Loving Lucius (Werescape) (28 page)

Lucius's eyes flashed gold then back to blue. "Not when we have a night to ourselves. Besides, I'm leaving in the morning."

Not with this fever killing Shifters. He can't go. Not until it's safe. "Why?" I'm certain I sounded more alarmed than concerned.

His combat boots snapped up the floor between us until he firmly held my shoulders with both palms, staring into my eyes. "I'll be fine. I'll shift to travel. That might not be good when I shimmy my nude ass up that Gods-be-damned pole. But I promise to make Wolf carry a pair of pants along so I won't hurt the goods." He winked.

Oh. I could smack him. "Pants won't save you with that fever. It got Josie's relatives with their pants on."

He planted a warm kiss on my forehead and met my gaze with a soft caring one of his own. "I'll be fine. You'll be safe here. You need to watch Drea for Augustus. She's having a difficult time with the loss of her relations and Josie's indomitable façade."

So, I'm to stay behind and be helpful. "Alright."

His mouth stretched into a warm smile. "Thank you." He pulled me into an enormous embrace and squeezed my heart into a trot with all his succulent muscles bulging around me like a warm comforting blanket.

"Ready for me to teach you how to ride a stallion?" He didn't bother winking.

Whatever I say, my clothes are coming off by the devious glint in his eyes. "Stallion or Wolf? What animal does it matter?"

He chuckled sinisterly, lowering, pressing those warm silken lips against mine.

Making my heart drum so fast it overheated and melted from the friction. Such glorious friction. Billowing down in a wave of heavy intensity that pooled in The Well he spoke of so often with an ache between my legs only his strength could vanquish.

Time to bathe in the warm waters of Immortality. I groaned.

His powerful tongue fished along the length of mine.

Dancing. Teasing. Demanding I sink into him. Give him everything.

He pushed me away from his mind-numbing heat.

Those golden eyes studied me.

Wolf studied me. Sized me up. Or contemplated this lesson with a stallion. A stallion couldn't be any different than a huge Wolf cock. Right? I'd already seen how it worked and where it fit. We didn't need any more lessons. Only him and his appendage sliding along my aching inner channel.

"Take off your clothes," he growled.

Good. Just what I needed to hear. Anything to make my sex stop throbbing. I yanked the t-shirt over my head and fumbled with the button at my waist while he unveiled the most magnificent bulging musculature I think existed on Earth.

My sex clenched again.

Perfect. He shoved those pants down over his hips, and out the monster popped, setting my heart off on a wild gallop after his promise of my riding a stallion.

"I hear that," he gurgled a growl while studying my bra.

Even better. The black lace and the matching lace thong will make him lose control. Throw me down again. Wait. He better not rip off the lace. I shoved my blue jeans down past my knees.

When the thick fabric cropped up on my hiking boots, I knew I hadn't been paying attention. Hadn't bothered staring at anything but his promising cream-colored cock. Huge. And every one of his heartbeats seemed to pump it up just a little bigger. A little longer. I dropped onto the bed and yanked at my boot.

He dragged a chair's scraping feet across the metal floor.

Metal. Yes. Metal grating against metal. Shouldn't the caustic sound bother me? Not when he perched his taut ass on the chair with his cock jutting upward like a wild morel minus the stink. No, his swollen baton made my mouth water.

"Come here, Kitten" he growled, that commanding gaze locked upon mine.

Something about his voice made me want to do more. Run my hands all over him. Kiss every inch of his flesh. Maybe I would as soon as I pulled these boots off. I managed to shove the last boot aside, stood, and kicked free from the denim shackle of jeans.

He pointed at his lap, "Sit here." His tone gave me a chill.

Made me shiver.

"Come here, Elise. I'll warm you up." He gripped his cock and ran his curled fingers along the length of the thick rod, never relinquishing my gaze.

Good. To touch him there. Or better. Settle down on the engorged lance, guiding it inside me, and to slide across its solid supple length. Over and over.

He pulled his cock close to his ribbed abdomen. "Straddle my lap," he barely managed to blurt the syllables.

Caught up in his touch. And what a reach that appendage had. To grab it. To put it to good use. But he wasn't sharing. Why? I needed to get closer. To steal his toy. I straddled the firm muscle of his thighs and tried to wait for his next command.

His hand shot out and pulled my hips down until I sat upon his hard thighs. "That's better."

No. Not better. I ached from the promise of his touch. But what do I get? Sitting and watching him contemplate sharing.

His palms glided around the curves of my hips to my back, and he curled his fingers beneath the elastic strap of my thong's waistband. "This is extremely sexy." He glanced down at his swollen cock's reddening mushroom head and back into my eyes. "The more you make me shift, Kitten, the more you'll like riding the stallion."

"I get to ride?" Perfect.

"Touch me," he gurgled.

Even better. I slid my palms across the soft swells of his shoulders.

"Elise, what do you want to touch?" His half-hooded gaze made my body rock forward.

Or he moved his body as if he thrust his engorged member up toward me. Is that what he wanted? My hand around him? I slowly guided my palm down his washboard abs, down to the soft leather of his lower abs, to the crisp curls of the golden hair nestling the base of his lurching member.

"Touch it," he whispered.

I should tease him more. Make him wait even longer. I bit my lower lip, then curled my palm around the silken base, and marveled at the cylindrical nature of the one thing that could make me scream with delight. With absolute desire. With total completion. I'd rather make him feel the way he made me feel. I ran my palm along the silken length to the damp smooth tip.

He hissed, throwing his head back, shoving his hips high in what appeared to be an attempt to chase my grasp with his cock.

Oh. I wanted him to do that. Over and over. To let me make him loll his head left and right while he groaned and hissed. Even better. To watch his cock flinch and enlarge the way he'd promise. "What else makes you feel good?"

His head lifted to study me.

What did he think? Is he measuring me up for something? "What, Lucius?"

"You on the floor. Between my legs. Suck on it," he moaned.

Oh to lick him. Especially that part of him. And the way he almost begged when he confessed…I rose and stepped aside.

He opened his muscular thighs, watching me.

As if he willed me to continue. I'd show him how much I wanted him to be pleased. I skirted one knee, dragged my fingertips along his thigh until I couldn't go any farther, and knelt.

He watched my mouth.

Fascinated. I think. I'd check. I flicked out my tongue and slowly whetted my lips.

His eyes flared gold. "Now, Kitten. Suck me now."

Nothing compared to hearing my big Lucius beg this way. I slid my palm around his hot cock and leaned the tip toward my mouth.

His gaze froze.

As if time stood still. Or he teetered upon madness. I'd change that. I turned my mouth toward the head of his shaft, parted my lips, and watched him suck down a deep breath with his gaping mouth.

Oh. Yes. This is how I'd get to make his life interesting. The way he taunted me with nibbling and sucking my nipples. Or my clit. I'd repay in kind. I sealed my lips around skin as soft as his lips.

Salty skin.

His hips began dancing.

Upward thrusting the smooth cap-shaped tip of his steely shaft into my wet mouth. Taking control the way he always did. Bad. Bad. I'd teach him to take away my fun. I sucked to the curved end of his shaft and let the head of his cock pop free.

He hissed but kept pumping through my fingers encircling his hot lance. "Elise," he hissed again. "Suck it."

"Then sit still. I do this my way, or we get on with things on the bed."

He groaned and threw his head back, continuing to pump his hips.

Just how long can Lucius give me control? Oh, the perfect way to have fun with him. I dangled the tip of my tongue out of my mouth and tickled it along the side of his organ where the veins zigzagged like lightning bolts along the length from root to tip.

He groaned, without looking.

Or fidgeting. Or thrusting. Perfect for me. I get a handful. The mouthful would be last. I wanted him to beg. To be teased. I swirled my tongue's tip around his shaft's smooth head.

He growled a little sound of satisfaction.

Still he didn't move. All the better for me. I opened my mouth and engulfed as much of his firm length I could. All the way to the back of my throat. Sucking, drawing back until just the fruit-shaped end remained trapped with my teeth. Over and over.

He thrust a handful of fingers into my hair and watched me bob my head the way I'd tried to bob for apples when much much younger.

Apples. The forbidden fruit. Strange coincidence? Not when my mate's restricted reactions made me want to straddle his club and ram it home. Yes. Bury it deep inside me. Use it to touch me in a way only Lucius could. To demand my hunger be satisfied. The way he moaned with undeniable pleasure. I wanted us to moan together. To guide him to blinding bliss. To love him as much as he loved me. Because life wouldn't be the same if I'd never loved Lucius.

Chapter Thirteen

Her mouth was so Gods-damned hot my cock was about to go nuclear and shower the room with radioactive rain. Not good. The tight bone-squeezing suction would end. Her grip on my pounding shaft would disappear. Or every damn drop of my seed would be wasted beyond those sweet little stretched lips of hers.

Gods. She had to stop. Had to mount me. Had to catch my seed. "Stop," I heard myself growl.

Growling sounded pretty ugly. Selfish.

Her moist heat sucked slowly down along my cock's length, popping loose of the sensitive head.

Fuck.

Cold.

Not good. "Stand up." I waved for her to rise.

Ignoring my cold heartless wave of hand, she got her feet beneath her, stretching out upon two slim bare legs until she stood before me in those tiny scraps of carnal lace.

To lean forward and grab the thong's low v-front with my fangs. To yank. Break the elastic. Thrust my nose into the most intoxicating odor on the planet. Elise. I'd lap up every molecule of her scent until she ground her clit against my fangs and shuddered with climax. Then I could thrust my cock inside her and melt her core with molten seed.

Plant our immortality. No. The plan is to show her how a woman can feel perfect in a new way. "Take off your thong," I managed gently.

Watching her immaculate fingernails curl beneath the thong's elastic. Push the edge down over her hips. Revealing the dark curls I wanted to comb with my fingers.

My cock throbbed.

Squeezed from the muscles in my groin, desperately forcing the essence of our immortality along its length.

Demanding release.

Shit.

She wriggled her hips, bending at her waist and her knees, thrusting that hard little ass backward.

So Gods-be-damned sexy. I wanted the hungry little mouth of her sex chomping down on my cock again. Eating me inch by mind-numbing inch. Clamping down with the contraction of her inner muscles.