Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

Lucian

Her juices soaked my tongue. She shook beneath me before her body went limp. I continued to lap at her cunt like a cat with cream. Tasting myself on her made me want to fuck her again.

My poor little bird was out cold, humans were so weak. 

It was no fun to fuck someone when you couldn’t see the struggle in their eyes. She’d fought me even as she’d come again and again. Watching her come apart had been like nothing I’d experienced. It had turned me on more than anyone else ever had. 

I had been surprised that she’d been able to keep up with me for so long. It must have something to do with the mate bond.

Even now, as I nibbled at her sex, I could feel the bond. It was less intense now that she was passed out, but it was still there. I sucked one of her lips into my mouth, moaning at the taste. How could anyone taste this good?

I hadn’t known that claiming someone would make me feel this way. 

It was a weakness and I wasn’t weak. 

It was in my bones and blood to covet and protect what was mine. I'd only ever wanted to protect my thrall like this, my brothers. 

She was mine, even though I hadn’t wanted her to be. 

Even if I’d only claimed her as a mate to secure things for my thrall and those around us. I’d have to keep her hidden, I couldn’t let my weakness for her destroy me. 

I gave her pussy one last long lick before leaning back. My cock bobbed against my stomach, pre-cum leaking from the tip. I wanted to fuck her again, but I didn’t like them passed out. 

I wanted that fire that she gave me, how she’d fight me until she lost herself in the pleasure that I was forcing her to feel. Fisting my hand around my cock, I closed my eyes. Not fighting back the growl that slipped from my lips. 

I pictured her on her knees, her hands bound behind her back as she waited for me. Her lips parted as I tangled my fist into her hair. Ordering her to suck me off, even in the fantasy, she wasn't quite broken. Her eyes glared up at me as she pulled my zipper down with her teeth. Freeing my dick from my slacks before taking me into that mouth of hers. 

A mouth that I knew purred out filthy words when she was lost in pleasure. She wasn’t like the others who’d let me do as I pleased.

She’d accepted what I was giving her, sure. 

There had still been that spark of fire and I wanted to see her go up in flames or break. Either thought made me think about burying my dick inside of her. She’d be so pretty, broken, and waiting for me. 

My perfect little caged bird. 

Before, when I’d taken a partner, they hadn’t been allowed to look at me. Not her, I wanted to see her. To see everything play across her face. See it when she gave up, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to escape me. I worked my fist up and down, even though we’d fucked I still wanted her. 

I looked at her glistening sex, I’d licked her clean. Her swollen sex glistened in the dying firelight. My mouth watered, my tongue moving over my lips, the taste of her lingering. It sent me over the edge, cum splashed across my chest and I panted trying to catch my breath. 

Standing, I grabbed the basin and walked over to the bathroom. Not closing the door. If she woke up with the energy to leave, I didn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea. She wouldn’t be getting away that easily, and humans roaming the hallway this late at night were fair game, even if they were claimed.

Flipping on the light, I closed my eyes, waiting for them to adjust to the soft light that filled the bathroom from the domed ceiling. When they did, I dumped the water into the sink. Rinsing the bowl and hanging up the rag on the towel rack. I grabbed a towel, drying off the basin before placing it back under the sink. 

I wouldn’t have her used like that by anyone but me. I moved over to the large walk-in shower, turning on the water. There was a seat inside the shower that I wanted to take my little bird on, I bit my lip thinking about how she’d look. Her hair plastered down to her skin, steam floating around her body. 

If I’d had the energy to get hard again, I knew that I would have been. It seemed like I was spent. That was a good thing. I'd be able to rest beside her without fucking her senseless. 

Steam started to fill the room, I stepped under the hot spray of water. Letting it rinse away the sweat and our mixed secretions. Grabbing the soap and washcloth, I cleaned myself, not liking the fact that I was washing away the scent of her. That was okay, she’d carry my scent. My mark, no matter how hard she scrubbed her skin.

A part of me would always be inside of her. 

One day, she'd claim me and her scent would cling to my skin. Until then, I'd make sure that I fucked her enough that she couldn't move without thinking about me.

After my shower, I dried off. Hanging my towel up before I made my way back into my bedroom. Cass was lying on my bed, she’d shifted onto her side. Her hand tucked beneath her chin, her other hand against the sheets. I didn’t bother getting dressed, instead, I walked over to the bed. 

Folding the down comfort back, I laid down. Pulling her body flush against mine so I could pull the comforter over the two of us. Her skin was cold and in her sleep, she shifted closer to me. Seeking out my warmth. Her back was against my chest, her bottom wiggled against me and I let out a moan. I would have liked to take her again, but we both needed sleep.