Heir of Night (The Thorne Hill)

Lucas stares at me, and I laugh before his eye starts to twitch. “I’m hiding the keys.”

I laugh harder, not reminding him I’m way too nervous to drive something that expensive. It’s ridiculous, really, and I just don’t get the appeal of fancy cars. Get me from point A to point B comfortably and I’m good.

“I need to start the thank-you notes from the baby shower gifts when I get back,” I say out loud, hoping it will serve as a reminder to actually do it. “The best part about hardly inviting anyone to the shower means I don’t have many thank-you notes to write,” I add with a shrug. “It’s nice having a small social circle.”

“It’s the only kind of social circle I’ll ever have,” he grumbles, and I laugh again.

“My friends are your friends now, whether you like it or not.”

“And whether they like it or not.”

“Hey, they’ve come a long way in accepting a vampire into the circle of trust. I like you being in the circle.”

“I like being in something else even more.” He advances with vampire speed, picking me up and setting me on the counter.

“I’m a fan of that as well.” I widen my legs and lean back, welcoming him in between. There are large windows behind the breakfast table, giving a clear view into the house from the backyard, but right now, I’m not even thinking about it. One of Lucas’s large hands goes to the back of my head, taking a tangle of hair. Then he kisses me, tongue pushing into my mouth. Moaning, I wrap my legs around him, pulling him as close as he can get. Standing several inches over six feet, Lucas is tall enough to fuck me on the counter like this. We’ve done it many times, and the spontaneous take me now while we’re in the kitchen sex is always some of the best.

Lucas pushes me back so I’m lying on the counter and takes my leggings off. He drops down, head going between my legs and instantly turning me on so much I can’t stand not having his tongue against my clit for another second. Pushing up on my elbows so I can watch him get to work, I catch a glimpse of one of the workers in the backyard. He’s holding his hand up to his face, shielding the sun from his eyes, and it looks like he’s staring right at us.

“Lucas,” I groan, and he takes me saying his name as a sign of my desperation to have him. With a growl, he presses his fangs against my thigh just hard enough for a tiny amount of blood to pool on the surface of my skin. He drank from me yesterday and won’t take much today. Tasting my blood during sex makes it all the more enjoyable for him, and I’ve come to quite like it as well.

“They…they can see us.” I bring a hand to Lucas’s head, loving so fucking much how his hair is getting curly as it grows out.

“I don’t care,” he growls, licking blood off my thigh. He stands up and kisses me, taking a handful of my hair again and pulling my head to the side so he can kiss and suck at my neck. I’m getting more and more wound up from each kiss, from each time his tongue lashes out against my skin.

“I think…they’re…they’re watching.”

Suddenly possessive and not wanting anyone else to see my naked body but him, Lucas scoops me up and carries me out of the kitchen. We make it as far as the butler’s pantry that connects the kitchen to the dining room before we’re tangled together again, desperately stripping each other of our clothing.

Using magic, I bind Lucas’s hands together behind his back and drop to my knees. I rake my nails up his thighs and then take his thick cock into my mouth, sucking hard and then flicking my tongue around the tip. Lucas widens his stance, pulling against the magical binds. I’m concentrating more on giving him a good blow job than I am on keeping a hold of my spell, and he breaks free only moments later and pulls me up, turning me around so he can enter from behind.

I grip the edge of the counter for support, and Lucas holds my belly with one hand and reaches around with the other, going between my legs so he can rub my clit while he fucks me. Having him support my baby bump is weird for all of two seconds and then feels good to have the pressure relieved. He circles my entrance with his fingers, teasing me before moving back to my clit; he knows exactly how to touch me to make me come hard and fast, and having vampire speed means he can move his fingers fast enough to feel like a vibration, which sends me over the edge in no fucking time.