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Chapter 3

Three years ago

I watched him through the corner of my eyes, trying to decipher his thoughts.

He kept a closed expression on at all times, leaving his profile void of all emotion. His gaze was fixed on the road. His car rolled into the driveway with ease, kicking pieces of gravel in its wake. He slowed to a halt and turned off his ignition.

“Thanks for defending me.” I said, letting the car door open and getting out. He got out and shut his door behind him.

“It was nothing.”

“You could've gotten hurt.”

He chuckled. “That's almost an insult.”

I lowered my gaze. “Thanks for tonight.”

I watched him drive away, wishing he had stayed back. Or take me with him.

I let myself in through my room window and shut it immediately. As I leaned back against the cold glass, I bit my lip. I was done for. I took a shower and put on a robe, drying my hair as I walked into the room.

As though conjured by my thoughts, he was standing beside the window, looking out. I froze, the towel slipping from my fingers to the ground.

“Lucien?” I whispered, shock numbing my brain.

“I came back.” He said, looking at me with quiet intensity.

“Why?” I said finally, my brain kicking into gear. I watched him walk closer, stopping right in front of me. He towered over me, his fingers digging into my hair. He closed a fist around my red hair tilting my head backwards gently.

“I felt it. That connection between us.” He stopped. “If you don’t, I’ll climb right out that window and we’ll never see each other again. So I came to ask, "Did you feel it too?”

I stared into his eyes, those gray orbs were looking back at me. My lips parted. Before I could reply, his head came down and he took my mouth gently, building up pressure with ease.

Heat flashed through my system and I could feel Crystal stirring.

“Do you?’ His lips whispered against mine—seductive and intense. I nodded wordlessly, Swept off by a wave of desire stronger than anything I had ever felt. He tilted my head to the side as he backed me up against the wall. His other hand came to cup my breast, kneading it and stroking the tip. I moaned into his mouth.

I had never felt this way before. So confident and bold. The sounds he named at the back of his throat urged me on, making me feel powerful. Lust—the sheer power it could wield—overwhelmed me.

His kiss was different, unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. He was a very passionate male, and it scared and excited me. Made me want to explore things I had never done before.

He picked me up by my waist and instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist.

He broke the kiss long enough to take the belt of the robe and undo it, making the lapels fall apart. He cupped both breasts, biting down on my lip.

He places me at the center of the bed, disengaging long enough to throw his shirt off.

He unzipped his fly and shoved his pants and briefs down in one smooth motion. I stared down at him, scared and excited.

“That...”

He chuckled, kneeling on the bed. “It’ll fit in perfectly.” He whispered, placing open mouthed kisses on my neck and chin. I could feel his hand circle my thigh, angling it. He placed his hand over me, teasing but not entering.

I grazed my hips instinctively, chasing after the release his fingers promised.

He slipped one finger in, pumping me and stretching. My back arched off the bed, pleasure coursing through me.

He added in another finger, making a “come-hither” motion with them both fingers. He circled my clit and pressed down on it. I felt a blinding wave of pleasure and I had to bite on my lower lip to stop myself from moaning out loud.

My heartbeat quickened and my stomach clenched. I knew I was close when the pleasure increased to such a high pitch that I wanted to push him off.

“No.” I said, my voice stretching out a few syllables and ending in a low moan.

“Come on, pet.”

I fell apart, clutching both his arms as I came, my body convulsing. The whole room darkened in my vision.

I came down to earth in time to see him nudge at my entrance. He thrust in suddenly, taking away the ecstasy of the previous orgasm and replacing it with pain. I winced. He slowed to a pause, shuddering into my ear.

He leaned down to take one of my breasts into his mouth, sucking gently and increasing the pace gradually, making my stomach clenched again.

My breathing became labored and I clenched around him, trying to lift my hips up to meet him.

He began moving. Slowly, at first, setting a pace we were both comfortable with.

Then firmly and fast, forcing sounds out of the back of my throat. His lips clamped around my nipple again, sucking hard.

I came hard and fast, groaning out his name. He continued thrusting, squeezing my breasts again. I heard him growl and saw his fangs break out.

“Again.” He growled in my ear.

We came together, the third climax almost blinding in its intensity.

His teeth scraped my neck and I waited for it. Waited for him to mark me. He groaned his release in my ear and rolled off me, breathing hard. He pulled me into his arms and I stared, confused.

“Why didn't you mark me? I asked.

“I want to do this the right way.” He said, staring into space.

“We’ll announce our bond tomorrow and get a mating ceremony. How’s that?”

I nodded, smiling. I leaned into him, reveling in his warmth. “That's perfect.”

When I woke up the next day, the space beside me where Lucien had slept well was empty, the scent of lovemaking and if he had been masked effectively, eliminating almost every sign of what had happened the previous night.

I lay back in bed, playing through the memories in my head.

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