Chapter 170

Elain awoke when the sun was high. Turning her head, she found herself wrapped in a large fluffy blanket, that Lucien had tucked around them, and his eyes firmly on her face. She smiled at him, comfortable and warm, and she heard his heart quicken when he noticed that she was now awake.

"Petal…" he tilted his head enough to bring his lips to her forehead, and Elain snuggled closer.

"My love…" she breathed, finding him beneath the blanket and tucking an arm around his waist. "I must get up." She told him, lifting her eyes to his face. Something moved behind his russet eye then, and she felt his hold on her tighten.

"No…"

"I must." She smiled, "I need to go to the bathroom…"

A small snarl escaped him, and he shook his head. Elain looked at him, recalling something Viviane had once told her about males being possessive during the frenzy. Lucien appeared to be trying to keep it leashed, but she could feel his grip on her, and knew that he did not at all want her leaving the bed or his sight. He did not want her where he could not reach and touch her. She needed to give him something else to focus on. "Mine…" he breathed, his arm drawing her to himself.

"As always." She replied, "I… I am hungry…" Elain watched his face, waiting for the moment that he would take those words in. "Would you get me something to eat?" she asked.

"You're hungry?" he murmured, his eyes flicking back and forth across her face. Elain nodded.

"Yes." She smiled winningly at him, "Would you get me some breakfast?"

"Of course." Lucien pushed himself to his elbow, his eyes on her and Elain smiled more widely.

"Thank you." She said, leaning forward to press her lips to his. "I'll go to the bathroom while you do that, and when I come out, we will have breakfast together."

"As you wish, Petal."

Elain slipped out from beneath the blanket and padded quickly into the bathroom, pleased that she had worked out a way to work around Lucien's possessiveness. Giving him a way to take care of her that would distract his need to keep his hands on her had been effective, and she would need to remember to tell Viviane of it. She wondered if feeding her would work again, or if she could need to come up with something else next time.

When she came back into the bedroom, Elain picked up a lacy slip that she had tucked by the bed and pulled it on for some semblance of modesty. She did not miss Lucien's eyes move over her when she did so, but he made no complaint. He also made no effort to cover himself up which, if Elain were being honest with herself, she also did not mind. Sitting at the small dining table, Elain watched as Lucien carried a bowl toward her and set it down.

"Delicious." She said, eyeing the contents and seeing that he had cut up several pieces of fruit. He also set two cups of juice before them before he took up his own seat. Elain noticed the way his eyes stuck on her then, as if unable to look away, and she got up before sliding into his lap and wrapping one of her arms around behind his neck as she got comfortable. Lucien's hands were instantly on her, and they traced her body for several moments, as if making up for the time she had been out of his reach. When he settled, she smiled at him. "Thank you." She said gently, "…for breakfast."

Lucien reached forward with one hand and picked up half a strawberry. Elain's eyes followed it as he brought it up, touching it gently to her lips. Opening her mouth, Elain allowed him to place the strawberry on her tongue before she closed her lips and chewed it. She watched as Lucien smiled, pleased, and she pressed a gentle kiss to his scar before swallowing. "Thank you."

He popped a strawberry of his own into his mouth before reaching for another to feed to her. Elain allowed him to continue feeding her, and every time he gave her a piece of fruit she would press a kiss to his scar. Her hands moved over his skin as she chewed, and she enjoyed the way that he watched her. The need she had felt the night before was returning, and she could feel a throbbing between her thighs, her need to feel him inside of her coming back with a vengeance. The moment that she recognised the feeling for what it was, she knew that Lucien had noticed as well. His heartbeat quickened in her ears and his hand at her waist took a more firm grip of her.

When he moved, Elain thought that he might do something about it, but instead he reached for the bowl again, picking up a blueberry before bringing it to her lips. She opened her mouth and he pushed it inside, his eyes holding hers all the while. Quickly, Elain chewed and swallowed.

"Lucien…" she breathed, her own voice low and strange to her ears.

"Petal…" he sounded so unaffected that Elain looked sharply at him. Was he not feeling this?

"C-can't you feel it?" she asked, practically panting with the effort it took to keep herself still in his lap.

"Feel what?" he asked, and Elain swallowed thickly.

"The… the…" she broke off, not knowing what to say. How could he not feel it? Couldn't he feel her through the bond? Elain went to get to her feet, but Lucien had grabbed her faster than lightning, faster than Elain could follow. His hands gripped her shoulders as he turned her and then bent her quickly over the table, his hands moving up her thighs, taking the lacy slip with them and leaving her bare to himself.

Biting her lip, Elain groaned when one of his hands went between her thighs, spreading her wide for himself as he pushed himself up against her from behind.

"Of course I feel it…" he whispered, his breath hot against the back of Elain's neck as he bent over her, "I've been able to feel it since you came out of that Cauldron."

"Uh…" Elain spread her legs wantonly for him, knowing that she was practically dripping with desire. The need to feel him inside of her, filling her, was nearly maddening. "Please…" she groaned, "Lucien…"

"You want me, love?" he asked, his voice light again, even as he pressed himself to her, and Elain could feel how hard he was already.

"Yes…" she knew she was begging, but she didn't care, "Yes… now…" It was almost an ache now, and it was growing stronger by the moment.

"Patience…" Lucien's voice was barely a whisper, but Elain didn't care. Her attention was focused on one of his hands sliding down to her hip as she felt him adjust himself behind her a moment before he had lined himself up and thrust into her with one fluid stroke.

"Ohhh…" She didn't even try to contain the shameless moan that spilled from her and, when Lucien withdrew slightly, Elain reached up to take a firm grip of the edge of the table, before he thrust back inside of her. "Ahh…" she squeezed her eyes shut, panting again when both of Lucien's hands went to her hips, gripping her and holding her in place as he repeated his action. Elain moaned again, her heart racing and her breath catching when he began a steady rhythm.

"Is… this… what… you… wanted?" his voice was rough, and that alone sent shivers of satisfaction through Elain. She nodded, her hands tightening on the edge of the table, as she let him pull her into a better position before himself.

"Yes…" Elain rested her forehead against the smooth surface of the table, her hands maintaining their grip as Lucien continued to fuck her. This was exactly what she had wanted, the need that had arisen in her was just about singing now, and she allowed herself to enjoy everything he was doing, murmuring her encouragement all the while.