He continues to sit there, a slightly stunned expression on his face.
I smirk. “What’s the matter? You never been hugged before?” I ask.
“The last person that hugged me was my wife,” he states.
“Oh God.” I sniff, feeling the tears sting my eyes again. “You’re going to make me cry again,” I say, flapping my hands in front of my face like they have some magical power to stop me from blubbering.
Cain offers me a small smile. “I think you two would get on.”
I blink the tears back. “Oh, for sure. I mean, it would be nice to have a girl to talk sex stuff with.” I shrug, a sad smile tugging at my lips as I think of Suzie and how she would be losing her ever-loving shit when she found out I had finally lost my virginity.
“Well, as we are sharing, hit me with it.” Cain gestures.
I snort, my cheeks turning bright crimson. “Er, no. Isn’t that supposed to be between you and Lucian?”
“We don’t discuss our sex lives unless we are sharing.” He shrugs casually. Like he’s not just said he has orgies to a virgin. Nope, sorry. Ex-virgin.
“I don’t think I could talk this through with you,” I wince.
He sighs, leaning forward. “I haven’t spoken about my wife in over three hundred years. If I can tell a little mortal my story, then you can share yours.”
Well, what do I say to that, after he shared something so personal and tragic? I exhale.
“Okay, fine, but I wouldn’t class me asking you questions about sex the same as you sharing something so personal to you.”
He shrugs. “Both are personal, just in different categories.”
“Huh.” I pause. “Guess I never thought of it that way before.”
“Evelynn,” Cain presses.
I snap out of my thoughts. “Right. Sorry. So last night was incredible, like, I feel really lucky to say my first time was out of this world. I had orgasms. I heard some women never have those,” I confess.
Cain’s lips twitch. “I don’t think many women can say they lost their virginity to a vampire, too. So, you’re two points ahead of them.”
I smile. “Very true. Wait.” I pause. “Did you know I was a virgin?” I ask.
He nods. “We can smell it.”
I scrunch my face up in disgust. “Smell it?”
He laughs. “It’s not disgusting. It’s delicate, like a flower.”
I tilt my head. “Okay, I can deal with that. Okay, so I didn’t get to, erm—” I can feel my cheeks burning. “Give him a blow job last night. How’s best to go about that?” I ask, shifting awkwardly.
“Open your mouth and suck.” He shrugs.
I blink. “Well, obviously. I mean, like, do I cup the balls? Do I deep-throat him? I have a sensitive gag reflex, and he’s big,” I say, gesturing with my hands. “And girthy,” I add, making a circle with both of my hands. “I mean, I was sore. I’ve never even shoved a tampon up there, let alone XXL bratwurst,” I ramble.
Cain throws his head back, a deep, loud laughter rumbling from his chest. I grin, happy to be the one to make him laugh like that.
I feel hands caressing my shoulders, making me jump. I look up and see Lucian standing over me, smiling down at me, that tense feeling he was radiating gone.
“What were you talking about to get him laughing like that?” he asks.
“Bratwurst.” Cain chuckles, his laughter slowly dying down.
A bubble of laughter escapes me. Lucian gently squeezes my neck. I tilt my head back to look up at him, his eyes lighting up at my laughter. Bending down, he takes my mouth, possessively claiming my lips.
