Call of Night (Thorne Hill 3)

“I thought the trial went well.” Lucas watches me forgo a wine glass and put the bottle to my lips. “Yet you’re drinking like you want to forget something.”

“Oh, I do. I want to forget that the Grand Coven forbid me to see you or any other vampire ever again, because it’s not like I’m going to listen.” I swallow another mouthful, tipping the bottle up too fast and causing myself to choke. Classy, I know. I cough and wine drips down my face.

Lucas takes the bottle from me. Widening his legs, he rests one hand on the small of my back and urges me to him. He cups one of his large hands around my chin and tips my head up to his.

“Who do I have to kill?”

“I honestly don’t know if you’re joking right now.”

“It depends on what you want.”

“I want us to move into that old house and live happily ever after,” I say with no hesitation. “And more wine.”

“You weren’t supposed to be with me before and it never bothered you.”

“Yeah, and I still don’t really give a fuck what the Grand Coven says. But this time…Tabatha is responsible for dishing out a punishment if I’m discovered to be in communication with vampires. She already knows about us and if it gets out she’s aware but hasn’t done anything about it, she’ll be stripped of her title of High Priestess and cast out of the coven. It’s not just me I’m risking, it’s her, and she’s the last person I want to put in danger like that.”

Lucas’s brow furrows and he holds me closer.

“I just don’t know what to do.” Tears fall down my face and Lucas gently wipes them away. “I love you and nothing will ever come between us. But being together in Thorne Hill…I just don’t know.” Unable to hold back any longer, I start crying. I’m tired, stressed, and terrified of hurting those I love.

“It’ll be okay,” Lucas soothes. “Somehow…it will.”

Sniffling, I nod and press my face against his chest. “Sorry for getting tears all over your shirt.”

“I guess I have to take it off.”

I turn my head up to see his cheeky grin. “That would be for the best.” Breaking apart, I grab a napkin from the counter to blot my eyes and blow my nose. Lucas has his shirt off and pours me another glass of wine, and seeing him standing in my little kitchen half naked while offering me booze is one of the best things that could happen tonight.

The second-best will happen when his pants come off.

“I think it would be entertaining to see you drunk.” I take a big drink of wine. “How long does it last?”

“That would also depend on how much I drank, much like it would for you, but not nearly as long.” Lucas sits at the island counter and scoots the other stool out for me. “Do you want to talk about the trial?”

I take another big drink of wine and set the glass down. Instead of sitting on the stool, I climb onto Lucas’s lap.

“No. I want to drink and have sex until the sun comes up.”

His eyebrows go up. “I can be of assistance with that.”

“I figured you would.” I fold my arms around him and rock my hips. Lucas pulls my dress up and I bring my hands down over his chest. My fingers rest on the button of his jeans. He picks me up, sets me on the counter, and takes off his pants.

I bite my lip, eyes going to his large cock, and then lean back so Lucas can strip me of my underwear. He tosses them on the ground and moves in, parting my thighs with his hand.

“Touch yourself,” he growls and steps back. “I want to watch you make yourself come.”

“But I’m sitting on the counter.” I feel like I’m on display and it almost makes me nervous.

“I know.”

Then I see the lust in Lucas’s eyes. Parting my lips, I bunch up my dress, moving it off my thighs. I let out a breath and sweep my hand over my chest, slowing moving it between my legs. Lucas draws his fangs as he watches me circle my fingers over my clit. It feels better when he touches me, though that look in his eyes and the precum that’s dotting the tip of his cock is turning me on so much it won’t take long before I come.

“You are so fucking hot,” he groans, wrapping his fingers around his cock. My eyes fall shut and I’m getting close to coming and Lucas knows it. He advances, pulling my hand from between my legs and putting my fingers in his mouth, tasting me.

Then he drops his hand down and finishes what I started, and the moment the orgasm rolls over me, he brings me to him, lining his cock up with my entrance. I buck my hips and that’s all he needs to know I’m ready for him to enter me.

Holding me to him, he sits back on the barstool. My legs hang down around him and he grips my waist. The stool creaks under us as I rock my hips, moving faster and faster and feeling him fill every inch of me.

I moan loudly as I come again, pussy tightening around his cock. Lucas comes right after that, and puts his mouth to my neck. His fangs dig into my skin but don’t break through. He holds me tight against him, and we stay together like that for a moment after we’re done.

“Think of all the places we’ll have to check off our sex list in the new house,” I pant.

“As soon as it’s safe for you to be in there, we should get started.”

“I agree.” I rake my fingers through his hair. “I’m excited to check it out tomorrow and see how much work they got done while we were in Chicago.”

“I am as well.”

He kisses me and then we get up, going upstairs to shower. I finish my wine on the way and wobble up the stairs.

“You’re drunk, Callie.”

“Strange. Wonder how that happened.”

I turn on the shower, knowing it needs a minute to warm up. “Are you hungry now?”

“You just want to get me drunk.” He grabs two towels from the cabinet under the sink. “And you say I’m a bad influence.”

“I’m really curious to what you’d be like drunk,” I admit and test the water. It’s still cold. “And they say drunk sex is better than regular sex.”

“We never have regular sex.”

“No, we don’t, and I fucking love it.” I go to get into the shower and almost lose my balance. Lucas catches me and helps me in. We quickly wash up and then go into my bedroom. It’s been a few days since I’ve slept in my own bed and it hits me how homesick I was.

Not just for this bed in this house, but for home.

Home is Thorne Hill.

Home is the Covenstead.

And home is with Lucas.

Chapter 22

The world spins around me and I’m not sure what’s making it spin faster. The fact that I just came a record amount of times or that I’m one and a half bottles of wine deep into the night.

Lucas brings his head up from between my legs and splays his fingers over my stomach. We’re in my bed, having sex for the second time tonight. I meant it when I said I wanted him to fuck me until the sun came up.

The aftershock of the intense climax is still pulsing through me, and I let my head fall to the side, gasping for air. Lucas kisses the inside of my thigh, and I try to move my leg but don’t know how. It’s a wonder I didn’t forget how to breathe, really.

Lucas kisses his way up to my neck. His fangs are out, and they press into my skin without cutting into me. I open my mouth, having every intention of asking him if he’s hungry, but I’m unable to form words.

“Breathe, my love.”

“Mmmhhh,” I moan and slit my eyes open. Lucas lays down next to me and kisses my neck.

“Are…are you hungry?” I finally pant.

“I might have worked up an appetite.”

“Drink me,” I groan and tip my head to offer up my neck. I turn the wrong way and end up hitting my head against Lucas’s. I laugh and he moves back down between my thighs. He kisses the inside of my thigh before sinking his fangs into me. He hungrily laps up my blood and then moves on top of me, driving his cock inside me. He fucks me hard and fast, and goes back for more blood after he comes.

The wor

ld is still spinning when he collapses in bed next to me.

“Am I still bleeding?” I bring my hand down to feel for blood, and am surprised to find none. Lucas isn’t a messy eater.

“You clot fast.” He envelopes me in my arms.

“Is that good?”

“I don’t know.” He nuzzles his head in my hair. “You’re less likely to bleed out that way.”

I spin in his embrace and hook my leg over his. The flesh around his bite is tender, and will be that way until the morning. The wounds hurt for a good day or so, but I kind of like it.

“I’ll get you a towel,” he says but makes no attempt to get up, which is fine by me. A few minutes pass and he gets up, but lacks his usual grace. I’m close to drifting to sleep, but seeing him stagger makes me shoot up.

“Are you drunk?”

He brings his hand to his forehead. “I, uh, feel the alcohol from your blood.”

“I feel like I need to document this moment,” I laugh. “But my phone is downstairs.”

Lucas bumps into the doorframe on his way to the bathroom, making me laugh. He zooms back and into bed. I clean myself up and twist, moving onto Lucas.