PerpetualPleasure (10 page)

She tested her senses by closing her eyes in the moving car
and to her relief, queasiness left her alone. Mac didn’t say another word,
leaving Lucie to enjoy a moment of respite after the landslide of feelings she
had suffered as the night unraveled.

Her peace was short-lived as images of MacCale dancing with
Anika and thoughts of everything they had probably talked about seized her. Was
Mac going back to Anika after taking her home? Was she waiting for him with
open arms? Open legs? Wet pussy? Would she get that lollipop licking Mac had
promised her at the Games? Give him one in return? Suck on his cock as she had
dreamed of doing?

Oh god.

As furious as she had been seeing MacCale at the club again,
she couldn’t deny how damn desirable he had looked. As striking as she had
remembered him being only infinitely more amazing in the flesh. And then they
had acted like half strangers who had happened by the same bar, engaged in some
banter before going their separate ways again.

Wasn’t that what she wanted? How she wanted things? She had
told him one night was all they would share. He had respected her wishes and
gone off with Anika. And she had started downing SoCo and lime shots. God, she
had ruined that drink for all eternity and in her case that was saying a lot.

Nothing broke the silence until they were below her portico,
he had helped her out of the car and walked her up to the door.

“Would your highness mind letting me help her inside?”

“As a matter of fact, we would,” Lucie said, and stepped up
to open the door herself before turning back to him.

“Thank you for the ride, Mac. Can I call you a cab?”

“No thanks.”

“Pay for it? That’s the least—”

“Absolutely not,” he said with conviction.

Before thinking it through, she was saying, “May I kiss you
goodnight?” Without waiting for an answer, Lucie leaned forward…and plopped
right into his arms, missed his mouth and kissed his neck instead. MacCale
chuckled, scooped her up, stepped inside and elbowed the door shut.

“I don’t recall inviting you in. Are you planning on taking
advantage of my state?”

“No, Lucie, I’m not, so don’t fret.”

“I do not fret, I— You’re not?”

She sounded so openly disappointed, MacCale wanted to groan
out loud in frustration. He would have loved nothing more than to make love to
her until dawn. Lucie may have wanted it too, but he didn’t want her
alcohol-induced craving, he wanted a pure and unadulterated one.

Besides, she looked exhausted. There were dark circles under
her eyes and a bone-deep weariness in them. She was putting up a brazen front,
he’d give her that. She kept refusing his help, but after taking care of business
all on her lonesome for two centuries, who could blame her.

Lucie was long overdue for some tender loving care, and
MacCale was going to see to it that she got it. He wanted her to know he was
more than the bossy, possessive caveman he had unleashed on her, the one who
had tied her up and made her beg, and he’d damn well prove it.

MacCale made a beeline for the stairs. “The only bed play I
have scheduled is sleep.”

“Aye-aye,
captaen
,” Lucie mumbled against his chest.

“You speak…what was that?”

“I speak just about everything. Want me to teach you the
language of your ancestors? Want to get
lust
in translation with me?”
Her mouth was on his throat, licking, nipping, forcing him to speed up to get
her to her bedroom and out of his arms, pronto.

“Maybe another time when we’re both…coherent.” For the shot
courtesy of Bruno, he had laid off the sauce. He still felt high on her as he
sat her on the edge of the bed, flipped on the bedside lamp and knelt to take
off her shoes. “Put your hands up.”

She did as told. “I didn’t do it, officer, I swear,” she
purred. “Please don’t cuff me. You can use that thick baton of yours on me
instead.”

MacCale pealed her tight top off. Her breasts bounced free,
sending a bolt of lust down his spine and straight to his groin.

She would be the death of him. No way would he make it
through the night. He would be found dead in the morning, all blood drained
from his body and clogged into his cock.

“Lie down, honey.”

Lucie fell on the bed, hands high above her head. She arched
her back in a sensuous stretch that made her breasts jiggle and his balls ache.

Dragging his eyes to her hips, MacCale unbuttoned her jeans
and grabbed the waistband of her panties along with her pants to tug them off.
She lay naked before him, a divine apparition and a hellish temptation all in
one.

Lucie pulled her knees up…and opened her legs for him. The
sight caught him straight in the chest. And his cock.

Ah fuck.

“I knew you’d come to your senses. Now, I need you to come
into me.” She raised her hands to him in invitation, her voice a sultry siren’s
call.

MacCale lunged forward and grabbed the edge of the colorful
quilt spread on the bed to wrap it tightly around her. “Just lie still, baby.
Just—”

Son of a bitch.
He propped himself above her and did
his best to ignore her hungry little hands trying to tug him closer as he
kissed her, brief and fierce, before stalking to the bathroom to start a bath.
He wasn’t sure about Lucie but he sure as hell needed one after all the action
on the dance floor.

Searching for the medicine cabinet, MacCale spotted a small
wooden box decorated with a mosaic red cross. He half expected to find it full
of feminine knickknacks instead of pharmaceutical products. Immortals probably
didn’t suffer mortal pains such as headaches or hangovers. He found immortals
did take their vitamins, although he couldn’t imagine whatever for, they
stocked up on aspirin—and they used birth control pills. It made sense. Her
body was still twenty-six, not two hundred and sixty, and obviously functioned
like the body of a woman in her twenties.

Taking the painkiller and some water back to Lucie, he
helped her up and put the pill between her lips.

“What’s this?” she mumbled.

“It’ll keep you from getting hit with a log later on.”
MacCale dug out her hands from underneath the quilt and made her drink the
water he’d brought in her tooth mug to the bottom.

Reclining on her elbows, Lucie watched him undress. Having
her gaze intent on him only managed to excite him further. She stared
unabashedly, her feet doing a little dance while her eyes took a leisurely walk
all over him, up and down his body and zeroing in on his cock as it sprung
free.

“And here I thought you didn’t want me anymore,” she
drawled.

“Never doubt that for a second, Lucie.” He snatched the
quilt away from her and picked her up.

“You sure like carrying me around, Mr. Moore.”

“I
love
carrying you,
mademoiselle
Marcotte.”
Settling her in one end, he climbed in the tub to sit across from her and
turned off the water.

“You’re a treat, Mac, but you’re a horrible tease,” she
said. “An all-inclusive service with no sex included? I want to speak to your
supervisor.”

“I’m the lord and master of this establishment.”

“I want to file a complaint.” Lucie lunged forward and took
him by surprise by grabbing his cock under the water.

“Lucie.” His voice was low and ominous. “What do you think
you’re doing?”

“I need a microphone for what I want to say.”

“Well, you’re not using that one.” He tried to pry her hand
away only to have her squeeze him tighter.

“Just a little?” she whispered.

A little what, Mac groaned inwardly. There could never be a
little of anything with his Lucie. Not just a little taste, a little touch, a
little loving. Every moment he was forced to contain his hunger for her was
torture. Yet for her, he was ready to do it.

“Not even a little,” he insisted.

She loosened her hold but didn’t let go.

MacCale let go of her wrist and studied her flushed, lovely
face. Would it always be like this with her? A heated battle of words and wills
that only managed to up the ante, making him want more of her, more from her,
everything she insisted no man could have?

“You have given me such memories, Mac. They will be with me
for generations to come. They might last me this cursed lifetime of mine,
however long that might be, until I find a cure or something to release me. So
let me give something back without you having to think about my pleasure like
you so generously do, without you having to think about anything besides
feeling good.”

She stroked him slowly from base to crown and back again. “I
want you in my mouth, Mac. Will you let me taste you, suck on you?” She kept up
the languid rhythm but added the faintest amount of pressure.

His head fell back, his eyes closing. “Oh god, baby, you
can’t. Not tonight.”

“Why not? I want to. You want me to.” Lucie picked up pace
and pumped him harder. She loved the thick feel of him in her hand. Small
shudders ran through him, his wide chest rising and falling in tune with the
sharp breaths he drew with each caress.

He raised his head to look at her dazedly. “Just your hand,
okay?”

Lucie doubted he could have stopped her had she dived in and
gone at him with her mouth. But enjoying him in his pleasure…maybe she could
wait until next time.

Next time?

She stared unblinkingly at him, MacCale pumping into her
fist, ready to explode. He’d been so hard already when he had stripped, she
didn’t wonder at his rapid rise. Or was it Anika who had gotten him so hot and
horny, the she-devil?

Lucie didn’t want to think about her, she only wanted Mac
to…

I only want Mac. That’s all I want.

His shaft pulsed. She knew what it meant.

“Get up. I want to see you come. Get up.”

For a moment he didn’t move. He looked uncertain, and
excited as hell.

“I said get up,” she said more forcefully. Finally, he complied,
standing with a splash. Lucie maneuvered herself to meet him on her knees.

“That’s more like it,” she murmured. He was a sight,
standing tall in front of her, abs contracting, his thighs taut, his cock fully
erect.

Dark. Gleaming. Irresistible.

The second his knees locked, she gripped his shaft again and
slipped the thick crown past her lips.

He shouted out, clutched the back of her head, his fingers
burrowing into her hair. “Let go, baby.”

She shook her head. His cock bobbed around in her mouth, her
tongue teasing the underside of the knob. He jerked violently every time she
touched the spot.

“Fuck.”

A really sensitive, tasty spot.

She gripped him gently with her mouth but firmly with her
hand so he understood she had no intention of letting go. She had wanted to do
this from the first time she had set eyes on his cock. He wouldn’t rob her of
the opportunity now.

She suckled him, pumping the head with a steady smooth
suction, her palm gliding along the fat stalk in an equally easy rhythm. She
had no idea what he liked or how to give it to him, but judging by the
strangled sounds he was making, she was doing just fine.

“You’re killing me,” he ground out, his tone equal parts
arousal and frustration.

“I’ll make sure you go with a smile,” she quipped, and blew
a breath over the tiny slit.

His hips jerked, bucking wildly.

She put her fingers on his length, ghosted her nails along
the shaft. She blew another hot breath on his damp skin and without warning
prodded lightly with the tip of her tongue.

“Fuck,” he shouted on a shudder.

Lucie drew the tip into her mouth and suckled, nice and easy
one moment, hard and tight the next. His hips jerked involuntarily, and she
knew he wanted to thrust. He wanted to fuck her mouth but didn’t, letting her
do what she wanted in whatever pace she set instead.

She rewarded him with deliberately slow laps. Her tongue
explored, lingered, swirling up and down and around the hard, hot length,
looking for spots to tease. She laved with her tongue flattened, she nudged
with the tip. Stopping to make sure he watched her every move, she took him
deep into her mouth again.

“Fuck yeah,” he sighed. Mac was trying so hard to keep still
when she knew what he wanted was to push and pump. Lucie stroked him with one
hand as she gave it to him steadily, teasingly.

She wanted nothing more than to pay him in kind for all the
pleasure he’d given her then have him flood her mouth with his cum.

Loosening her grip a notch, she stopped suckling. Mac let
out a long, ragged sigh. Relief or aggravation, she didn’t know which. His cock
lost none of its hardness as she licked the crown gently. Unhurriedly, she
teased the slit with the tip of her tongue, then flicked the sensitive
underside in rapid-fire motion.

Mac groaned long and loud, his head falling back.

The look on his face was the sexiest thing she had ever
seen, as though he had to concentrate to keep watching. Every time he did, she
squeezed him a bit harder, took his cock back in her mouth and suckled just so,
and his head fell back again as if it were too much.

The response was such a turn-on, Lucie moaned. The reality
was no less a turn-on than the fantasy had been, maybe more.

“Do you know what you’re doing to me?” he growled. Mac
clutched her head with both hands, tilting it up a bit so she would look at
him. Refusing to let go of her prize, Lucie gripped his shaft harder and lifted
her eyes to his.

“I’m going to come, Lucie. I’m gonna come so hard. Can you
take it?”

She had no idea. She couldn’t wait to find out.

She stared up at him from under her lashes and suckled the
tip gently, giving permission, letting him know she was ready for him.

“You think you can take it?”