Chapter 30
A French fryflies through the air, hitting its target, pelting Luka right on the forehead. It drops into his lap, leaving a bright red glop of ketchup almost directly between his eyes.
“Did you seriously throw a fry at me?” Luka sputters, his navy eyes squinting as he mock-scowls at me.
“Who? Me?” I ask, pointing at myself. That’s one thing I know how to do well. Deny, deny, deny. He has no proof. Okay, so he has no physical proof it was me, and his testament that he saw me do it wouldn’t hold up in a court of law. So technically, I’m off scot-free. “Oh, babe. You’ve got a little something…” I motion to my forehead, biting my lip to stop from laughing.
“You little shit!” With a wave of his hand, the trash between us disappears into thin air, and Luka lunges across the distance, grabbing me before I can get away.
Once again, I find myself pinned beneath him, the mattress cradling my body as he settles above me. Both of my wrists are gripped tightly in his large palms, holding them above my head, and my mind spins with all the dirty and delicious things this could turn into, but oh, how wrong my mind is.
Luka leans forward, his lips puckered like he’s going to kiss me, and my eyes shut on their own accord, waiting for the press of his mouth against mine. My body trembles in anticipation the longer he makes me wait, and right as I’m about to open them to figure out why he hasn’t made a move, something wet presses against my forehead.
“What the… Did you just spit on me?” My eyes shoot open, finding Luka with his forehead pressed against mine, smearing the damn ketchup on my face. “You mother—” He silences my curse by planting his lips on mine, effectively shutting me up.
I struggle to get my hands free even if I’m kissing him back with the same fervor he’s bestowing on me. I want to feel his skin beneath my fingers, to be able to pull him in closer.
He must finally realize that I’m not trying to push him off, so he releases my hands, and they fly straight to his short black hair, scraping my nails across his scalp. He groans into my mouth, grinding his impressive length into my core.
Fuck. Ketchup be damned. I need this man. Now.
My fingers grip the hem of his shirt, gathering it into my fists and slowly working it up his torso. Luka shudders above me and then takes over, ripping his shirt over his head before crashing his lips back to mine and sucking my tongue into his mouth.
Luka slips his hand under my back, holding me impossibly closer to him, not wanting a single inch of space between us. Not that I’ll complain. If I could climb into his skin to be just that much closer to him, I would in a heartbeat.
He breaks off with a sharp gasp, trailing open-mouthed kisses across my cheek, under my ear, and down my throat. He pulls my T-shirt aside, revealing the spot where my neck meets my shoulder, and he bites down, making my pussy beg for his touch.
I moan loudly, wrap my legs around his waist, and grind up into him, needing friction. Gods, I never thought a little pain could feel so damn good.
With a swipe of his tongue, he soothes away the pain of his teeth, leaving behind a delicious ache. Little nibbles follow until he finds my mouth again, kissing me as if the end of the world is knocking on our doorstep.
I turn my head, breathing heavily and effectively breaking the kiss, but it doesn’t faze him as he goes back to sucking on my neck. “Luka,” I whimper. “I need you.”
“Anything you need, goddess. Anything,” he murmurs into my skin, scraping his teeth along my flesh. My back arches up into him, the ache between my legs intensifying.
“Please,” I beg, needing him more than I need air to breathe.
“Fuck,” he hisses as he sits back on his heels, staring down at me like I’m his world. His one and only. “Are you sure, goddess? We don’t have to. I’d be happy to kiss you all night long and leave it at.”
Be still my beating heart.
Sitting up, I clasp his cheeks and pull him down, pressing my messy forehead against his. “More than anything. I want you. This. Us. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something so badly.” I debate a moment before adding, “I want you to be my first.”
Heat banks in his eyes as he pulls away and digests my words. “Your first. You mean you’ve never…” he trails off, shaking his head like he can’t believe what I’m saying.
“Never,” I murmur, heat rising to my cheeks at the admission.
“Fuck. I’m one lucky bastard.”
Those are his last words spoken as the whole atmosphere shifts in an entirely different direction. Gone are the hard, bruising kisses and the rough touches. HIs kisses have turned soft, sweet, sensual even. Every press of his lips feels like he’s imprinting himself into my soul. Which, in a way, he is.
His fingers tug at my shirt, and I lift my arms, our kiss breaking as he pulls it above my head, leaving me in a sports bra and joggers. They may not be sexy to most men, but Luka looks at me like I’m wearing the finest lingerie money can buy.
Luka carefully wipes the ketchup from my forehead and his before his hands flex around my T-shirt like he isn’t sure where to touch first. He must make a decision because the shirt goes flying over his shoulder before he leans back over me, soft kisses raining down on my skin as he works his way toward my pants. I suck a breath when he nips my hip bone, his fingers tucking into my waistband then drawing them down my legs.
Left in nothing but a sports bra and boy short panties, I have to fight the urge to cover myself from his gaze. I almost wish we’d gotten those things at Aly’s Lace so I would have been better prepared for a night like this.
My demigod bites his lip as he glances up at me from beneath his long lashes, and something akin to love shines in his blue eyes, but I ignore it, knowing it’s only wishful thinking. Even though I’m nowhere near ready for something as love. It’s all consuming, and I’m too much of a mess right now for someone to be in love with me.
One day.
“So tell me, goddess.” Those sinful lips tip up in a smirk. “Has anyone been down here? Touched or tasted this pussy?” He swipes his fingers across the gusset of my panties, over what I can guarantee is a massive wet spot. He has me so damn turned on, I flooded my panties at the first kiss.
I nod my head, almost scared to admit that Axel was there before him.
“Mmmm, and what did that bloodsucker do, goddess?” A slick tongue traces the band of my panties, leaving me panting for breath.
“He…he fingered me,” I choke out, squeezing my eyes shut as his tongue dips below the material, flicking softly against my skin.
“Nothing else?”
“N-no. We were inter-interrupted.” Luka rears back, staring at me with wide eyes.
“By who?” His brows furrow, waiting for my answer.
“Jasper,” I breathe.
“And did it turn my goddess on to know he was there?” He sits back as his fingers curl into my panties, slowly pulling them down. I lift my hips to help him get them over my ass, then relax back into the bed as he pulls them off completely, leaving me bare before him.
“No.”
“Liar.”
Fuck.
Strong hands grip my calves, spreading me wide open. Luka sucks in a harsh breath, his fiery gaze hot on my bare pussy. His unwavering attention makes my thighs quiver with the need to close them, but before I can, Luka drops back between my spread legs, watching my cunt clench around nothing.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he coos, dragging his nose across my pubic bone, deeply inhaling my arousal. “And you smell delicious.”
“Please, Lu,” I beg again, needing his touch desperately.
“Please what, goddess? Do you want my tongue?” He swipes said tongue through my folds, groaning as he laps up my want for him. “Do you want my fingers?” A thick appendage presses against my opening, the pressure absolutely divine. “Tell me, Bailey.”
“All of it,” I whimper, shifting my hips, wishing he’d give me what I crave.
“As you wish.”
I cry out when his finger pushes into my channel, the slight scrape of his nail along my walls heightening the euphoric feeling. Shoving up on my elbows, I look down, watching Luka as he watches me back for any tells. Almost immediately, he hits the same deep spot Axel did, making my eyes roll back in my head.
“Mmmm, there it is.” His fingertip brushes across that spot over and over again until I’m trembling from head to toe. “Such a tight little pussy, too. I’ll have to stretch you out so I don’t hurt you.” His finger retreats, leaving me feeling empty, only to rip a groan from me as he replaces the one with two. “So tight. So perfect. Fuck. I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”
Everything turns hazy when his mouth joins the mix, licking, sucking, and nibbling at my clit. Intense pressure builds as he scissors his fingers inside of me, the delicious stretch sending me soaring toward the clouds.
Teeth scrape across my clit before Luka murmurs, “Come for me, goddess.” And I do. It’s like my body was waiting for his permission before it sent plummeting to the ground from the heavens.
My cries pierce the air, Luka’s name a reverent chant leaving my lips over and over again.
“That’s it, goddess. Give it all to me.”
Tears of bliss fall down my cheeks as I squeeze my eyes shut, whimpering as his wet fingers slip out of me. His name quickly becomes a plea as he replaces his finger with his mouth, cleaning up the mess he made between my thighs.
Everything becomes a little too sensitive, and I clamp my legs around Luka’s head, gripping his hair and pulling until he gets the hint. As soon as he does, he crawls up from between my thighs, a satisfied smile gracing his face.
My breaths are harsh as I work to get my breathing under control, but it’s no use. Luka quickly steals my breath for his own as he crashes his lips against mine, which I return with just as much fervor. The kiss is messy. Dirty. And I can taste my own arousal on his tongue. It should disgust me, but it doesn’t. It turns me on so much more knowing he wanted to share it with me.
The harsh kisses turn soft once more, and my soul practically cries out to be joined with his. To make us complete. One single entity.
“Goddess,” he murmurs, dotting a few more kisses to my nose, lips, and cheeks. “We don’t have to go any further if you don’t want to. I don’t want to pressure you. I’m more than content with what we did.” I rear back, not expecting that. Doesn’t he feel the same all-consuming need to come together I do?
“Please don’t stop, Lu. It hurts so badly.” I rub my breastbone right where it feels like my soul is reaching out to his, ready to tear from my body to get to him.
“Fuck.” He rubs the same spot on his chest before his movements become frantic, divesting himself of the rest of his clothes and the one remaining piece of cloth covering my body. “Holy hell. You’re absolutely stunning, goddess.”
Heat sweeps across my chest and rises up into my cheeks at his words. Ever since I’ve gained my runes, I’ve felt like less than in comparison to others. No longer do I have the smooth, unblemished skin. Now I’m covered literally, almost head to toe. I could barely look at myself in the mirror because of it. But now? With how Luka stares down at me like I’m a real goddess, as he calls me, I’m starting to see them in a different light.
“We’re going to take this slow, goddess.” A foil wrapper pops into existence in his hand, but I’m too choked up by the sight of the thing between his legs to question where it came from. He’s large. No. No. I don’t think large fits what he is. Massive. Yeah, that’s a better description for what he’s planning to impale me with. Slow or not, that’s going to hurt.
He tears the condom wrapper open with his teeth before slowly rolling the rubber down his impressive cock, and I know I should be scared. Frightened even that he’s going to split me in two. But he wouldn’t be my soulmate if I couldn’t handle it.
“Ready, goddess?” He gives himself a few pumps, squeezing the large mushroom tip in his fist.
In answer, I spread my legs once more, inviting him to take what’s his.
He climbs back onto the bed, his movements slow as if he’d scare me away if he moved too fast. But I’m not going anywhere.
Luka settles over me once more, pressing his tip to my entrance as he looks deep in my eyes for any sign of hesitation. When he sees none, he gradually inches his way in, taking his time. But no matter how easy he tries to go, it won’t stop the hurt when he breaks through my innocence.
“Breathe, goddess.” The air expels from my lungs in a whoosh, and a harsh cry tears through my throat as Luka takes that moment to thrust all the way in. He quickly gathers me in his arms, shushing my cries and kissing the tears on my face as he holds my trembling body. “Such a good girl. You took that so well. Only a moment longer, I promise.”
The burning ache between my thighs subsides just like he said, and I start to squirm in his hold, ready for him to move.
He must realize this as he pulls out, the delicious friction from his retreat making me moan low in my throat. Then he thrusts back in, only faster this time, bottoming out inside.
My nails find purchase as I cling to his back, needing him to ground me to this moment. If he doesn’t, I may just fly away with the emotions soaring through me.
My magic starts to bubble under my skin, heightening every feeling, every touch, every kiss tenfold. It seeps from my pores, becoming a tangible entity as it dances around our grinding bodies.
“Shit, goddess. You’re so damn tight. I’m not going to last much longer.”
Luka flips our bodies, somehow keeping himself inside of me. Instead of lying down, he remains in a seated position with me on his lap. He feels ten times deeper than before like this, and it pushes me closer to that edge of the mountain I’m desperately climbing.
“That’s it, my beautiful mate. Just like that.” His large hands span my hips, helping to guide me along as I get more comfortable with this position. “Fuck. You look like a queen riding me.”
His words only fuel the burning intensity deep inside, and it doesn’t take long for me to get a steady rhythm down. I alternate between bouncing and grinding, but I find myself grinding down on him more than anything. My clit bumps against his pelvis as I do, stealing my breath each time.
White particles of magic escape from beneath Luka’s flesh, caressing every inch of my body before it shoots above our heads. My magic chases after his, entwining themselves together in almost the same sensual dance we are.
Sweat coats our skin, our bodies slipping together like that old childhood ride, Slip n Slide. I throw my head back with a cry when he bumps my cervix, and he takes advantage, wrapping his tongue around my nipple and sucking it into his mouth. His teeth scrape across the pebbled peak, only sharpening the pleasure even more.
Our pink and white magic flash around the room, illuminating brighter and brighter as my thrusts intensify. Gone is the sweet love making from mere moments ago when he was above me. Now it’s all carnal need coursing through me, my legs tightening around his hips as my movements start to falter.
One arm still bound around my back, Luka reaches between us with the other, not letting the grinding of my hips stop him. His fingers expertly find my clit, pinching the little bundle of nerves and sending me over the cliff.
His name is nothing more than a scream as my body tightens around him, leaving him to fight through the unrelenting grip I have on his cock.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Luka chants, each word accompanying another thrust of his hips as he takes over, fucking me from the bottom. He practically chokes out, “Bailey,” as he pulls my hips down at the same he pushes in as far as he can go, releasing himself in the condom. Even with the thick rubber between us, I can feel every pump of cum, every twitch of his large cock.
The once-flashing magic floating above us explodes like fireworks, raining down upon us as we cling to each other’s sweat-slicked bodies. I suck in a breath when the feeling of my soul fleeing my body tears me into pieces that I’m not sure will ever fit back together the right way. A sob catches in my throat at the loss, and then the little sparks of magic split apart, coiling into their own colors. I expect mine to come back to me, but instead, Luka’s demigod magic pierces my heart at the same moment my pink magic slams into him. All at once, it’s like everything is right in the world again. I’m put back together, remade whole. Only this time, deep in my being, I can feel the ghost of Luka’s soul dancing in time with mine.
“Wow,” I murmur in awe as emotions that aren’t my own flood into me.
Adoration.
Contentedness.
All consuming love.
That last one fills my veins to the brim with happiness even though I’m too scared to analyze how he can feel so damn strongly after such a short time. It doesn’t change the fact, though, that now and forever, this demigod is mine.
As I lean back to cool down, my eyes widen as I find an intricate rune now gracing Luka’s shoulder. One that I know for a fact wasn’t there before. I’d remember seeing the vines that look just like the ones decorating my chest.
“Lu… I…” My fingers shake as I reach out, tracing the delicate design. It feels molded to his skin like mine do, like it’s been there his entire life.
“I’m not the only one with a new mark, goddess.”
“What?”
His knuckles brush across the vine rune; only part of it looks nothing like it did before. It’s been transformed, shaded in with various white, gray, and blue pigments. The rest of the sweeping foliage is plain like all the others, but this one section, this one little part marks me as his.
“My goddess. My mate,” Luka murmurs reverently, holding me tighter than before and keeping me close as he scoots off the bed and heads toward the bathroom where we spend the next few hours cleaning each other and making each other dirty once more.