Page 55 of Lucien

Jamie’s question was met with a loud crunching sound.

Oh, cool. Now there was a fist-sized hole in the wall. Monique was going to love that.

Actually, Jamie wasn’t so sure his housemate would survive a trip home at the moment. Jamie might be certain Luc wouldn’t hurthim, but he wasn’t sure anyone else would get the same consideration. He wasn’t sure how strong Luc’s urge to hurt and kill was at the moment, and he didn’t want to risk it.

He fished his phone out of his pocket and shot out a quick text.

Maybe don’t come home for a few hours.

The response was immediate.

Gross.

Clearly she thought his text was some kind of warning that they’d be loudly fucking all around the house.

Which, come to think of it, wasn’t the worst idea…

Jamie stood from his seat, cautiously approaching his vampire—who’d extricated his fist from the wall and was now standing in front of the hole like some sort of menacing museum curator in front of an art display—with slow, soft steps. He ignored Luc’s low warning growl, moving forward steadily until they were less than a foot apart.

“I can’t let you kill right now, monster,” Jamie soothed. “I’m very sorry. But we can make up for it, I think.” He tilted his head to the side, exposing the line of his throat. “Do you want to bite me, hm? Drink a little something to take the edge off?”

Luc lurched in place, baring his fangs in a grimace, but didn’t close the distance between them.

Jamie tried a different tactic. “Do you want tofuckme, maybe?”

Luc’s black eyes flared with heat, and his growl changed in timbre.

Bingo.

“Mm. Of course you do,” Jamie murmured understandingly. “You want to claim your mate, don’t you?”

But Luc jerked his head. A negative. “Can’t hurt you.” His voice was like crushed rocks.

“You think you’d hurt me?” Jamie asked. He took Luc’s silence as an affirmative. “But you…want me,” he clarified. “You want to touch me. To be touched?” Jamie cocked his head, considering.

A light bulb went off.

He might be barking up the wrong tree, but if he wasn’t…

Jamie licked his lips and stepped even closer, a breath away from Luc’s tense body. “Doyouneed to get fucked, monster?”

And ohh, there it was. Blatant, feral need in Luc’s eyes.

His monster liked that idea very much.

Oh fuck. Jamie’s cock started to fill at the mere thought of it, all his blood rushing south. He hadn’t had much experience topping in his life, but holy fuck—if that was what Luc needed, Jamie could definitely get on board.

“You do, don’t you?” he crooned, leaning in to run his nose along Luc’s throat, breathing in that sandalwood scent. “You need me to fuck you all better. You need me to help you be a good, obedient monster.”

A strange animal whine broke out of Luc’s mouth, and the very neediness of it had Jamie’s cock straining against the fabric of his shorts.

He took a breath, trying to stay present and not get lost in a fog of lust. He needed to be in control.

No long, drawn-out seductions today though. It was going to be a quick, aggressive fuck.

“Turn around. Face the wall,” he ordered.

For a second, he thought Luc would refuse, his vampire still taut with visible tension. But then Luc shivered, turning obediently.

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