I own nothing
She felt his hard body as he pulled her closer. Her hands found purchase in his long hair. Felt his teeth graze her neck.
"Gods, I love you," he murmured followed by him sucking a small bite into her skin.
Lucy bolted up, her hand immediately going to the hickey, then muffled a sob with her pillow. It had been two days since the ritual. Two days that she'd been dreaming about the man she'd spent the night with.
Only Cana knew that something more than mindless sex happened. The hickey was along her hairline in a spot meant for her to know. The biter hadn't considered that she had a psychic best friend that had a particularly special gift for sniffing out things like a hickey.
Cana had been going around to all the single women in their friend circle to see who remembered what. It was under her badgering that Lucy broke down and revealed what she remembered: a pre-coital love confession.
Her friend's following words were what was hurting her heart, 'Love confessions during the ritual don't happen unless they're meant. It's like a drunk mind is an honest one.'
Then, because it was Cana, that bit of wisdom was followed by her saying that it could be Kaleb or Zen. She'd tried to get a taste of all the Pradesh men and had succeeded except for those two.
She thought about the way the man's mouth felt on her body. How careful he was with his mouth that his teeth only left that one mark. Yeah, he could definitely be Boscan, she thought. What surprised her the most was that she didn't find herself disappointed that it might've been Kaleb and not Zen.