Chapter Eighteen

Lucas’s gaze meets my eyes, and I swear if his heart could beat, it would hammer right along with mine. The night stands still around us, and the busy city fades. All I can see is Lucas standing in front of me, looking at me with so much lust in his eyes it’s making me feel like I caught him in the act. Or rather…that he caught me in the act.

“Your heart is beating faster.” His fingers are barely touching the flesh on my neck, in the slope where it meets my shoulder.

“Yeah, it does that sometimes.”

He steps in, bringing his other hand to the hem of my dress. Slowly, he bunches it up and slides his hand along my thigh. My eyes fall shut and I rest my hands on his hips so he can’t see them shaking.

Inhaling deep, he presses his fingers into the flesh on the back of my thigh. Moving his other hand back up my neck, he pushes it into my hair and brings my head back a bit, exposing my neck to him.

The wind picks up, blowing my hair around us. I open my eyes to see Lucas’s lips pull back a bit as he draws his fangs.

“You,” he starts and puts his lips to my neck, gently kissing my skin. A shiver runs through me and my knees threaten to buckle. “Are.” He kisses me again. “Beautiful.” He pulls his lips back, letting his fangs graze along my skin. His hand is already in my hair. He could force me back and drink my blood, draining enough to weaken me in just seconds.

And enough to kill me in less than a minute.

He trails kisses down my neck and over my shoulder, pushing the thin strap of my dress out of the way. I tighten my hold on him, afraid of falling if I let go. My eyes flutter shut again, and he presses his fangs down, harder than before but not enough to break the skin. I gasp, thinking he’s going to bite me.

Because I’m going to let him.

I want him to.

To have me.

Taste me.

But he doesn’t bite me, and instead kisses and sucks the spot on my neck that sends an instant wave of heat through me. I whimper as he rakes his hand through my hair, bringing his other hand up my thigh and under my dress until it rests on the base of my ass.

“You didn’t agree with me,” he says and his deep voice rattles right through me.

“I didn’t…what?”

“You are exquisite.  You’re powerful. You’re beautiful. You…you’ve surprised me more in the few days I’ve known you than others have in their entire lifetimes.”

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, trying to keep it from quivering. I’m feeling everything right now. Turned on. Vulnerable. I want to break down and confess everything I’ve repressed. I want to cry about my past, curse everyone who’s hurt me, and tell him about every single heartbreak. And at the same time, I don’t want to say a word. I want him to lay me down on the lounge chair behind us and fuck me hard, making it impossible to feel anything other than the pleasure his big cock brings me.

“Lucas,” I start, but never get to finish. He puts his lips to mine and the heat rushing through me explodes, sending tingles of desire to every nerve in my body. Opening my mouth, I deepen the kiss, wrapping my arms around him.

Bringing his hand down, he grips my ass and pulls me to him. He presses his fangs against my lip just hard enough to send a jolt through me. When he said he was able to control himself, he wasn’t kidding. Though I suppose this is what sixteen hundred years of sex will do.

Holy shit.

Lucas has nearly two thousand years of experience. Of perfecting. Of knowing exactly what he likes. Of how to please others. He slides his hand around my leg, going between my thighs. “When I slip my fingers inside your panties, will I find your pussy wet for me?”

I open my mouth, but it takes me a second to gather a coherent thought. Because his words are making me wetter than I already am.

“Why don’t you find out?” I pant.

A guttural growl comes from deep inside his throat and he turns me around so that my ass is pressed right up against his cock, feeling it harden. He gathers my hair in one hand and pulls it to the side. I tip my head, arching my neck and offering it to him. He brings his mouth down, kissing and sucking at my skin. His fangs scrape me as he kisses me, and the bit of pain mixed in with the pleasure makes me even hotter. He’s hardly touched me and I’m getting so wound up, so turned on I don’t know how much longer I can stand it.

Gathering the hem of my dress in one hand, he brings his other hand down from my hair and between my thighs. Going slow to purposely tease me, he curls one of his long fingers up and sweeps it over my clit.

The small movement is enough to make me quiver. He grips the inside of my thigh, splaying his fingers, making me desperate for more of his touch. But instead of working his fingers against me, instead of giving me what I want, he releases me and I almost stumble in the dark.

His hands settle on my waist again, and the bunched-up fabric of my dress falls back around my thighs. I exhale, hyperaware of his every movement, his every touch. My pussy contracts, needing to feel him. His fingers. His lips. His fangs.

And that big cock, which I’m not entirely sure will fit in me, but I’m craving to feel it push inside, to fill me completely and fuck me into oblivion.

Kissing my neck, he unzips my dress and lets it fall with a whoosh to the ground around my feet.

“Turn around,” he orders. “And don’t cover yourself up.”

Standing in only black panties before him, I swallow hard and turn. My breasts are bathed in overhead light from the houses around us. The breeze blows my hair again, sending a chill through me. Lucas licks his lips, eyes going to my pert nipples, and I remember him saying he wondered how they’d feel against his tongue.

He’s going to find out tonight.

His lips pull up, showing off his fangs again. He’s not doing it to scare me, or to threaten me. He’s doing it because he wants me, and he’s having a hard time not throwing me down and having his way with me.

Because there’s something magnetic between us. And even with all the experience he has, he’s struggling with his self-control right now. It’s not just a want. It’s a need, and we’re both feeling it. Sooner than later, we’re going to cave and give in.

And it’s either going to be spectacular or disastrous.

Lucas rushes forward, bringing me to him. My breasts crush against his firm chest. I widen my legs, feeling his cock through his pants. My breath leaves me as he takes a fistful of my hair, putting his mouth to my neck once more.

This time, I’m sure he’s going to sink his fangs into my flesh and drink my blood. But he doesn’t, and the anticipation of the first bite builds even more.

He trails kisses down my neck and over my collarbone. I let my head fall back, goosebumps breaking out along my flesh. His tongue lashes out, swirling around my nipple.

“Oh,” I moan, tossing my head back. He circles my nipple again, giving it one hard suck before dropping to his knees. His hands go to my hips and he kisses his way down my stomach, stopping when he gets to my panties. I bring my hand up, sweeping my fingers over my breast, and steal a glance down at Lucas.

He tips his head up, and the look in his eyes almost does me in. It’s full of lust and hunger, for both my body and my blood. But there’s something else, something that’s hard to explain, and something I don’t want to stop and think about.

It’s one of the reasons I’m so drawn to him, and it scares me that I recognize that look, that I know that feeling.

His mouth goes back to me, and he hooks a finger in each side of my panties, inching them down. I bring my hands to his head, burying my fingers in his hair. He pulls my panties down to my knees and then let’s go, letting them drop to the ground with my dress.

Lucas moves his hands to my ass and brings me to him. He bends down, kissing my thigh. Hard. He bites down and it’s only then I realize he’s retracted his fangs. He’s strong enough to bite right through me without his fangs if he wanted to. But right now, all he wants to do is drive me near the brink of madness by this teasing. If he’s pushing me, seeing how far I’ll go before I turn into a puddle on the floor…he’s not very far off.

Turning his head up, his nose rubs against me as he opens his mouth. My lips part and a tiny moan comes out. I grip his hair tighter, glancing down with anticipation. He flicks his eyes up, smirking when he looks right at me.

Then he moves with vampire speed, picking me up and laying me down underneath him on the lounge chair.

“I want you, Callie,” he growls.

“I know,” I groan, running my hand along his thigh. My fingers sweep over his hard cock, begging to be released from the tight confines of his pants. “I want you too.”

“You have to understand.” His voice is deep and gravely with need. “I don’t want to just fuck you. I want you, and fucking you is only the beginning. I. Want. You,” he says slowly. “I want you to be mine.”

“I…I understand,” I say as a chill runs through me. He wants to claim ownership over me, to make it so no other vampire can drink from me. It’s the vampire way of asking to go exclusive, but with much bigger repercussions. I didn’t know vampires still abided by that rule, as it was very problematic. A vampire as old as Lucas could compel many to become his, and if another vampire laid a fang on them—even unknowingly—he’d have the right by Vampire Law to kill them.

“I want to be yours.”

“Do you?” he asks, fangs coming back down. “You know what I am. What I’ve done. What I still do.”

“I know.” I bend my legs up, pushing my hips against his, and cup his face with my hand. “I know exactly who you are.”

With that, he kisses me hard, fangs scraping the soft skin inside my lips. He’s not as careful as before, and a tiny bit of blood is drawn. I can taste it, so I know Lucas can too. He groans, slipping his arms underneath me as he grinds his cock against me.

Suddenly, he flips me over and moves to my side, spooning his body around mine with one hand between my thighs. His finger goes right to my clit and he starts to move it in expert motions, reading my body like a book written just for him. After only a few seconds of touching me, he adjusts his hand, moving it to the perfect spot and hitting me at just the right angle.

Putting his mouth to my neck again, he gently bites at my skin, still not breaking the flesh, and sucks hard. The sensation drives me crazy, sending a wave of pleasure to my pussy. Lucas feels me getting wetter and speeds up his movements.

Need surges through me, and my mouth falls open as I feel the orgasm coming on fast and hard. No one has ever worked me up this much and gotten me off this fast.

But Lucas isn’t anyone.

I widen my legs, breathing heavily. He slips one finger inside me, slowing his movements down. He pushes it in, finding my G-spot in just seconds. He rubs it with just enough pressure, bringing his thumb back to my swollen clit.

I’m aching for a release, heart hammering and breath catching. He can hear my heart beating, can tell when I’m right there before I do.

And he stops.

Stops stroking me.

Stops moving his fingers.

A few seconds tick by and I’m lying there, too stunned to move. And then he starts again, slowly rubbing my clit. The build-up comes on slower this time, and I realize what he’s doing as he slides two fingers inside me, rubbing against my inner walls. He’s drawing this out, giving me pleasure only to take it away just long enough to have it build back up even more until it intensely releases.

And by now I’m desperate. By now, I need to come or I’m going to explode. I writhe against him, bringing one hand down to his wrist, keeping it there. He circles his thumb over my clit faster and faster, not stopping this time until my body shudders, coming so hard wetness spills from me, soaking his hand and the cushion beneath me.

My ears ring and the string of lights hanging above us flicker. I’m panting, unable to move. The few times I’ve come hard enough to leave wetness beneath me have all been from some serious one-on-one time with my vibrator. No one has ever made me do it.

Lucas scoops me up, holding me tight to his chest, and moves at vampire speed inside and to his bedroom. I’m still floating on pleasure, pussy still contracting wildly from the orgasm he just gave me as he lays me down on his bed.

He moves between my legs, holding himself up with his elbows. Feebly, I untuck his shirt and start undoing the buttons. He kisses me while I fumble with the buttons, sitting up when I get to the last one. He takes his shirt off, and even though it’s nearly pitch black in this room, I can’t help but admire him.

He’s a gorgeous man with pounds of muscle and a small patch of dark hair on his abdomen leading down to his cock. I shift my eyes lower and lick my lips. Using magic, I undo his belt and pull it from his pants.

Lucas groans, watching me magically strip him bare, and then loses patience and removes his pants. He’s back on top of me, with the gleaming tip of his hard cock hovering over my entrance. I buck my hips, rubbing it against me and moan, not caring how loud I am. Arching my back, I’m ready to welcome his big dick inside me, to feel it fill me completely.

I’m ready for him, but he pulls away.

“Patience, Callie. I don’t have intentions on being done with you yet.”

“I don’t know how much longer I can take it,” I confess. “I need to feel you inside me.”

“You will,” he promises. My breath leaves in a shaky huff and my ears still ring. We kiss again, and I drag my nails up and down his back while slowly circling my hips, getting off on the wet tip of his cock rubbing over me.

“I want all of you,” he growls and sits up, looking into my eyes. I know what he means. He wants my blood, and he wants it now.

“I want you to have it,” I breathe and bring my hand up, moving my hair away from my neck.

“Are you sure?” In a flash, he’s right there, lips brushing the flesh just below my ear as he talks.

“Yes.” I put my hand on the back of his head and press his face against my neck. “I want you to have me. All of me.”

He thrusts himself forward, rubbing his cock against me as his fangs graze against my flesh. A guttural growl comes from deep within, and he pushes his body down harder against mine. My pussy quivers, soaking wet for him.

Lucas slips one hand up along the back of my head, balling my hair in his fist, and yanks my head to the side. He puts his mouth to my neck, running his tongue along my flesh. He’s getting a read on where my best vein is. He doesn’t have to look to know where they run. He can feel the pulse and knows exactly where to sink his fangs in.

My eyes flutter shut and heat rushes through me. I’m so fucking turned on right now. So wound up.

For him, and him alone.

Slowly, he aligns his fangs with a vein in my neck and presses down.

But he doesn’t break the skin. Doesn’t drink from me. He moves away and my heart stops, thinking he’s going to tell me my blood is bad or that he changed his mind and doesn’t want me to be his anymore.

Then he moves down, parting my legs, and puts his mouth over my core. His tongue lashes out and, oh my fucking god, I’ve never felt anything better in my life. I moan, widening my legs. Lucas sucks my clit and then flicks his tongue against it, again and again.

I’m already so wound up from before. It’s not going to take long for me to come again, and he knows it. He lifts my leg as if he’s going to toss it over his shoulder, but he turns his head, opening his mouth wide.

And then he bites me, fangs sinking deep into my flesh. Pain radiates from the bite, spreading through me. It subsides fast, replaced by a strange sensation of him sucking my blood out of me. He groans with pleasure, sucking and licking my inner thigh, mere inches above my pussy.

He moves his head back, holding my leg up so blood drips down my thigh. I feel it slowly rolling down, and my heart hammers even faster. I know what he’s waiting for, and the second the blood drips to my core, he dives back down, licking and sucking at me with fury.

I gasp, rocking my hips up and pushing myself to him. He eats me out, tongue like magic as it lashes my clit. He takes his mouth off me, turning his head and drinking more of my blood through the bite in my thigh.

He alternates licking my most sensitive parts and drinking my blood, sometimes letting it bleed down so he can lick it off me. Able to sense just how close I am yet again, Lucas slips a finger inside of me, going right to my sweet spot, and puts his mouth over my clit again. He flicks his tongue against it as he sucks, pushing me over the edge. He keeps his fingers inside me as I come, feeling my pussy spasm around them, but turns his head, sucking hard once more at the bite on my thigh.

The world spins around me, and if my life depended on it, I couldn’t get up and move. My toes are tingling, and I can’t feel the tips of my fingers. Lucas slides his hand from me and licks up the blood running down my thigh. He holds his tongue against the two puncture wounds, waiting for my heart to stop racing so the wounds will clot.

But I’m so high right now, I don’t know when I’ll come down.

My body is humming. I’m still reeling with pleasure. I gulp in air, blinking rapidly to try and focus my vision. Because I know what’s going to happen next.

Lucas is going to fuck me.

He moves over the top of me, large body pinning me against the mattress. I bring my head up, kissing his neck. I graze my teeth against him, and he groans. I bend one leg up so the tip of his dick rubs against my clit.

“Callie,” he whispers, and I can only groan in response. In one swift, fast movement, he flips us over so I’m lying on top of him with my head resting on his chest.

He traces his fingers up and down my spine, relaxing me and giving me a few minutes to recover. Because I need them before I can finally open my eyes.

He has a little bit of my blood on his face. I wipe it away, and he takes my finger in his mouth, licking the blood off. He kisses me and I taste myself on his lips. He takes a hold of my waist again and flips us back over. He reaches down, grabbing my thigh, and spreads my legs apart, aligning his cock with my entrance.

He steals once lingering look into my eyes before burying his head in my neck as he pushes his cock inside of me. I cry out as he enters me, bucking my hips and holding tightly onto him. Slowly, he pushes the full length in before pulling back until just the tip remains.

And then he thrusts forward again. And again. And again.

Each thrust is fluid, moving almost in a circular motion as he pushes in. My mouth falls open, eyes fluttering shut. He speeds up, fucking me hard for another moment before he sits back, grabbing my legs and hooking one over his shoulder. He’s on his knees now, with one hand on my leg and another going down to my clit.

Another orgasm is winding inside of me, and he moves his fingers over my clit faster than any human can. His touch is light, and it feels like he’s holding a vibrator to me. Holy. Shit. I slit my eyes open, watching him touch me as he drives his cock in and out of me.

I can’t help it. As much as I want to keep going, to keep having him touch me and rub me, it’s just too much. The pleasure is wound up so tight it releases all at once. I twist the blankets in my hand, pussy spasming hard around his cock. He lets out a groan and keeps rubbing me, holding his dick still inside of me and enjoying the tightening and release from my inner walls.

“Luc…Lucas…” I pant, trying to push his hand away. It’s too much. The pleasure can quickly become painful and there’s only so much my body can handle. But he doesn’t stop, easily ignoring my feeble attempt to push him away. He slows his movements and starts to slowly move his finger in a circle over my clit.

And then he starts to fuck me hard again, gripping my leg that’s up on his shoulder. Continuing to work my clit, he doesn’t let up until I come again, this time hardest of all. More wetness spills from me, drenching us both. Lucas sets my leg back down and moves back on top of me, thrusting in harder and faster than ever.

He nuzzles his head against my neck as he comes, groaning as he pushes in balls deep. My heart is racing, and I can’t catch my breath. Lucas heavily exhales, and I remember him saying that the act of breathing was a habit he never got rid of. He’s not out of breath the same way that I am, but his body is responding to what he’s feeling.

Slowly, he pulls out and lays down next to me, bringing me onto his chest. I shiver, body going crazy, not knowing how to process everything it just went through. Lucas reaches down and grabs a blanket that was folded up at the foot of the bed. He covers us both us, running his fingers up and down my arm. My eyes flutter shut, and I feel like I might pass out.

“Breathe,” he reminds me. “And move slowly. You might feel a little weak when you get up.”

At first, I think he’s referring to feeling weak because coming that many times in that short time frame is enough to make anyone light-headed. And then I remember he drank my blood.

“Okay,” I reply, voice all breathy. “I don’t plan on getting up just yet.”

“Good,” he says and tightens his hold on me. I wiggle closer, snuggling up against him. He kisses my forehead and I can’t keep my eyes open any longer.