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The first time they fucked, she was sixteen, he was nineteen. It was more an act of rebellion against her father than it was an act of love for Lucian.
She wasn’t stupid. She saw the way he looked at her. With her beauty, it wasn’t uncommon for people to stare. Maybe it was the fact that she had twice the power over him. She was a vampire, he a Lycan. Mistress and slave, the relationship could start and end on her terms.
She snuck out of her room in the middle of the day while her father was asleep.
She found Lucian’s cell and he took her up against the wall of stone and dirt, her body pushing harder and harder against it with each of his thrusts. She left almost as quickly as she came and he watched her go with desperate eyes until she disappeared around the corner.
The first time they had sex, she was twenty-two, he was twenty-five. He’d been brought before the council for reasons they had not informed him of ahead of time and she’d seen the fear he’d been trying to hide behind a blank expression. His eyes locked on her, a fleeting look that caused her skin to crawl and she’d shifted nervously in her seat, a swift scan of the room showing her that no one else had noticed.
They’d informed him of new duties as a partial master over the Lycans, second to the vampire masters of course. A final look before he was led from the room sealed their later acts and she once more found herself sneaking out of her room.
This time, they lay upon the straw that was supposed to serve as a bed for him, his thrusts still rough, but her clutches more desperate and she’d taken a moment to glance behind her, locking eyes with him before disappearing around the corner.
The first time they made love, she was twenty-six, he was twenty-nine. He’d discovered an underground passage that led close enough to her room and was no particularly well guarded. He’d been unable to resist taking the discovery to its final step and he’d tapped on her window.
After a gasp of surprised, she’d hastily pulled him in and embraced him. They fell back on her bed, his movements swift and passionate, her hands clutching his back, trying to draw him ever closer to her.
When they finished, it was followed with tender kisses as she led him back to the window and she watched him walk to the head of the passage. He turned and blew her a kiss and she returned the gesture with a soft smile before he disappeared into the opening.
She wasn’t stupid. She saw the way he looked at her. With her beauty, it wasn’t uncommon for people to stare. Maybe it was the fact that she had twice the power over him. She was a vampire, he a Lycan. Mistress and slave, the relationship could start and end on her terms.
She snuck out of her room in the middle of the day while her father was asleep.
She found Lucian’s cell and he took her up against the wall of stone and dirt, her body pushing harder and harder against it with each of his thrusts. She left almost as quickly as she came and he watched her go with desperate eyes until she disappeared around the corner.
The first time they had sex, she was twenty-two, he was twenty-five. He’d been brought before the council for reasons they had not informed him of ahead of time and she’d seen the fear he’d been trying to hide behind a blank expression. His eyes locked on her, a fleeting look that caused her skin to crawl and she’d shifted nervously in her seat, a swift scan of the room showing her that no one else had noticed.
They’d informed him of new duties as a partial master over the Lycans, second to the vampire masters of course. A final look before he was led from the room sealed their later acts and she once more found herself sneaking out of her room.
This time, they lay upon the straw that was supposed to serve as a bed for him, his thrusts still rough, but her clutches more desperate and she’d taken a moment to glance behind her, locking eyes with him before disappearing around the corner.
The first time they made love, she was twenty-six, he was twenty-nine. He’d discovered an underground passage that led close enough to her room and was no particularly well guarded. He’d been unable to resist taking the discovery to its final step and he’d tapped on her window.
After a gasp of surprised, she’d hastily pulled him in and embraced him. They fell back on her bed, his movements swift and passionate, her hands clutching his back, trying to draw him ever closer to her.
When they finished, it was followed with tender kisses as she led him back to the window and she watched him walk to the head of the passage. He turned and blew her a kiss and she returned the gesture with a soft smile before he disappeared into the opening.