeming with the undead?
My heart banged against my ribs. I didn’t really want to kill him. My temper tantrum was a result of our mutual stubbornness.
“What ended up happening to Kiam?” I asked, my voice soft.
Lukas pushed himself up and rolled onto his back. “You’d ask me about another man while my seed is spilling out of you?”
“That’s another thing we don’t actually need to verbalize,” I stated. A bit graphic, if you ask me.
He smirked and then he was on top of me, gripping my chin and staring down. The sheets were tangled around him, and he looked like a Greek God. “Don’t touch another man and you won’t have to worry about your friends. I’m the only one who gets the privilege.”
His hand smoothed down my neck, tracing a path all the way to my waist. Then he was gone, leaving me swiveling my head back and forth. “Where the hell did you go,” I grumbled.
He was nowhere in sight, so I went to the ensuite, intent on cleaning myself up. When I returned, with a fluffy white robe wrapped around me, he was standing by the desk, the missing stiletto on its surface.
When I reached him, he lifted it and placed it in the drawer where I first found it and waved his hand over the panel. I reached over and tried the drawer. It only budged about a half inch.
“I don’t know how you do that,” he grumbled.
“What? It's kind of pretty and I like having it around, just in case.” It wasn’t just the sense of security around Lukas that it had provided me. “But for real, where’s Kiam? He was pretty cool. Is he mad at you still?”
Lukas’s face clouded, and he tucked his hands in his pockets. “He is gone. Went back home.” He glanced at me quickly before tapping a couple of fingers against the desk. “He came back long enough to drop off a surprise for me.”
“You don’t sound pleased.”
He arched a single eyebrow. “I am not. Speaking of which, I need to check on something.”
He pressed a kiss against my forehead and hugged me against his chest, surrounding me with his warmth before he disappeared, again.
As soon as he left, I went back to the desk. I pulled at the drawer again and again, just like I do with the door. It opened. I kept the stiletto.
Why not? It’s beautiful.