Part 5 (1/2)

Chapter 11.

Liza paused near the connecting door an hour later. She couldn't decide if she was supposed to meet Lucian in his room or if he'd meant her room. He had said his bed, but she was sure he had meant her room. She had showered then read some of her book. She wasn't sure now what to do, so she hovered unsure in the doorway. The dinner should be wrapping up in a short time. She was a little worried about the way Lucian had been acting. He had seemed out of it and it worried her. She was not sure what to think.

Standing near the door, she lingered. Maybe she should just wait until he came up and see what he wanted. She was not sure what the h.e.l.l had happened in the study an hour ago. It set b.u.t.terflies off in her stomach, he had seemed possessive. After the last week of him ignoring her at every turn, it had been shocking to have him so focused on her. When Toby had come to her door banging she had been a little angry. Angry over her plight, but she had known that she asked to be Lucian's blood slave. So she had made her bed and she would have to lie in it. It was the only way for her dilemma to be solved.

She answered the door in her robe, demanding to know what the hurry was. Toby had grabbed her by the arm and begun pulling her down the hall. His only words had been clipped and he demanded that she needed to speak to Lucian right away. She had tried to argue with him, but he had not allowed her to protest. He had just dragged her down the stairs. She had not expected to be grabbed the instant she entered the room. Nor had she imagined in a million years he would act like a mad man. Perhaps he had waited too long to feed or something.

She heard the door to Lucian's room open. She waited a beat then lifted her hand to knock on the connecting door, only it flew open.

”Why are you not in my bed?” Lucian rumbled, reaching out to grab her. His hands landed on her arms, and he pulled her to him, jerking around with her in his arms. He crowded her into his room.

”I didn't know if you meant your room, or mine.” She breathed, a little disturbed by his recent behavior.

”Mine, now get undressed and into my bed, now.”

”I think not.” She said, glaring at him.

”Do not push me tonight, Liza. You will not like my reaction. I am not human, and you could be harmed.” Lucian barked, still using his body to move her further into the room. She pushed against his chest.

”d.a.m.n it, Lucian. You have ignored me for a week, and then you almost attacked me in the study. What the h.e.l.l is wrong with you?” She demanded, her breath coming in hard, short pants.

”Liza, now is not the time for your defiance.” He reached out grabbing her around the waist, lifting her. Ignoring her hands, which smacked against his chest.

”Stop, you're acting like a bully, and I am not impressed.”

”Too bad.” He dropped her on the giant bed, which was along one wall in the corner of the room decorated with warm, rich browns with gold accents. She wasn't sure what the h.e.l.l was going on with him, but she couldn't say she was sorry that she was here. She had wanted this for so long it almost seemed like a dream. She sat up on the bed, pus.h.i.+ng her hair away from her face with frustration. She should protest his rough treatment, but she didn't really want to. Looking up at him, she glared.

”Do not look at me like that, kitten.” He began pulling his dinner coat off, then his s.h.i.+rt. He was getting naked? Now?

”Kitten?” She asked, he had never called her anything other than her name.

He was naked from the waist up now, and she stared at his ma.s.sive chest. It was tan from the time he had spent in the training yards, and she wanted to lick him from the slight dusting of hair on his navel to his brown nipples. She was getting distracted, she realized. She was supposed to be mad, but the sight of that chest shut her brain down. Liza s.h.i.+fted on the bed, wanting to crawl towards him and touch every inch of exposed skin she could get her hands on.

”Kitten,” He said again with a satisfied smirk. ”My kitten.” Then he pounced. He grabbed her taking her down on her back with his heavy bulk above her.

”Lucian...” She began, but that was all he allowed before his mouth crushed hers, and his tongue thrust inside her mouth. He let out a growling groan, and devoured her lips, his hands sliding to the neckline of her nightgown. There was a loud ripping sound and Liza realized that for the second time that night Lucian had just ripped her nightgown from her body. It made her burn with need. She moaned, giving in. She wanted this too badly to fight him right now.

Lucian still felt like his head would explode if he didn't get inside Liza. He had sat down in that dining room unable to entertain his guests because all he could think about was touching her. She lay beneath him, and he needed to feel her skin against his own. Ripping her offending nightgown off her, he devoured her mouth while his hands cupped her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He moaned with the pleasure he felt at that simple contact with her.

He had taken thousands of women in his long lifetime, but the feeling of Liza beneath him was unlike anything he had ever felt. He wanted to sink into her. His mouth moved down her neck sucking and licking a path to the perfect globes of perfection he held in his hands. Hearing the mewling moans of pleasure she let out, he wanted to crow in triumph. Lucian had never been an inattentive lover, but with Liza he wanted to be the best, the only man she ever thought of giving her pleasure.

He knew that he should pull back and allow her to go back to her chamber, but he would not. He could not wait a single moment longer to be inside her. His lips closed around the tip of her breast, his hand cupping the other as he flicked her other nipple. Sucking hard on the peak in his mouth. She moved arching into him, and he hardened even more. His d.i.c.k was already throbbing in antic.i.p.ation.

Liza moaned as his mouth closed over the peak of her breast. She was almost mindless with pleasure. His tongue circled the tip of her, his hands clutched her hip and her other breast. The s.e.xy growling sound made her tremble with the need for him to thrust inside her. The o.r.g.a.s.ms downstairs had been amazing, but she craved the intimacy of his body inside hers. She wanted to feel the full force of his erection, which pressed into her thigh as his mouth moved from one breast to the other, inside her.

His moved off her. She almost cried out in protest thinking he was going to reject her again. Only he was already moving back over her, and his mouth was covering the breast he had been sucking a moment ago, making her cry out. His teeth suddenly sank into her breast, making her moan as the feelings of owners.h.i.+p and l.u.s.t filled her from the connection it created. She arched into him realizing that he was naked and his hardened member was pressed against her leg.

Her mind was almost numb with pleasure. She reached out her hands sliding over his hard chest. Her fingers rubbed his hardened nipples, her hands moving to his shoulders to cling. Moaning, she kissed his jaw then slid to his neck. She felt his need spike, he growled. Then he was pulling back from her breast and his hard thickness was being pressed against her wet cavern. She felt the blunt tip seeking entrance, and arching into him she felt his hands find her hips and he was guiding himself into her. She mewled in pleasure when he thrust into her.

Lucian was almost maddened from the need to feel her wrapped around his d.i.c.k. His hands found her hips, and he was thrusting into her. He grunted in pleasure as her wet sheath clenched around his intruding member. He set a hard rhythm, almost mindlessly seeking pleasure inside her wet heat. He wanted to taste her again, feel them both climax together, but he knew that he needed to slow down. He had already fed from her earlier. Knowing that his pa.s.sion and need of a connection was becoming dangerous for her, he refused to taste her again.

His hands guided her body in the rough rhythm he set. The pleasure even without the bite was so strong it frighten him. He had never wanted to own a woman. He felt that it was a repulsive habit his kind had, owning slaves. Only he wanted to own Liza, but not in the master slave sense. In the owners.h.i.+p of a woman sense. He groaned, his head spinning with the decadence her body provided him.

He felt her begin to come around him, her teeth sinking into his shoulder and he lost the tight control he had on his need to taste her again. He bit into her shoulder feeling the flood of her climax spurn his. He heard her cry out his name filling him with satisfaction. His name should be the only one she ever cried out in climax, he thought possessively. He roared his own pleasure as he came in a flood of satisfaction so strong he nearly pa.s.sed out.

He groaned, rolling to the side. Hearing her quiet panting beside him.

”Wow. That was amazing.” She managed after several moments making him laugh. He lifted up looking down at her next to him on the bed.

”Wow, huh.” He asked, making her giggle.

”You shouldn't say that it sounds funny. Your speech is too old world and that just sounds too modern.” She laughed up at him, her hand cupping his cheek.

”Hummm...too old am I?” He asked, leaning forward taking her lips with his own. His tongue tangled with hers for several moments. She was breathless by the time he pulled back.

”Maybe, not that old.” She panted, looking at him with heavy lidded eyes filled with desire.

”Definitely not. Get some rest. I need to rest. For some reason this last week I have been unable to sleep.” He gave her a pointed look.

”That's not my fault, Lucian. You are the one who was avoiding this, not me. I was willing from the moment I walk into the house two weeks ago. Eager, even.” She said looking at him with narrowed eyes.

”Indeed. Go to sleep, Kitten.” He whispered, pulling her leg over his, settling her with her head resting on his chest.

”Shouldn't I go back to my room?” She asked, a little surprised that he was not forcing her from his bed now that the deed was done so to speak.

”Sleep.” He growled, clenching his teeth.

”Fine, but you still need to tell me why you have become so demanding all the sudden. Tonight, you frightened me a little in the study.”

”It was going without blood for too long. Go to sleep.” He demanded.

Liza didn't believe him for a second, something else was going on. She didn't argue though. She wanted to be here, so she would just lay here and enjoy it, she thought, feeling his fingers combing through her hair. That was nice was her last thought before drifting into sleep.

Chapter 12.

Dominick watched Lucian laugh at something Liza had just said from his position beside the meadow that the two lovers were eating a picnic in. He had tried to discourage his king from this romantic idea. It wasn't that he didn't realize after watching them together for the last three weeks that they made each other happy. He also had a suspicion that Lucian was already bonded with her. He knew how their people viewed a vampire who had bonded with another. They were considered flawed for mating.

Mating with a vampire who was once a human would be worse. He knew that it wasn't true that a mate weakened a vampire. He had watched from a young age the ways that bond strengthened a vampire. Mates could uses each other's strength during battle, and they were able to predict their partner's moves. Most vampires thought it weakened a vampire, but it didn't. He knew that something was still off with Liza, though. He just couldn't figure out what it was, and it was making him nervous that she really was going to betray them. Although, looking at the couple, he could not imagine her betraying his king.