But maybe there was a reason he didn’t say anything. A reason Blaise wasn’t privy to. Maybe this wasn’t possible with an Eteria. Maybe I was doomed to not being able to trust my own emotions. My own attraction. My own feelings.
Hesitantly, I looked at Lucien again and let myself truly feel. All the feelings I had suppressed. Everything I told myself was nothing. All the emotions I tried not to acknowledge.
The pain I felt for him when he told me his story.
The way my body felt when he kissed me senseless.
How every touch of his made me feel safe.
How being in his arms was like finding an oasis in the middle of a big, lonely desert.
Every moment we’d spent together since I found him outside my apartment building on the verge of death was meaningful. Every moment I caressed his beautiful coat, or cupped his face, or wished I would be in his league so he would notice plain old me ...
A pair of brilliant blue eyes suddenly entered my vision, and I stared for a long moment before I realized Lucien was awake.
And staring right at me.
I jumped to my feet, not knowing what to do, feeling vulnerable, as if everything I was feeling was written all over my face. “Lucien—” I blurted without meaning to, having no idea what I wanted to say, or if I even wanted to say anything.
But I didn’t have time to think because a moment later, everything became a blur.
One moment, I was standing near his bed, not knowing what to do with myself.
The next, Lucien had jumped out of the bed, grabbed me by my waist, and thrown me on the bed, settling between my legs, his hands caging my face.
My lips parted as heat and confusion pooled in my stomach. With my heart beating like an incessant war drum, I stared at Lucien and tried to speak, but found that I couldn’t utter a word.
He pushed deeper into me with his hips, and when I flicked my gaze down, I saw a huge tent in his pants pressing against me.
I could feel myself getting wet at the sight, at the feel of him pressing his cock against my jeans-covered entrance, until I realized, belatedly, what kind of position we were in.
“Lucien,” I gasped, finding my voice, snapping my eyes to meet his. “What are you doing?”
Lucien didn’t speak. An unnamed emotion shone brightly in his eyes as his muscles grew stiff, his jaw locked, and I could almost hear him gritting his teeth as a soft yet animalistic growl rumbled in his chest.
The contradiction between his expression and the hot, mouthwateringly stiff cock hidden underneath his pants threw me off. On one hand, my mind was scrambled as my own arousal roared to the surface, while on the other, I was so fucking confused.
Then he spoke. And his voice was as guttural as it had been the night before, when the full moon still lingered in the sky. “You smell likehim.”
I stared at him, frozen.
He lowered his face so our noses almost touched. “Why did he touch you?”
For a long moment, I had no idea who he was talking about, but then I remembered Blaise had grabbed my hand. But he couldn’t possibly be talking about that, could he?
And suddenly, I was filled with frustration. “What the hell do you want from me, Lucien?” I snapped at him. “Why do you care?”
He growled louder as his lips hovered over mine. “I want to pump my scent into your skin until everyone knows you’re mine.”
I tried, and failed, to respond.
And Lucien, the sexy asshole, grinned smugly. “Is that a yes?”
“A yes?” I squeaked, feeling my chest growing heavy as my nipples hardened under my shirt. My loins clenched, my panties instantly drenched, and my breaths stuttered.
His eyes flashed, and this time, I could read his expression completely. His hooded gaze on my lips, the way he rocked his tented cock between my legs almost uncontrollably, the need etched in his face.
Lucien wanted me.
