I rise up on my toes and kiss him before I can second guess myself, desperate for a taste of the power he radiates. It doesn’t matter that he’s human, that he doesn’t have any magical abilities. Lucien’s confidence is a power in its own right and I want nothing more than to let it soak into my bones, to borrow even a fraction of it for a short time.
He freezes for a moment before something inside of him snaps and he kisses me back in earnest. I’m vaguely aware of Atlas leaving the room, but Lucien quickly draws my focus back to him. Nipping at my lip hard enough to sting, I hiss, and he tears his lips from mine just to kiss along my jawline.
“What are you doing to me, little fae?” he murmurs along my skin and I shiver.
At his words thought, I reluctantly pull back. “Nothing, I promise. I won’t use my abilities on you three intentionally, especially not to trick you into something you don’t want.”
He looks at me with understanding, dipping his head to kiss me once more, softer this time. “I believe you. I meant this.” He slides my palm over his heart so I can feel how heavily it’s beating. “I can’t tell you how long it’s been since I’ve managed to feel anything more than disdain.”
I stifle an ill-timed snicker. “That sounded pretty cheesy, Luce. I didn’t know you had it in you.”
He growls and gently bites the side of my neck. I clench around nothing, eyes fluttering shut and leaning into him with the sudden wave of arousal.
“You just love to push me, don’t you?” he challenges, one hand sliding beneath the hem of my shirt and up my side.
I start unbuckling his belt slowly. “What can I say? I’m a fae that loves a hard time, remember? Giving it, receiving it,” I trail off, slowly dragging his zipper down to see if he’s going to stop me.
He doesn’t, but he does tilt my face up to look at him and see the sincerity there. “You’re sure? If we cross this line, there is no going back for me, Cambria.”
His words send another sharp ache between my thighs, wanting what he’s promising. I’ve spent my entire life hated, despised. To have someone look down at me possessively, wanting me despite of who I am and promising to never let me go?
No vagina, shut up. You can’t come from thoughts alone, at least let him touch us first.
Any response I can think of sounds so cringe worthy in my head and I don’t want to ruin the moment. So instead, I discard my shirt, praying it comes across at least half as sexy as it does in the movies. I’ve never doubted myself before when it comes to these things, but with Lucien? There’s a desperate, needy part of me that wants to give him a reason to keep looking at me the way he is now. With Dorian and Atlas, I can take control and revel in the way they come apart under my attentions. But Lucien?
There’s something darker in him that should frighten me, but all I want to do is let it consume me.
The sound that escapes his throat is dangerous, nearly a snarl, as he let’s go of any reservations he was still clinging to. He captures my lips with his own, dominating my mouth like he’s staking a claim and just daring someone to challenge him for it. Deftly, he unbuttons my shorts and tears them off, leaving me in a set of pale blue lace while he’s still in far too many clothes. As if his thoughts mirror my own, he pulls himself away long enough to strip before recapturing my mouth.
One of his hands slowly slides up my body, caressing every curve along the way, before palming my breast. He brushes his thumb across my lace covered nipple, pinching and rolling. I hiss, growing quickly desperate for something to ease the ache before I combust, squirming against him.
Luce starts kissing a trail down my collar, hesitating when he gets to the scarred mark over my heart. With more gentleness than I imagined this man could be capable of, he places a single kiss in the center before continuing down. He nips at each of my breasts, my stomach, and runs his tongue across the edge of the fabric at my hip.
Like a switch was flipped, all gentleness becomes forgotten as he shoves the scrap of fabric aside and wraps his lips around my clit, sucking hard. I cry out, bucking against his face, and he grips my hips to hold me in place as he starts to devour my lower lips with as much enthusiasm as he showed the ones on my face.
I lean back against the wall, one leg thrown over his shoulder and heel driving into his back. Just the thought of this powerful man on his knees before me, wanting to possess me, amps up my desire nearly as much as his touch.
Releasing a steady string of curses, I start to come already, falling apart in a way I haven’t before. He never slows, never gives me time to catch my breath as he acts like a man starved, sliding two fingers inside of me to prolong my release.
Rising to his feet, I slide my ankle down his shoulder, yet he still keeps it slung over his arm. He reaches behind me to the kitchen counter to tear a condom out of the package and slide it over his throbbing length before lining himself up. With a hard thrust, he sinks fully inside of me, hissing in a sharp breath between his teeth.
I curse as he slides out and slams back in, harder and faster than before. My nails dig into his arm as he fucks me senseless, all rational thoughts replaced by how amazing it feels to have him completely take control. I can do nothing more than hold on for the ride as he dominates my body, consumes me, and leaves my world reduced to only the pleasure he gives. Nothing matters beyond it.
The next orgasm that rocks through me threatens to shatter what remains of my sensibilities. With a harsh bite on my shoulder and a groan, Lucien follows me over the edge, his movements coming slower and more erratically. His cock throbs and jerks as he comes, burying himself to the hilt.
My legs are trembling as he withdraws, keeping one hand on my hip. He kisses the bite mark on my shoulder before whispering in my ear, “You’re ours now, princess. And we’re not letting you go.”
