Chapter 243

Elain's back hit the wall as the door clicked shut and she gasped into the dark as Lucien's hands found her again and he lifted her to himself. There was soft music playing from somewhere within the room and it was all she could hear apart from Lucien's breathing and his heartbeat.

"Are these rooms soundproof?" she asked, voice shaky. If she couldn't hear anything from outside of them or in the next rooms she figured they must be.

"It would make sense." Lucien replied, lifting her from the ground. She felt his hands pulling at her cloak and she pushed it back from her face, allowing him to loosen it before dropping it by them. Elain then set about trying to remove his cloak from him, pushing it from his shoulders when she'd gotten it free.

Her mate had gotten his hands under the skirts of her dress and when her legs were free, Elain wrapped them around his waist, pleased to find that he had somehow undone the laces of his pants in everything else that had been going on. Lucien's heart was racing, and she could feel the heat coming from him as he pressed his lips to hers. Grinning into the kiss, Elain wrapped her arms around Lucien's shoulders, thinking about what they had just been told about in that last room. The performance had been very informative, and she had learned quite a few interesting pieces of information. These were all things that she wanted to remember in order to use later.

She knew that Lucien had been watching her throughout the performance, but she had felt when his own interest had been piqued. She supposed he must have been into something of the sort if he had frequented these places before. Knowing that Feyre and Rhys had also been here before was an interesting piece of information also, and Elain made a brief mental note to ask her sister what she liked about the place before she decided to push her sister from her mind altogether for now.

When one of Lucien's hands went between her legs, Elain gasped, sliding her fingers into her mate's hair. She had known that he would end up like this by the way he had pulled her out into the hallway earlier, and she was surprised he had lasted this long without jumping her.

"Did you like what you saw earlier?" She asked, trying to keep her voice light and carefree. Lucien grunted, his hand at her waist tightening.

"I know you did." He breathed, "I can smell it on you…"

"Ah…"

His fingers moved between her legs. "And I can feel it…"

"Yes." She knew that she was wet. She had been for quite a while. Lucien made a pleased sound and adjusted her against the wall, and Elain had only a moment to brace herself before he'd pushed himself inside of her. She gasped, the sound being cut off when Lucien's mouth came down over hers, and she licked at him when he tried to deepen the kiss. His laugh pleased her, and she tightened her hand in his hair, encouraging him to move as she tightened her legs around his waist

An instant later he'd begun his familiar steady rhythm, thrusting into Elain, holding her pinned against the wall. Elain closed her eyes, whimpering into Lucien's kiss as he kept his lips firmly over hers as he moved. She listened to her mate's heartbeat, each steady thump in her head in sync with the movement of his hips, and she knew when her own heart raced to match his. Elain could feel the urgency within her mate, knew that it was that primal force within him pushing him on when his hands on her were rougher than usual. He didn't hurt her, she knew that he never would, but she also recognised that this was not what he had told her, and that she knew, he liked.

Clinging to him, Elain continued to whimper, the only sounds she made trying to urge him on. Her blood was singing in her veins, and she could feel her hips trying to move to meet him. She forgot about where they were or who might be nearby, and she knew that they had all the time in the world, but something about the hurried nature of this was exciting. Lucien was groaning into her mouth, and when she reached her edge, she gave a small shriek, tugging at his hair enjoying the way that he began to shudder.

The next thing Elain knew they were on the floor. Her back was still against the wall, but she and Lucien were kind of sprawled on the floor, tangled together and she was trying to catch her breath.

"Are you ready to go back to the Town House, Petal?" he murmured, his hand rubbing her back softly, and Elain nodded.

"I think so…" she replied, tilting her head back against the wall and noticing the slow music still playing from the darkness. "Unless you'd like to see more…"

"I think I've seen enough." He said, and she could hear a smile in his voice. She looked at him, able to see him only faintly in the dim light.

"Oh really?" she asked, her own voice teasing.

"Of what this place has to offer." He replied, "There is more I wish to see of you…"

"Maybe after we've had a bath…" she said, reaching for her cloak and pulling it on.

"Yes… maybe try not to think about what could be on this carpet…"

Elain shuddered, and pushed at his arm, before getting to her feet. "I hadn't thought about it at all until you opened your mouth."

"You're welcome."

Elain handed Lucien his cloak and they both spent a minute making sure that they were both properly dressed and covered before opening the door and slipping back out into the hallway. "Do we have to do anything before we leave…?" she asked, and Lucien shook his head.

"No… We can just slip out…"Nodding, Elain followed him as they wandered the hallways trying to find some stairs that would take them back up onto the street. By the time they found it, Elain was happy to step out into the cool night air, and she went to push her hood back before Lucien stopped her. "Maybe," he suggested, "We wait until we are a few streets away before taking the hoods off…."

"Good thought." She murmured, wondering if it would be inappropriate for the sister of the High Lady of the Night Court to be seen coming out of such a place.