Chapter 82
Noelle
Every fairy tale I’ve ever read portrayed fairies as malicious and frightening creatures with a craving for human blood. They were creatures fit for nightmares, and yet, it isn’t fear I feel when Lucian tastes my lips–it is lust.
He could so easily break me. Crush me. Destroy me–do whatever the hell he wanted with me, but instead, his choice is to trail kisses up my neck. He nibbles my skin, licks my sensitive areas, and holds my hands locked above my head as he presses his cock against my wet sex.
I’m hornier than ever, and, to tease me, Lucian leans in with a smirk playing over his lips. “Do you want to know a secret?
“Right now?” When he is close to fucking me?
He chuckles. “It will be a good one.”
My curiosity grows, and I whisper, “Then tell me.”
“I’ve always wanted to make you mine, Noelle,” he whispers. “Even when you belonged to my brother as his fated mate, I craved you and wished you were mine. Not Sebastian’s.”
Shock seeps through me and I breathe out my next sentence, “But you were so mean to me…”
“I teased you only because I couldn’t let you find out how hard you made me every time I looked at you,” he says before kissing my neck with the perfect force. It feels so good that I look up at the darkening sky above us to grant him access.
“You’re so delicate,” Lucian mutters against my skin and cups my cheek. “Innocent. Intoxicating. Pure addiction in the form of a woman…” He tilts his head with a cruel smile curling his lips. “I didn’t think someone as pretty as you would want me in my fairy form. Aren’t you frightened?”
“No,” I breathe and try to free my right arm from his grip. He immediately releases it, and I cup his face, just like he is cupping mine, and murmur, “I want to be taken by you–the real you.”
Interest flickers in his crimson eyes. “You think the fairy version is the real me?”
“Isn’t that why you’re having trouble being good?”
He releases a dark laugh. “If the fairy side is the true me, then I’m a monster.”
“No,” I say in a low voice, stroking my thumb over the dark blood vessels covering his cheek. “Not a monster–flawed, just like everybody else.”
He looks at me for a long moment as if he is shocked by my words. But he recovers quickly and leans in to press his forehead against mine.
“You could easily become an addiction,” he murmurs.
Those words pique my interest. “How so?”
Lucian hesitates, and I get the feeling it’s hard for him to show himself vulnerable in his fairy form. Fairies are the most feared creatures on earth, and being honest must be terrifying for Lucian, yet he speaks.
“No one has ever seen through me before, but you do it so easily, Noelle. It’s like… it’s like you know me better than I even know myself.”
“Maybe I do.”
“And yet you’re here with me, a monster?”
“You’re not a monster.”
“How can you be so sure?”
I smile weakly, “I just know.”
Something I didn’t expect from his fairy side happens right then–I see emotion in those red eyes of his. That’s probably why I shiver when he says, “You’re so beautiful I can hardly believe you’re mine.”
3:16 PM C
Chapter 32
“Is that what you see when you look at me? Beauty?” I ask him quietly, hoping for his answer to be yes.
“Yes, I see beauty,” he replies instantly. “But that’s not all that I see. There’s also strength. Courage. Loyalty and a woman capable of stirring a fire within me that I didn’t even know existed”
Lost in his words, I fumble for a response. “Lucian… I…”
He silences me with a heated kiss, his teeth nipping at my lower lip. “Don’t say anything, Noelle,” he breathes out against my lips. “Just feel.”
His hand slides down my body, tracing over the curve of my hip before he finds my clit. A jolt shoots through me when he circles it, teasingly tending to it to make me wetter. My breath hitches in my throat, and he chuckles darkly, amused by how I can’t help but press myself against his hand.
His fingers continue their dance, stoking the fire within me until I’m squirming against the tree, desperately wanting more.
“I want to hear you,” Lucian says and looks directly into my eyes while playing with my clit. “Give in to the pleasure, Noelle. Moan and let me know who owns you.”
In response to his command, I moan loudly and clench around his finger, shocking us both. My juices are trickling down my inner tight, and Lucian’s smirk turns devilish. He presses harder, eliciting another moan from me. The sensation is so intense, so unbearably good, that I can’t help but move against him, almost fucking his hand.
Satisfaction shines in his red eyes. I can tell he is amused by me riding his hand like there’s tomorrow, but it feels too good for me to get embarrassed. Instead, I continue what I’m doing until Lucian tilts his head to the side with a telltale smirk.
“Does that feel good?”
“Y…Y–yes…”
His smirk widens. “Do you want more of me?”
I inhale sharply, barely able to talk because of the building pleasure between my slick thighs. “Y–yes!”
“Then tell me who owns you.”
“You,” I gasp.
His other hand slides up my stomach, his long fingers finding my breast and teasing my hardened nipple. It stands on end, begging for his mouth.
“Say my name,” he demands through gritted teeth. “Say my name, and I will suck it.”
I can’t deny him what he wants. He is too good at this. Too good at making me feel like the only woman in the entire world.
“Lucian,” I moan, my hips rocking against his hand. And, since he still isn’t sucking my breast, I repeat it, “Lucian. Lucian is my master!”
Lucian growls and pulls away, his face darkened with rage and lust. “That’s right. I own you,” he hisses, and I whimper, wanting more of his touch, but he holds back, staring into my eyes. “Say it again.”
“Lucian,” I moan, my voice hoarse and needy. “You own me.”
He circles my clit harder, faster. My body arches into him, trying to press more against his hand.
“And who am I to you?” he asks.
“My…my master,” I pant out, my hips jerking forward.
“Yes, you might be the Alpha, but when it’s just you and I, we both know who’s in charge, don’t we?”
I swallow thickly. “Y–you…“.
He growls as if liking my answer, and then he dives down, taking my breast into his mouth. His tongue swirls around the distended peak, tugging and pulling like he’s marking it as his own. My back arches off the tree, my fingers grip his long white hair, and I gasp his name over and over.
It feels like I’m in heaven, but Lucian hasn’t even started to shatter me yet.
this free hand runs down my stomach and trases my entrance, phing one finger inside. It’s painful since his fingers are much larger than usual, but it feels so good. I whimper like a bitch in heat, trying to push myself onto his finger, needing more. Lucian bites my nipple in response, and 1 feel so hot that I think I might burst
Lucian 1, ‘Please
He hums against my skin, and another finger slides inside me, stretching me wider. I cry out in pain and pleasure, and the sound makes him stand up once more.
“Sweet, little Noelle; he taunts. “I can’t wait to fuck you?
His gaze is predatory, a clear sign of his dominance, and I don’t mind my role as the prey, completely at his mercy.
“Yes” The word escapes my lips in a breathy ruth. “Please, fuck me, Lucian. L. I need you‘
He pulls his fingers free and slowly thrusts his cock head inside of me, never breaking eye contact.
“This will be different, he tells me, stroking my cheek with his predatory eyes set on mine. “I won’t be gentle with you”
The only response I’m capable of is a needy moan. I can’t speak; all I can do is breathe and sound like a bitch in heat while waiting for him to take me. I want to be dominated by him so badly that my whole body is tight and heated to the point the slightest move makes me moan in anticipation.
I can’t take it anymore!
“I want you, Lucian,” I whisper, echoing the truth that lies deep within me.
His smirk returns as he leans down to brush his lips against mine. “And I want you, Noelle.”
His lips taste like sin, like I’m kissing the devil himself. Maybe I am. Lucian has eaten people and murdered people, yet here I am, giving myself to him willingly, I can’t help it. He might be cruel to those he doesn’t like, but here, right now with me, he is treating me like I’m his plaything, and it’s exactly what my body craves.
“I love how you feel around my cock, Lucian mutters as he thrusts into me, splitting me open without hesitation.
A loud gasp tears from my throat, mingling with Lucian’s own grunts of satisfaction.
The feeling of him inside me is too intense, filling my senses entirely, blotting out anything and everything else. His body moves against mine, dominating me completely as he had promised. He is big! Each thrust sends waves of pleasure rolling through me, and I writhe against the tree trunk behind me, begging for more.
“Lucian,” I whimper, my nails digging into his muscular back right underneath the area where his wings would be if he had them on display.
He seems to like that.
A groan leaves his lips, and he drives his cock deeper and harder, his predatory gaze never leaving mine. His hands grip my hips, lifting me slightly to find a new angle that makes me gasp and shudder. It feels like I’m sitting on his cock, like it’s holding me up. I gasp again, close to passing out, when white–hot pleasure threatens to take over.
“Lucian…” I moan.
“I know, baby,” he growls. “You’re almost there, but we aren’t done yet.”
I realize what he means when I feel his cock swelling and knotting inside of me. Another moan slices through me, but Lucian silences me with his mouth, tasting me as his cock grows larger and larger inside of me.
Then, once we are stuck, he stops kissing me and murmurs, “Mine,” before biting my neck.
It makes me gasp because I know there will be a mark there tomorrow. The sickening part? I want it even though Lucian didn’t ask for my opinion. His possessiveness is hot and more than enough to send me toppling over the edge.
“Lucian!” I scream, my voice breaking once I hit my climax and convulse around his cock, my body bucking wildly with each shockwave of pleasure.
“Yes,” he groans, his pace quickening until he is relentlessly fucking my cunt as I ride out my orgasm, clenching and unclenching around him. “That’s it, Noelle. Just like that.”
3:17
Chapter 32
His movements become erratic, telling me he is close, and with a final thrust, Lucian’s body tenses before his cock finally pulses within me. His warm release fills my cunt, and he throws his head back, his eyelashes spread over his cheeks as he surrenders to the bliss rolling through him.
The image is sexy enough to make me squirm and desperately ride his cock until I reach another orgasm. When I do, exhaustion takes over.
My body is limp, held up only by Lucian’s strong hands gripping my hips and his cock still buried deep within me. I’m a panting mess, my pulse racing as I come down from my peak.
“Lucian…” I murmur, weakly gripping his shoulder as I fall flat against him.
To my surprise, he hugs me to him in an almost tender gesture and whispers, “I got you.”
I smile. “To think even your fairy side can be gentle.”
“Shut up.”
My smile widens, but I don’t tease him further. I just hug him back, allowing myself to breathe him in before I near his neck and pierce it with my teeth. Lucian tenses up, and I smirk. Payback is a bitch, isn’t she?
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