This is hunger. This is possession.
Every brutal thrust lights a fire in my core.
He feels it building and lets out a deep, vibrating snarl, his fangs flashing for just a second as he fights himself. His face drops to my neck. He doesn’t bite. He presses his mouth there instead, breathing me in, his teeth grazing my skin in warning as his restraint trembles through him.
“Eyes,” he snarls, lifting his face from my neck. “You give me your eyes when you cum around my cock. You give me what’s mine.”
I obey. I always will.
One hand hooks beneath me, lifting me higher, theother braced against the wall as he pounds into me. My climax crashes over me in a blinding wave.
“Lucian!” I cry.
He thrusts once more and roars, the sound tearing from his chest as release rips through him. His hand slams into the tile beside my head, cracking it as his blazing gaze sears into me, wild, blood-bright, and barely contained.
I’m shaking beneath him. I lift my hand to his jaw, my thumb stroking his cheek.
“Lucian.”
He blinks. The monster fades from his eyes, and his face softens beneath my touch as he rests his forehead against mine.
Confused, I frown. “Lucian.”
His voice comes out rough. “I almost lost control.” His fingers slide along my throat, finding my pulse. “I was seconds from biting you. From claiming you in blood. The need to own you—your body, soul, and heartbeat—nearly consumed me.”
I tilt my head. “Well, that’s one way to boost a girl’s confidence.”
His expression hardens. “This isn’t a joke. I would have broken every law. I would have taken your life to keep you for eternity.” His thumb presses lightly over my pulse, grounding himself.
“You didn’t,” I say softly. “And I’m still here.” I smile. “And I’m better than fine.”
I kiss him. This time, he kisses me back gently, but his arms stay tight around me, like he’s afraid to let go.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
EVELYNN
“I’m starving,”I sigh as we enter the kitchen. Cain is sitting at the table nursing a mug of, well, blood, I guess. His vibrant red eyes spark with amusement as I walk over to the fridge.
“Someone is chipper this morning.” He smirks. I look over the fridge door and smile as I pop a grape in my mouth.
I close it and carry the bowl of fruit to the table. Lucian moves beside me, pulling out my chair like the ancient gentleman he is. Cain tilts his head back as if smelling the air.
“You marked her,” he states, surprised, looking at Lucian.
Lucian’s hand possessively grasps the back of my neck. I frown and turn my gaze to Lucian, who is glaring at Cain. I look between them both.
“I don’t have any marks,” I say, confused, shoving a whole strawberry into my mouth while I look up and down my arms for this so-called mark.
“Not now, Cain,” Lucian growls in warning.
Cain shakes his head, his jaw tense. “In court, then.”
“Fine. I’m going to hunt,” Lucian abruptly states, placing a kiss on my cheek. “You eat, then back to the room,” he orders.
I give him a side glance. “Where else could I possibly go?” I answer sarcastically.
He smirks briefly, his hand still around my neck, fingers tracing my pulse again like he needs the reassurance, before he leaves.
