“Of course. Just thinking.” He smiled, even as I could feel the tension in his muscles beneath me.
“Take your time. I’m in no rush. We’ve got all night. Besides, it’s not as if I’m… How old are you, again?” I grinned as I echoed his words back at him, and caught the spark of a real smile in the line of his jaw, the twitch of his lips.
“A little smartass, are we?” He leaned forward and captured my lips with his, leaving me flushed and wanting more, even as he pulled back.
“No, of course not.”
“A sassy smartass. I see how it’s going to be. And I’m three hundred ninety-eight, if you want to be precise.” He growled playfully, fingers skating over my ribs until they dug in with a tickle.
I gasped with laughter and tried fruitlessly to swat his hands away while processing. Holy shit. No wonder he thought I was too young at first. And while I knew he was deflecting, I was too busy trying not to pee from laughter to call him on it. My attempts to shake him off useless, I dove sideways, but he followed me, trapping me beneath him, a wide grin transforming his features as we were just silly together for the first time. It felt so good, so easy.
But when he settled over me, pressing me into the mattress, all traces of laughter fell away.
He was huge and warm and dominating, but somehow, I felt just as safe under him as I had on his lap. My wolf was purring contentedly in my chest, approving of the close contact, the way one of his sweats-clad thighs pressed between mine, and that unfamiliar but welcome heat against my core.
I whimpered at the sudden burst of need that overtook me, the sound clawing itself from deep in my throat against my will.
“Easy, hellcat. Easy.” He stroked the hair back from my face, the soft rumble in his chest soothing me on a primal level. But it didn’t take away the hunger.
For more. For him. For everything.
Lucien leaned in, pressing his lips to mine with careful consideration, teasing lightly, taking little nips of my bottom lip before moving on to the corner of my mouth, my jawline, the sensitive spot below my ear.
All the while, need coiled tighter in my belly, like a spring ready to pop at the slightest push.
His hand was skimming over my waist, his fingertips just teasing the bare skin of my abdomen, when someone knocked at the door.
“Fuck,” he whispered, dropping his head regretfully to my shoulder. He sucked in a deep breath, then leaned back, smiling at me. “Don’t move a muscle,” he ordered, dropping a sweet kiss on my forehead before going to check the door.
I rearranged myself just enough that I could see who it was. A towering male centaur, bare-chested but for a starched white apron, delivering a tray of food. I could smell the bitter promise of chocolate, and a tangy-sweet cheese, perhaps feta?
“Are you hungry?” Lucien asked when he turned with the tray, shutting the door behind him with his foot before carrying it across to the kitchen counter.
My stomach rumbled its approval of more food, even though my brain was still focused on the sexual tension climbing between us. He’d said we could take it slow, but nobody told my body or my wolf that.
Lucien chuckled. “I’m going to take that as a yes. It looks similar to what they had before. Would you like to come see, or can I bring you a plate?”
The question hung heavier than it seemed like it should. It was just dinner, so why did that look in his eyes send another shiver up my spine?
“I trust you,” I said, feeling uncharacteristically bold.
His smile was worth it. Satisfied and hungry at once. He piled a plate high with meats and cheeses, then slipped a few more things I couldn’t see onto the back of the plate before carrying it over to me.
“Thank you,” I murmured, reaching for it. But he held it out of reach, shaking his head.
“How much do you trust me?”
“Umm…” That was a loaded question. Complex. But if I were honest, I trusted him more than I probably should. “Enough.”
He grinned at my answer, and I held back a gasp at the fact that his canines were slightly elongated, proof that his wolf was pushing him, even though his eyes weren’t glowing.
Interesting.
He sat the plate of goodies on the bedside table where it was within reach, but was careful to keep it turned so the thinly sliced cold cuts were pointed my way, still hiding whatever he’d put on the other side. Then he climbed onto the bed, settling between my thighs again. This time, he sat up, reached for a slice of ham, and held it to my lips.
Instinct took over, my wolf seeing the meat as a mate offering. I opened my mouth and ate it, bite by bite, until nothing was left but blunt, masculine fingertips. Before I could do something truly psychotic like lick those next, he reached for another piece, feeding me slowly until I was full and shook my head when he offered me more.
To a human, it might not have been erotic. But to a wolf? It was primal to feed your mate. Survival. Proof that he was a provider, which made her blissful on a whole new level. His eyes were glowing now, and based on the way my gaze skated over the sharp angles of his face, the way I could catch motes of dust floating lazily across the room, I suspected mine were too. Our wolves had joined the party.
Satisfied that I’d eaten my fill, he dropped to his forearms, lifting the hem of my shirt to expose a stretch of skin, which he traced with hot kisses that sent shock waves of need down, down, down to my core. It was distracting and wonderful, but something was still bothering me.
“You didn’t eat,” I said on a gasp as he traced his tongue lazily around my navel.
Lucien hummed, looking up at me from under his lashes, never breaking contact with my skin. “Not yet, no.”
“Can I feed you?”
He groaned, as if the question physically hurt him. “Do you want to?”
“Of course. I- My wolf liked that. A lot.” Why was I blushing? It was stupid, a sign of my lack of experience, but I couldn’t stop it crawling up my neck at the admission.
“Whatever you want, hellcat.”
I scooted up onto my elbows, choosing a slice of meat from the plate, and offering it to him. He growled, the rumble of it lighting me up deliciously where it buzzed against my sensitive inner thighs. Where I’d been carefully taking little bites, Lucien was all alpha.
He grabbed my wrist, pulling me forward where he wanted me. Two bites, and the roast beef was gone, but that didn’t stop him. He sucked first my thumb into his mouth, swirling around it with his tongue as he held eye contact, then switched to my pointer finger. When he’d sucked me clean, he worked his way across my palm, nipping and sucking until he got to the inside of my wrist and froze, bowing his head as he huffed my scent from the pulse point there.
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