I blindly reach out, hand landing on his head. I curl my fingers around his hair, taking a fistful of it, and pull. Lucas groans in response and moves his hand up, pushing two fingers inside me. I’m already close, moments away from coming, and he knows it. He speeds up his movements, rubbing in rhythm with his tongue, and my legs tighten around his shoulders, entire body alive. My heart is hammering in my chest, and I suck in a breath, holding it as the orgasm ripples through me.
Lucas doesn’t stop, and he brings his other hand down, gripping my thigh tightly. He pulls me closer to him and he licks and sucks my clit, and another orgasm hits me, making me cry out loudly in pleasure. My pussy spasms around his fingers, and Lucas stands up, moving with vampire speed, and kisses me. I can taste myself on his lips, and my ears start ringing from the intensity of the two orgasms he just gave me, back to back.
Slowly, he pulls his fingers from inside me and undoes his pants. I can’t physically move, but I slit my eyes open and telekinetically shove them down to his thighs. He looks at me with hunger in his eyes, and scoops me up, effortlessly holding me to him with one arm. We kiss with fervor, desperate for more of each other.
Lucas turns and presses my back against the wall. His fangs sink into my neck as he pushes his big cock inside me, and I moan from both the pain and the pleasure. He fucks me hard and my head slams into the wall with each thrust, not sucking my blood from my body but licking what drips from the wound.
We come at the same time, and Lucas holds me against the wall, head resting on my chest. I’m panting, causing my breasts to rise and fall in his face. I’m ready for a nap after this, but then I hear the floor creak above us.
“Oh my god,” I say, voice all breathy. “Eliza’s here.”
“You forgot?” Lucas asks with a chuckle.
“Yes! You didn’t?” I cup my hand around his face, tipping his head up so I can look at him incredulously. “She heard us.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” he says casually, not at all bothered by it. Part of me isn’t either, while another part tells me it’s not appropriate to have loud, passionate sex like this when someone is in the house. He kisses me and then steps back, putting me back on the counter. “Do you want anything? I can cook for you.”
I smile at his offer, heart swelling in my chest. He’s so fucking good to me. “No, I ate at the Covenstead. And the potion Tabatha made works like a charm. Hah. Because it kind of is.” I laugh at my own joke and Lucas just smiles, shaking his head as he pulls his pants up. “I would say I don’t even feel pregnant anymore, but I’m tired. I was going to take a book and read outside, but I want to take a nap instead.” I pull my dress down and look outside. “I need a hammock.”
“I’ll get you one,” Lucas says right away. I hold out my arms and he comes over, stepping back between my legs.
“You’re so good to me.”
“You are my wife, Callie. And now the mother of my child.” He rests his hand over my stomach and tips his head in, forehead pressing against mine. “I almost feel alive,” he says softly, eyes falling shut. “Almost as if my heart is beating right along with yours.”
“It is,” I breathe. “I can feel it.” Lucas wraps me in a tight embrace, pressing his chest against mine so he can feel my heart beating. We stay tangled in each other’s arms until Eliza comes down the stairs, stomping with each step so we’re sure to hear her.
“Finally,” she huffs. “Your hellhound chewed my shoe.”
“Don’t leave your shoes out where she can get them,” I reply, wincing at my words. I leave my shoes out all the time. The boots I wore to the Covenstead are discarded by the back door. “And sorry. I’ll buy you new ones.”
“You already did. Two pairs, actually. I couldn’t decide between the new Gucci pumps or this gorgeous pair of Louboutins.” She smiles and then wrinkles her nose, looking at the small island counter. “I’m so glad I don’t eat anything that has to be prepared on that counter. Whatever you make will come with a side of ass.”
“I’ll sanitize it. And my butt is clean. I shower daily. Well, not daily. At least a few times a week.”
Lucas kisses me once more and then lets me go, picking up my underwear from the ground. He goes over to the sink and wets a paper towel. I slip it over my legs and hop down. The second my feet hit the floor, I feel a little dizzy. Lucas hardly drank any blood. I should be fine. I let out a breath and put my hand on the counter, waiting a few seconds before I pull my underwear up.