Luc grinned wolfishly.
Sun-drenched laziness forgotten, Jamie sat up so Luc could clasp the necklace around his neck, then carefully replace the black studs in his ears. “I thought I was your flower, not your jewel,” Jamie mused.
“Youaremy flower. And my jewel. My sweet. My everything.” Luc pressed a kiss on his neck with every new moniker.
Jamie twisted his torso so he was facing his mate, cocking a brow. “Well? How do I look?”
“Gorgeous.”
Jamie pressed a swift kiss to Luc’s lips. “Thank you, monster.”
He then laid himself back down on his belly on his sun-warmed towel, hiding his grin in the crook of his elbow at the powerful sulk he could feel burning into his back. “What’s wrong?” he asked innocently.
There was a note of petulance in Luc’s voice. “You do not wish to thank me for my gift?”
“Oh, was this a transaction?” Jamie asked airily.
Luc sighed behind him, and Jamie snickered, then casually reached down, curling his fingers into his waistband, and began to slide his Speedo off his hips. “Maybe I’ll sunbathe naked after all.”
Rough fingers followed the path of his swimsuit, raising goose bumps on the backs of Jamie’s thighs. “And if someone should see?”
“You’ll have to cover me with that big, gorgeous body of yours, won’t you, monster?”
“Yes.Yes.”
Jamie listened to the sounds of Luc removing his own swimwear, but instead of his vampire’s body blanketing him, he felt broad fingers spreading his cheeks, then warm breath ghosting over his hole. And finally, a warm, wet tongue.
“Oh fuck,” Jamie sighed as Luc lapped at him. “That’s nice.”
“You taste divine,” Luc growled. “Like peaches. Like salt.”
He began eating Jamie out fervently, and Jamie writhed under his attention, grateful for the towel underneath him. It would have been a major mood killer to get a splinter in his dick.
It was either an endless amount of time or no time at all before he was begging, his cock hard as granite. “Please, Luc. Fill me up.”
“Here I thought we were just enjoying the sun.”
But Luc was already moving to comply, sun-warmed lube trailing over Jamie’s hole, the thick head of Luc’s cock nudging at Jamie’s entrance. He slid into Jamie like he belonged there,and Jamie sighed again with pleasure, the sound cutting off with a gasp as Luc’s hand circled his throat, pressing his new emeralds into Jamie’s neck.
“What do you say, flower?”
Jamie briefly considered teasing his vampire a little more, but he was out of patience for games, desperate to be fucked properly. “Thank you for my gift, Lucien.”
Luc fucked him slowly, almost lazily. Jamie loved it. He still craved the frantic, animalistic fucking, the rough treatment—especially after a feed. But he loved even more that Luc had grown comfortable enough in their bond to savor Jamie, sipping at his body like a fine wine.
Still, Jamie couldn’t help pleading as the pleasure swirled in his belly, his balls tightening against his body. “Harder.”
“Hush,” Luc reprimanded, his voice husky with lust. But he lifted Jamie’s hips, going not harder but deeper, brushing against that perfect spot, and Jamie moaned happily.
“Fuck yes. Oh fuck, Luc.”
“Mm, you need to be filled all the way up, don’t you, flower? Need a cock deep within you every minute of every day.”
A blatant exaggeration, but Jamie was all for it in his current state. It felt like that sometimes, like he would be happy permanently joined to his monster.
Luc continued fucking him with the deep, fluid thrusts, moans punching out of Jamie with every press of Luc’s hips. The warmth in Jamie’s belly spread up to his chest, his spine, the tips of his fingers and toes, and then he was coming, untouched, cock spurting onto his towel.
“Fuuuuck.”
