10. Raia #2
Horace gives me a slow blink.
I grin. “Love you more.”
He repeats, “Love you more.”
My heart is filled to bursting as I watch him fly off.
When I turn to face Lucen, his brows are halfway up his forehead.
“Fucking wow.”
I cackle. “He is indeed extraordinary.”
Lucen closes the small distance between us, hands sliding over my waist and down to my lower back. “Your relationship with him is extraordinary.” He pauses for a moment as his brows knit together and he gives me a dubious grin. “Are you sure he’s not... fae?”
I snort. “Horus has been my companion since I was a child. Not once have I seen or felt even a whisper of fae magic.”
Lucen hums, looking unconvinced, but concedes. “If you say so. I’d just like a little heads up if I have any competition.”
My head tips back with laughter as I drape my arms around his shoulders and pull him close enough for my lips to graze his. “Oh? You wouldn’t be deterred?”
Lucen’s mouth parts in a grin against mine before he nips at my lower lip. “Not in the slightest. I’m afraid that, despite having just met you, there’s little I wouldn’t do to earn your affection.”
I huff a laugh, rolling my eyes. “Is that so?”
Lucen’s lips capture mine as one hand slides into my hair to cradle my skull. “Shall I prove it to you?”
I chuckle. “What?”
“Shall I prove it to you?”
I draw back, grinning with uncertainty and intrigue in equal measure. “If you feel so inspired..."
Lucen’s grin widens. “And I am inspired to make your desires my duty, mi’lady.”
I snort. “I’m merely a peasant, I’m afraid.”
“Peasant or queen, it matters not. I am yours to command.”
A certain excitement bubbles in my chest. I’ve never had anyone at my command. The prospect is riveting, even if only in jest.
Stepping out of his embrace, my mind reels with possibility, but I decide to start small. “On your knees.”
The grin on Lucen’s face turns feline as he gradually lowers his large body, dropping to one knee. The other follows closely behind.
My heart flutters and my stomach swoops.
I swear I’ve never seen anything sexier.
The long, thick outline of Lucen’s cock is evidence enough that he’s enjoying this as much as I am.
“Kiss my feet.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Lucen sits back on his thighs as he holds my gaze and reaches for my ankle. “Hold onto me, sweetling..."
Sweetling.
My heart rises to my throat like a bird taking flight.
Holding his gaze, my teeth sink into my lower lip in an attempt to trap my moan as I glide my fingers through his hair and secure my grip.
Lucen’s hands curl around my ankle with a gentleness that suggests I’m something precious. The way he studies me, thumbs stroking over my sensitive flesh, is nothing short of reverent.
My clit tingles and throbs as Lucen proceeds to unbuckle the petite strap of my stiletto heel.
The shoe falls away, clattering to the wood planks beneath us.
Burning with startling intensity, Lucen’s eyes lift to mine as he raises my foot to his mouth.
Oh my fucking gods.
He begins by bowing his head and pressing a lingering kiss to the top of my foot.
Sacred fuck. Can I come like this?
I fear I just might.
His lips roam, grazing so gently against the delicate flesh at the arch of my foot that a soft moan manages to escape me.
Chest resonating with a deep hum of satisfaction, his eyes lift to mine as his grip around my ankle tightens, and his teeth scrape and nip, before punctuating the act with a kiss.
Sacred.
Fuck.
I’m so aroused, I can scarcely draw breath.
Lucen leans forward to retrieve my heel, gingerly sliding my foot back inside, lowering my foot to the ground, and buckling the strap.
He then proceeds to repeat the task with my other foot.
By the time he finishes, my panties are soaked through.
My nipples are peaked and aching.
And there’s a wet spot with my name on it in the left leg of Lucen’s trousers.
In a heart-throttling display of bravery on my part, I raise my foot to trace the length of Lucen’s cock through his pants. His head tips back on a groan as his eyes squeeze shut.
Oh, dear fuck.
This.
I need more of this.
A powerful male reduced to a helpless, pitiful puddle of need.
The balcony lights suddenly turn on, blindingly bright.
“The bar will be closing in ten minutes. We kindly ask all patrons to begin making their way to the exit.”
My heart sinks with disappointment.
Lucen groans as he straightens, though he remains kneeling at my feet.
Sighing, I attempt to withdraw my foot, but his hand holds me steady.
“You still have ten minutes..."
I chuckle. “Aren’t you worried someone’s going to–”
The balcony doors burst open, making me jolt.
I expect Lucen to leap to his feet.
He does not.
Thessaly saunters onto the balcony, looking in all directions as another male trails behind him. “Where the fuck did she go?”
Despite our intruder, Lucen’s eyes never leave mine as he gives me an illicit grin and presses another kiss to my foot, briefly teasing the arch with his tongue.
Thessaly’s eyes widen in shock before releasing a cackle. “You little minx. I don’t think I’ve ever been so proud.”