Page 41 of Lucien

Luc set his own drink down, tracking Jamie’s approach with heat in his eyes. “I do.”

Jamie let out a happy sound at the affirmation. “And your monster wants to please me, doesn’t he?”

Luc licked his lips. “It does.”

Jamie moved steadily forward until he was standing between Luc’s spread legs. This close, he towered over the vampire’s seated form, but Jamie still felt almost…delicate…in his presence. Luc had the aura of a king, sprawled in his seat, his hands lightly gripping the ends of the chair arms. Such an intense presence for one person to have. How did he bear it, containing all that power?

Jamie rested his hands right on top of Luc’s forearms, leaning forward until they were nose to nose. “You’re mine, Lucien Volaire. All mine. Iclaimyou.”

And….boom. There it was.

It was amazing, the stillness that came over Luc at Jamie’s words. That unnatural, inhuman stillness. It reminded Jamie of their first meeting, Luc holding himself so guardedly, as if he was afraid to move. As if he was afraid to break that careful restraint he was clearly holding on to by the very tips of his fingers.

When Luc spoke, his voice was the softest Jamie had ever heard it. Barely a breath. A purr.

“Yours,” he whispered.

Jamie nodded, his nose rubbing against Luc’s as he did so. “Mine,” he repeated.

Shadows danced in those black eyes, ebbing and flowing like the tides. Jamie was mesmerized by them.

“It’s for forever, pretty flower,” Luc warned. “If you’re thinking of having a little taste of danger only to disappear afterward…I won’t let you go.” He bared his teeth. “Ican’tlet you go.”

It was both promise and plea.Don’t leave me. I’ll chase you.

Jamie brushed his nose against Luc’s cheek, against his ear, breathing in his sandalwood scent. He delighted in the shiver that ran through Luc’s tense frame. “I’m not asking you to ever let me go,” he soothed. “What don’t you understand about that? Iclaimyou, Luc. You’re mine.”

The tension snapped.

A growl, one that sent shivers of his own down Jamie’s spine. And then Luc was on him.

Or more accurately, Jamie was on Luc.

In one lightning-quick movement, Luc had Jamie pulled onto his lap, those big hands grasping Jamie’s hips with an iron grip.

Jamie hoped Luc left imprints of his fingers on his skin. He wanted his marks all over him.

He could feel Luc’s hard length pulsing against him. Jamie ground against it and bit back a moan as Luc claimed his mouth with a snarl. His kiss was bruising, fierce, demanding. He left no part of Jamie’s mouth unexplored, sucking on his tongue, grazing his lips with his fangs.

Jamie felt consumed.

He was panting and writhing by the time Luc pulled back, sucking a bruising kiss onto Jamie’s neck, just under his ear, before returning to Jamie’s mouth, like he couldn’t resist it.

“Mine.” It was more growl than word, but Jamie understood perfectly.

“Yes,” he gasped when Luc released his mouth again. “Fuckingyes. All yours.”

He gave a startled laugh as Luc surged up, lifting Jamie into the air, his legs wrapped around Luc’s hips, his arms locked reflexively behind the vampire’s neck.

“Holy shit. You can pick me up.”

Luc scoffed. “Of course I can.”

He took them to Jamie’s room, nibbling at Jamie’s mouth all the while, leaving Jamie’s lips swollen and tender and more sensitive than they’d ever been.

Jamie didn’t mind one bit. He was gagging for it, for anything this vampire would give him.

Luc tossed—actuallytossed—Jamie onto the bed after closing the door with a kick. “Strip if you don’t want me to tear those clothes,” he ordered gruffly.

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