“Are you hungry?” I ask him, reaching up and pushing my curls back over my shoulder.
“For you…always.” Lucas flashes his fangs and flips me over, moving between my legs. I smile coyly up at him and pull his shirt over his head.
“I will never take this view for granted,” I groan, running my hand down his chest. He’s so beautifully muscular. “Or you. I promise you that, Lucas.” Dammit, I’m getting emotional again.
Lucas’s blue eyes reflect the firelight, and he holds my gaze for a moment before diving down, kissing me hard. I widen my legs, feeling his cock start to harden against me.
“I will love you forever,” he says between kisses. “No matter how long forever is for us.”
Tears stream down my cheeks again, and Lucas and I both frantically start removing each other’s clothes. In only seconds, I’m naked beneath him, feeling his fingers sweeping over my clit. The logs crackle and pop, and the heat from the fire causes my face to flush.
Lucas moves down between my legs, kissing, licking, and sucking until I come. Pleasure floods through me, and he moves back to me, putting his lips to mine so I can taste myself on him.
“Sit up,” I pant, blinking my eyes open as I try to feebly push Lucas off me. He rocks back, and I climb on, slowly lowering myself onto him, guiding his cock inside me. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, tossing my head back so my breasts are in his face as I rock my hips.
Lucas puts one hand on the back of my head, taking a fist full of my hair. He pulls my head back and puts his lips to my neck, pitching forward so we’re laying down now with him on top of me. We quickly get comfortable, and Lucas pushes his cock deep into me as he bites my neck, fangs breaking through my skin.
My lips part, moaning softly as he drinks my blood, thrusting into me faster and faster. We come at the same time, and Lucas pulls one last mouthful of blood from my body.
He licks the wound on my neck as he pulls out, moving to my side. I’m panting, ears ringing, and hot from the fire. And from having sex with Lucas, of course.
Lucas puts his fingers over the bite wounds, keeping pressure on them until little scabs form. He told me before I knew I was a nephilim that my blood clots faster than most, which is just another reason we’re perfect together. He’s able to only drink my blood because of that, and how fast I’m able to recover from the blood loss.
“Your blood still tastes sweeter than before,” he tells me, nuzzle his head against my breasts. I bend my arm up, raking my fingers through his thick hair. He takes his fingers from my neck and licks the blood off them. “I can’t put a reason to why, though.”
“Well, I am pretty sweet,” I say, batting my eyelashes at him. He grins and rolls over, spooning his body around me. “Only sometimes, though.”
“I prefer it when you’re not.”
We lay by the fire for a while, just enjoying each other’s silent company.
“I have to pee,” I groan, not wanting to get up but really feeling those two margs and right now. “Don’t go anywhere.”
“Only if you don’t put clothes on.”
“Deal.” Smiling, I get up. But as soon as I take a step, my vision goes fuzzy, and dizziness crashes down on me. I throw out my hand, feeling like I’m going to fall, but Lucas gets to me in just a second.
“Callie?” he asks, brows furrowed with concern. I blink a few times, pushing back the lump that’s rising in my throat. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah, I just got a little dizzy, that’s all.” I suck in a deep breath and rest my head against Lucas for a second before trying to stand back up. Lucas keeps a steady hold on my arm. “Did you drink a lot of blood or something?”
“Not more than normal.”
“Oh, well, maybe it was the margaritas.”
“Maybe.” He brushes my hair back. “I’ll take you upstairs.”
“I’m fine,” I press and move out of his embrace. “I’m really thirsty, though, so if you want to get me a glass of water while I use the bathroom, that would be nice.”
“You’re sure you’re fine?” He laces his fingers between mine.
“Yeah.” He kisses my forehead, and I go upstairs to pee and clean myself up. Right as I flush the toilet, I think I hear someone talking…someone who isn’t Lucas.
And is a female.
“What?” I whisper and grab my robe from the back of the bathroom door. I quickly slip it on and go down the stairs, feeling a little light headed again. I grab the banister and slow down, not wanting to tumble. What is wrong with me?