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The air still carries his scent, and I find myself leaning into it. He is temptation incarnate. But Luna will not be tempted by him. Will she?

9

Nix

VIENNA, 1762

Lucien undresses me quickly, licking up the blood that belongs to the humans we just drained. Then he kneels at my feet and worships me with his mouth.

I put my hands on his head and ease my cock into the back of his throat. The pressure on the tip as his throat convulses, and the way his eyes widen, drives me wild. So, I push harder. And faster.

I rake my hands through his hair. He moistens his fingers and plays with my ass, moving his mouth and tongue to my balls to hungrily lick and suck on them.

Wrapping my fingers around my cock, I stroke it until I’m ready to come, then bring his mouth back so he can swallow it down. He is greedy and grateful, but it’s my turn to please him now.

Above us, the ballroom chandelier glistens. Outside, darkness presses in on the large windows. I pick Lucien up and carry him over to the piano, setting him down on the lid. He is naked, his cock hard, veins throbbing. He lies back and trails his fingers over the keys as I take his length in my mouth.

Then I jump up, balancing on my toes, flip him over, and fuck him from an angle that makes him slam his fist into the top of the piano. The wood splinters. I fuck him harder. And when he’s about to come, I stop, slow down, kiss his shoulders, his back, his thighs. I run my hands up and down the dips and grooves and rivets of his beautiful body.

I can hear his pleasure in my head, feel it in my head, and the place where our blood merged – my wrist – throbs with loyalty to him.

“Tell me you’re mine,” Lucien says, turning over so he can stare up at me as I ease myself onto his cock.

I release a groan that’s more like a growl as I lower myself onto him. My eyes roll back. I feel so full. So full of him.

“I’m yours.” I move up and down, slowly at first, then faster as he reaches for my cock.

“Tell me we’ll never be parted,” he whispers, eyes flickering.

“Never.” I hook my fingers into his mouth.

“Tell me you love me.”

“I fucking love you, Lucien. I fucking love you.”

When I say it a third time, an orgasm rips through him and he releases hot ropes of come onto his stomach and onto mine. I collapse on top of him and our lips collide.

“I love you too,” Lucien says, kissing my neck. “I love you, too.”

10

Luna

Ihave been pacing Lucien’s study for hours, and he is still not back. I don’t know where he is or when he’ll return and, even though I know he left before I kissed Kim, I can’t help feeling that he is gone because I kissed Kim.

I have paced round and round Lucien’s desk a hundred times at least.

I couldn’t stay in my room.

Every time I closed my eyes, I felt Kim’s lips on mine. And every time I felt them, guilt rose in my chest like floodwater, and the shadows in the corners of the bedroom rose with it.

I flop down in Lucien’s chair and wrap my hands around the yellow mug of tea that went cold hours ago.

Lucien, I kissed Kim.

Lucien, Kim kissed me. We kissed each other. But then we stopped.

Lucien, please don’t kill him. You’re running low on staff and he’s not evil like Trent. He’s too hot to be evil.