Page 59 of Blood of Night (The Thorne Hill)

My pulse races and I suck in a breath, holding it for a few seconds before I come, pussy spasming against Lucas’s face. He keeps eating me out, and it’s almost too much. I writhe against him, feeling as if I’m not even in control of my own body anymore. He slows down and kisses my thigh again as he grips my hips, keeping me against him. Then he puts his mouth back to me, tongue lashing out over my clit again and again and again.

The second orgasm rolls through me with more force than the first, and I clamp my hand over my own mouth as I moan. Every single nerve in my body is alive and humming with intense pleasure. My ears start ringing and stars dot my vision even though my eyes are closed.

Without giving me a chance to recover, Lucas scoops me up and rolls us over, putting me in his lap. He’s sitting up at the edge of the day bed, with his feet on the patio floor. I need to lean on him for support and feebly lift my hips, trying to align myself with his cock but am still riding high from that double orgasm he just gave me.

Blinking, I try to focus my vision and look down, watching him take hold of his cock. Needing to wrap my arms around his shoulders, I finally get myself over him. The wet tip of his cock feels so fucking good at it rubs against me, and I cry out again as I sink down, taking every inch of that big cock inside me. My pussy is still contracting after coming so hard, and Lucas moans when he feels it tighten around his cock.

He moves his hands to the back of my thighs, helping me rock up and down. I’m panting, still trying to catch my breath so I can fuck my husband.

“Lucas,” I moan, leaning back so my breasts are in his face. He nuzzles against me, hands sweeping up my back. He pulls me to him and gathers my hair in his hand, moving it over one of my shoulders. I start riding him faster and faster, and one of my legs slips off the daybed. Anyone else would have dropped me, but Lucas is stronger than a human and easily holds me up with one hand. Taking advantage of his vampire strength, I lean back and rock against him at a new angle while I clasp my hands around his neck, holding on.

He lets go of my hair and brings his hand over my shoulder, down my chest, and along my stomach. Able to read me like a book written just for him, he knows I’m still wound up and all I need is a light touch to come for the third time. He’s the only one who’s made me come from penetration, and I’m almost there. He knows it and shifts his weight, adjusting to gently touch my clit. He holds his hand still letting my own movements be enough.

And, fuck, it is.

“Greedy,” he growls and brings his other hand up to the small of my back, pushing me against him.

“I can’t,” I pant but the words die in my throat. He bucks his hips, and my body goes into overdrive, coming harder than I ever have before. As soon as the blended orgasm hits me, Lucas sinks his fangs into my neck, biting hard. He retracts his fangs and keeps his mouth over me, sucking out a mouthful of my blood.

Even after all this time, it’s still a weird feeling to have the blood sucked from my body like this. I’ve come to like it, and it’s been a while since Lucas has drunk so freely from me since he didn’t want to take too much during pregnancy.

I’m shaking, feeling almost like I’m going to pass out. I sink down onto Lucas, my cries of pleasure muffled against Lucas’s arm. He bites me again as a deep guttural growl comes from him, and he bucks his hips, pulling me down onto him, drinking my blood as he comes inside me, pushing in balls deep.

Letting out a breath, I collapse against him and he slowly moves his head back, licking up the blood on my neck before slowly pulling his mouth away. He grabs my wrist and brings my hand to my neck, putting my own fingers over two of the puncture wounds while he applies pressure to the others. I’m panting, heart racing and head spinning.

“Breathe, my love,” Lucas says and brushes my hair back. “And move slowly. I haven’t had that much of your blood in months.”

“Okay,” I pant, remembering the first time I felt a little weak after he drank my blood. It surprised us both how quickly I recovered, as we didn’t know my true nature at the time. Being a nephilim allows this to work, and with the exception of being pregnant, I fucking love that I’m the only one Lucas feeds from.

“What were you trying to say?” Lucas brushes my hair back and kisses my forehead. I’m still straddling him and his cock is still in me.

“I can’t help it.” I tip my head up, slitting my eyes open to smile at him. “Even if I tried not to come, you’d still make me.”

“I would. And I did.”

So many questions flood my brain but I ignore them, wanting to enjoy being with Lucas. Because I know, deep down, our time is fleeting. He’s here now, and that’s what matters.

Once the wounds on my neck start to clot, Lucas lays back, bringing me down with him. He moves to my side, spooning his body around mine.

“I knew you would come for me,” he whispers and kisses the back of my neck. “What did you have to do to find your way to the Underworld?”

“I killed a genie, broke into the Order’s warehouse, and figured out what the oracle was. Not necessarily in that order though.”

Lucas kisses me again and my questions burn on my lips. I close my eyes, pushing back my tears. The breeze picks up again and I spin in Lucas’s arms.

“Let’s go see our daughter.”

ChapterTwenty-Six

Lucas takes my hand, pulling me to my feet. I melt against him, wrapping my arms around his neck. Tears fill my eyes and I don’t attempt to stop them.

“Don’t cry, my love,” he says gently and wipes a tear away.

“I’m scared this isn’t real.” My voice is high pitched and tight, and I bury my face against Lucas’s firm chest. He holds me tight and slowly ranks his fingers through my hair, giving me a moment. “I don’t want to lose you again.” My words come out strangled, mixed with sobs. “I don’t even understand how you’re here.”

Lucas cups my face with his large hands, tipping my head up. He kisses me, lips pressing against mine for a long moment before he rests his forehead against mine. “Osiris wants you to know he meant what he said.”

“Are you free?” I swallow back a sob and look at Lucas with hope.

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