Chapter 28
Iswallow and nod. Luc presses forward at a slow pace, the head of his cock stretching the muscles of my ass. At the first burning pinch, I wince.
Sure, I’ve done anal before, but not with someone as huge as Luc. And, apparently, I didn’t have the foresight to practice with my toys. Oops.
Circled pressure on my clit has my muscles relaxing, easing the burn a bit. “You okay?” His baby blues shimmer with such sincerity.
“More lube. A lot more.” How does one inch feel like twelve?
Luc chuckles, the thick vibrations quaking through his body and into mine where we’re joined. I squirm and wiggle, anything to ease the ache.
Cool liquid hits my inflamed pussy, rolling down to where I’m impaled on Luc’s cock. “More?” One dark eyebrow lifts.
I nod, lifting a shoulder. “Better safe than sorry.”
Another burst of lube has me trembling. From the cold or the anticipation, I’m not really sure.
After he tosses the bottle to the side, Luc’s warm hands grip my hips, lifting me slightly as he eases his hips forward.
The extra lubrication is just what I needed.
The uncomfortable sting and stretch dissipate, morphing into something unbelievably euphoric.
“Yes, Luc. Give me more. Give me all of you.”
His chest rumbles as he presses another glorious inch into me, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.
Another inch, and my pussy ripples and clenches around nothing, begging to be filled. My clit buzzes, beckoning my fingers to it. They blur against the little bud, sending sparks through my veins.
“Here it comes, mon soleil. Hang on.” Then his hips roll like an ocean wave, crashing every last inch of his beautiful uncut cock into me. The breath whooshes from my lungs and my muscles seize, the orgasm taking me by surprise.
Eyes fluttering, there’s a soft brush against my mouth that has my lips curling at the corners. “I knew it would fit. Fucking knew it. Like a glove because you were made for me, Ness.” His whispered words warm every part of my body.
Arms banding around his furry neck, I hold his mouth against mine. “I love you, Luc.” My lids finally open to find a cheeky, crooked grin on his face.
“Je t’aime. Pour toujours.”
Fangs nipping at his bottom lip, I tug. “Now, fuck me, big guy.”
I expect him to unleash on me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he braces on one hand, leans over to the nightstand, and opens the drawer. When he brings his hand back between us, there’s a black U-shaped vibrator in his palm.
I gasp, eyebrows rising. “You bought me a vibrator?” My little sex-crazed heart is primed to explode. Gifts are one of my love languages… along with sex. Lots of sex.
Both of which, Luc seems to understand perfectly.
Luc clicks the button a few times, sending the toy rumbling to life.
“Actually, I bought myself a new teammate.” He drags the toy through my sopping folds, his hungry eyes following its path.
I jolt when the vibrating head rubs against my clit.
“One that will have your sweet ass strangling my cock while you soak us both. Sound good?”
I nod until I think my damn head might fall off. Oh, my big, beautiful bull. So perfect. So thoughtful.
Wrist flipping, Luc meets no resistance when he glides the toy into my opening and nestles the smaller arm against my clit.
Goosebumps dance across my flesh, nipples tightening to stiff peaks. “Ohhhh, that’s amazing,” I drawl, drowning in pleasure.
Somehow, the pleasure intensifies when Luc withdraws a few inches before thrusting forward again.
“Merde, I can feel the vibrations.” The whites of his eyes are visible as his blue irises disappear with a roll.
“I’m not gonna last much longer.” His ears flatten to the sides of his head, and he moans.
“Too good, Ness. You feel too damn good.”
I know what he means. My toes and fingers tingle as my core tightens around the buzzing toy. I’m right on the edge.
In a move so smooth it should be illegal, Luc grips my hips and rolls to his back. Not even a centimeter of his cock slips out of me. “Oh, fuck,” I moan. This position has the toy sinking deeper into my pussy. More pressure is applied to the part against my clit, and it has my back arching.
Luc thrusts into me from below, his deep voice commanding, “Ride it, Ness. It’s yours for the rest of time.”
Lost to the pleasure saturating the air around us, my hips move on their own, guided by Luc’s big hands on my waist.
Breasts heavy and prickling with desire, I lean forward so my sensitive nipples rub against Luc’s hard chest.
“Do it now, Ness. I’m gonna come.” His words are choked, like he’s using every ounce of restraint to stave off his impending orgasm.
My fangs ache, lengthening behind my lips. It’s time.
As soon as my mouth finds the spot on his collarbone where the fur thins, my lips part, and I strike. Sweet, sweet nectar fills my mouth, and I tumble headfirst into my release.
Beneath me, Luc’s fingers bite into my hips, and he slams into me one final time with a bellow. His cock pulses in my ass as every muscle in my lower body locks up tight, and like he proclaimed, I do, indeed, soak us both.
Squelching and squirting around the toy, the dam breaks and my orgasm rocks me to my core.
Surge after surge of his release coats my insides until, finally, he goes still.
Instinct takes over, and I withdraw my fangs from his skin, but I don’t heal the wound. His cock slips from my ass, along with an obscene amount of cum, when I rise onto my knees.
Our chests heave in unison as I meet his gaze and clutch the snowflake pendant between my fingers. I bring it to his neck and hold it to the puncture wound. Drop by drop, blood drips through the small opening at the top of the hollow glass until it’s full.
Eyes wide, I watch as the snowflake glows bright white. Hot to the touch, I nearly drop it, but grit my teeth and hang on until the light fades. The hole is gone, Luc’s blood sealed inside for the rest of time.
“Do you feel anything?” Luc takes the snowflake from me, examining it with narrowed eyes before nestling it between my heaving breasts. The dark crimson shimmers inside the glass. Must be the pixie magic.
I shake my head. “No. You?”
A gasped exhale leaves my mouth, and I glance over my shoulder. Between my sticky, cum-coated ass cheeks, Luc’s cock thickens and pulses.
He groans, bucking his hips and driving his hard length through the valley of my ass. “Mon soleil? I think we triggered a rut.”
“Again?”
“Again,” he growls. Clutching me in his arms, he springs from the bed and books it to the bathroom. Looks like we’re in for a long night.
Dark hair spills through my fingers as I drag them along Luc’s scalp. My back is propped against a mountain of pillows in our bed, and his head rests against my stomach.
“So we’re mated now?” His eyes lock onto the snowflake resting between my breasts. Sunlight dances off it, making the blood inside appear like liquid rubies.
I stroke a finger over the smooth, cool glass and smile. “Not bad for a heartbroken minotaur and a commitment-phobe vampire, huh?”
Eyes twinkling, his smirk matches mine. “Not bad at all, mon soleil.”
My finger trails up the curve of his horn. Out of the corner of my eye, a bulge forms under the sheet covering Luc’s groin. “So, what do you want to do on our first official day as mates? We have a few hours before my meeting with the realtor about that property in town.”
After solidifying our mate bond—and triggering another rut—Luc fucked me in the shower, then brought me back to bed, where he folded me into every imaginable position (and some I hadn’t imagined until last night).
I lost track of how many times I orgasmed before his dick was finally satisfied and we passed out.
Well, he made me drink a gallon of water and eat a sandwich. Then we passed out.
The tented sheet grows larger as Luc’s eyes fill with yearning, settling on my naked breasts.
I’m helpless to the desire taking life in my veins.
Trapped like a wounded prey under his hungry stare.
My nipples peak, begging for his attention.
The large pink tongue, that I love so much on my pussy, runs across his bottom lip. “I have a few ideas.”
Insatiable.
The grumpy bull, who wanted nothing to do with me all those months ago, is now insatiable, and I couldn’t be happier.
I pat his head. “Pace yourself, big guy. We have the rest of our lives.”
You’d think Luc had vampire speed with how fast he has me on my back, his powerful, rotund body looming over me. My fingers wrap around his horns, and I moan when his wet snout runs a path up the side of my neck to my ear, where he whispers, “I don’t think I can when it comes to you, mon soleil.”
Spoiler alert: he doesn’t pace himself, and we only leave our bed later in the day to meet with the realtor in Maple Ridge Hollow.
She’s all too happy to give us a tour and gleefully accepts my offer.
This is it, the start of my happily ever after.
Hand in hand, Luc and I amble down Main Street, the sunlight fading along the horizon.
It’s like a scene out of a movie. Only, this is real life, and I get to live it on repeat for the rest of my years.
And I owe all my thanks to a Christmas Eve snowstorm.