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I have never watched a couple before. But Lucien and Luna? This is something else. This is a level of arousal I haven’t felt before, and touching myself doesn’t feel like enough.

It is like there is too much distance between us.

I want to be in the room. I want to smell their sweat and their heat. I want to be close enough to see her cheeks flushing and her lip trembling as she bites down on the urge to come.

I lean closer, fisting my cock furiously as I watch them.

With each thrust of Lucien’s hips, Luna moans and her body shudders in response, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my own body. Her nails dig into Lucien’s skin, her fingers entwined in his hair as he slams deeper into her, claiming what is his. She throws her head back, panting his name like a prayer.

Lucien’s eyes never leave hers as he holds her hips tightly, marking her with his firm grip.

As they move together, my head spins.

Every time he hits the spot inside her that sends shivers down her spine, she gasps and arches under him, hissing out tiny little moans that make me harder and more desperate to come.

I realize I am watching Lucien, too. Almost as much as I’m watching Luna. And now I need to use another hand. This one on my balls.

I picture her crawling beneath the desk and putting them in her mouth.

I picture him fucking her right here in front of me. Bending her over while I watch the two of them just inches from my face.

When she climaxes, he does too.

I am not far behind them.

An orgasm, quick and powerful, makes me slam the desk with my closed fist as ropes of cum spill onto the floor.

I am panting, one hand still on my cock, when I hear a voice down the hall.

Fuck.

Trent.

He’s calling for the dogs, but he’s coming this way.

Chapter 21

Luna

The rich aroma of coffee fills the air as Lucien pours us both a cup. It’s such a normal, domestic act that for a moment, I forget where I am and who he is. As he hands me the steaming mug, our fingers brush, and I feel that now-familiar tingle of electricity.

“Thank you,” I murmur, wrapping my hands around the warm ceramic.

We settle into a comfortable silence, and I can’t help but marvel at how at ease I feel. It’s dangerous, this sense of comfort. I should be on guard, shouldn’t I? He’s a vampire. A powerful, ancient being who’s been keeping me here against my will.

And yet, it feels right. Normal, even. Like something a couple would do the morning after a good date if they’d gone home together and liked each other. The thought makes me blush, and I hide behind my coffee cup.

Lucien’s voice breaks the silence. “How’s your pain this morning?”

I look up, meeting his concerned gaze. There’s genuine care there, and it catches me off guard.

“Better,” I admit. “Whatever is in your blood... it helped.”

He nods, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “I’m glad. But it will wear off soon.”

“I understand.”

“I probably shouldn’t have offered it to you,” he says, more contemplative than annoyed at himself. “Forming a habit would not be a good idea.”