“From what I know, it was what she wanted. Mothers will do anything for their children, including give up their own lives.” Julian reaches forward and pats my hand. “She wanted you to live, and she would be proud of you today.”
More tears roll down my face. I really do need to get some sleep. I’m oddly—and annoyingly—emotional right now. Certain Lucas is hanging back so Julian and I can talk, I get up, ready for Lucas to bring the new shirt so we can go to bed together.
“I’m exhausted,” I tell him. “And you should rest.”
“Yes, we both need time to heal.”
“Are you sure you don’t want anything? I can at least turn the TV on.”
Julian’s eyes go to the black screen. “I’ve never watched TV.”
“Let me give you a crash course, then.” I grab the remote and quickly explain how to look through Netflix. “I’ll, uh, see you in the morning, then?” I ask, not sure if he’s going to poof out of here or not.
“Yes, I will still be here.”
“Good.” I smile. “I have more questions.” I yawn again. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Callie.”
I pat my leg, and Scarlet follows me upstairs, passing by Lucas who was waiting to give Julian the shirt so he wouldn’t interrupt us. I brush my teeth, strip out of my clothes, throw them in the hall to take down to the laundry in the morning, pull on an oversized t-shirt, and then collapse into bed. Lucas joins me only a minute later.
He doesn’t say anything, just pulls me close to him and spoons his body around mine.
“That was a lot to take in,” he says and holds me tight.
“Yeah, it was. I was really hoping Ruth and Bael weren’t teaming up.” My eyes fall shut. I’m so fucking tired, but my mind is racing. “Why can’t one bad guy attack at a time? It’s easier to follow that way.”
Lucas softly chuckles. “Life isn’t always easy to follow on its own, my love.”
I let out a sigh. “I know. I just…I don’t even know.” I close my eyes and splay my fingers over Lucas’s chest. “One bad guy at a time is easier to handle, that’s all.”
“It usually is. Don’t worry, Callie. You’re not alone in this.”
I open my eyes and tip my head up to look at him. “I’m so lucky I have you.”
“Yeah,” he agrees. “You are.”
I laugh. “Way to be modest.”
“Well, we both know it’s true.” He smiles and brings me onto his chest. My breasts crush against him, and he sweeps his hands down my back.
“Are you hungry?” I ask, feeling warmth flood through me. I can’t imagine going through this without Lucas. He’s my rock.
“I can wait until tomorrow.”
Desire surges through me, despite being exhausted. “Maybe I don’t want to wait until tomorrow.”
Lucas raises his eyebrows. “Well, in that case…” He moves on top of me, kissing me passionately. He moves his hand between my legs, wasting no time. I turn my head to the side, welcoming him to kiss my neck as he fingers me. It doesn’t take long before I come, and as the orgasm is still rippling through me, Lucas plunges his big cock inside of me, thrusting in deep.
I cover my hand with my mouth, not wanting to be too loud since Julian is downstairs. Bending my legs, I bring my other hand to Lucas’s back and drag my nails across his skin.
He sinks his fangs into my neck right before I come for the second time, and I can’t help but cry out in pleasure as I feel the blood leave my veins.
Lucas moans in pleasure, sucking hard at my neck, speeding up his movements. He comes only seconds later, drinking more of my blood at the same time.
He gently licks the wound on my neck, and my heart pounds against his non-beating chest. He takes his mouth off me and puts his fingers over the bite wounds.
“I’m…I’m going to have to make healing balm,” I pant, knowing I have a similar bite on the other side of my neck. I open my eyes only to close them again. Exhaustion hits me, and now that I had good sex, all I want to do is sleep. But I need to get up and use the bathroom and get a drink because I’m suddenly dying of thirst.
Lucas pulls out, and I get up, but as soon as my feet hit the floor, I falter. I’m close enough to the bed to sit back down, and little red dots float before my eyes.
“Are you all right?” Lucas’s hand lands on my shoulder.
“Yeah. I got dizzy.”
“Again.” He moves my hair to the side. “You should lie down.”
“I’ll be fine. Just stood up too fast.”
“Again,” he repeats and gets up, extending his hand. “This is the second time you’ve gotten dizzy after I drank from you.”