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“I will have a think about it, sweetheart.” After this, I decided not to push it, even though we both knew that I really, really wanted to. He even teased me about it, especially when that night we were lying in the dark and my mind was going a million miles an hour. Which was when I said,
“It doesn’t even have to be a big museum.” To which he burst out laughing, pulled me to him, kissed me on the forehead, and said,
“Good night, Amelia.”
After this, I finally took the hint… well,at least for the night.
But that had been a month ago and I hadn’t mentioned anything about it since. Besides, work was keeping me busy and now the idea of going home for Christmas had overwritten all thoughts and dreams of running my own museum… well,almost.
So, with this new mission in mind, I grabbed the basket I had prepared, now filled with sandwiches and other goodies, from the kitchenette.
Then, after shimmying out of my underwear, at his order, I made my way to Lucius’s office, one, that was purposely not too far away from my own. I knew this was for a few reasons, as clearly, Lucius was in no rush to put too much distance between us. I also think this was the reason he was holding back agreeing to the museum idea.
I knew time was the key to easing his worries, but time worked differently for a vampire over two-thousand-years old. Meaning three months was merely a drop in the Ocean for Lucius, just as it was for my father. Because for them both, they had lived throughout a history I had only ever dreamed about experiencing. A history I had only ever had the pleasure of learning through study and books. Throughout the few stories my father had shared with me, keeping them edited for first, a child’s ears, and then for my protection as a mortal.
I suppose knowing how to summon up your grandfather, the King of Lust all from reading the wrong book, wasn’t something my father could trust. Hence my limited access to the family library. But that had been when I was thought of solely as being human, and before I married a Vampire King with his own extensive library. One I’d had full access to, which was another thing for me to squeal over the moment Lucius showed me. He had also been making a point to teach me things about my world that I had previously been kept in the dark about.
It started when I had first been brought to Königssee. We had been making our way to Lucius’s private space at the centre of the mountain, when I saw the Sigils on the doors. He had started to teach me what each bit meant with the promise of teaching me more. Well, Lucius hadn’t forgotten this promise, despite all that had happened after this point.
I found this out when he showed me to his library for the first time, taking out the books and making a pile of the ones he thought would interest me the most. We had spent the whole night in front of the fireplace, sitting reading old texts with Lucius explaining elements of each realm. This along with ancient symbols I didn’t recognize and other worldly events I had no idea had even happened. There was a whole hidden world of history that had taken place and I had no clue to any of it.
It was a historical minefield, and one that Lucius seemed only too happy to indulge me in, until the point that I fell asleep in his arms clutching a book of Fae history to my chest. One he had to pry out of my hands before carrying me off to our bed.
I had been like a kid in a candy store ever since, spending half my time studying Lucius’s extensive collection of antiquities, and half the time in his library studying a whole new world of knowledge. Of course, that wasn’t always to say that we only read in the library, as let’s just say, Lucius found my enthusiasm very endearing. And the sounds and noises of pleasure I would make, he often commented that he found very cute.
To the point that his biggest turn on was clearly corrupting his little scholar by pinning her to the thick,thankfully,sturdy shelves, fucking me senseless against dusty old books.
And speaking of sex and my hopeful powers of persuasion…
I knocked on his door.
22
THE DAY BEFORE CHRISTMAS
“Amelia.”
“Huh?” The sound of Lucius’s voice finally pulled me from my nervous thoughts and where I had been flicking my bookmark in between my thumb and my forefinger for the past twenty minutes. Of course, for the hours before this, I had been fidgeting in different ways and each time I knew Lucius had wanted to comment.
“Why are you so nervous?” he asked from where he was sitting across from me. We were on a flight on our way to Portland, Maine, where my parents were expecting us. Because, of course, Lucius had, yet again, given me what I wanted and I, in turn, had asked Liessa to find me something so as I may say thank you. Which meant that when he walked into the bedroom that night, he did so to find me wearing nothing but a see-through red baby doll and a Santa’s hat. His face had been a picture, especially when I said,
“Merry Christmas, baby.” His reply came out as a sexy, husky growl as he stalked toward me.
“Merry Christmas, indeed.”
This also meant that I made my point after paying special attention to a certain part of his anatomy, practically purring as I swiped the cum from my lips after swallowing most of it down, telling him,
“See, I told you Christmas can be fun.” Then I winked at him, making him laugh before dragging me up the length of him and well…
Making it fun for me also.
But that had been a week ago and now here we were, on our private jet, with a plane full of wrapped gifts and enough luggage for the week we planned to be there. And Lucius was right, I was nervous. Yet I lied and said,
“Me? I’m not nervous.” Of course, the sound of my bookmark once again flapping nervously in between my fingers named me as a liar. Which is why he reached across the table and took my hands, plucking the bookmark out of my fingertips and setting it on top of my open book. One about lost realms and fallen cites. Oh, and it was also one I had given up reading over an hour ago.
“Now try again, and this time without the lies,” he said, reading me better than I had been trying to do with the damn book.
“It’s just that it’s the first time we’re all going to be together as a family,” I told him, and his expression told me that he still didn’t see what the problem was.
