Chapter 564
Elain's heart was thundering in her chest, and the only thing she could hear above it was her own gasping breath. Lucien's weight pressed gently down on her, and Elain loved it. Having her mate so close she could feel his warm breath against her throat was calming and soothing, especially after the things she had heard earlier in the evening. If Vassa had actually come to the Day Court with the intention of somehow claiming Lucien, or winning him in some way, then this was even more pleasing to Elain. The fact that Lucien was here, with her, felt like some kind of victory. She gripped him more tightly, and heard his soft chuckle in reply.
"Is this what you want, Petal?" he asked, hands firmly on her hips now. He adjusted himself over her, pressing himself against her, and Elain gasped at the feel of him hard against her. She nodded, eyes closing.
"Yes…" the word was barely more than a whisper and Lucien's lips closed around her throat. Elain groaned.
"This?" he asked, rubbing slowly against her. She knew that he was teasing, and that he wanted reactions from her, and Elain could not bring herself to hide them. Her hands gripped at Lucien's backside, as if trying to pull him closer, and she nodded silently. "You want to feel me?" he asked, "Feel that you are mine?"
"Yes…"
"I am here with you…" his lips moved against her throat and her ear, kissing and whispering, "My mate…"
"Yes," Elain nodded, eyes still closed, "Mate…" She gasped when one of Lucien's hands went between her legs again and two of his fingers slipped inside of her. "Oh…" She gripped Lucien's shoulder, spreading her legs even wider for him.
"Perfect mate," he whispered, licking at her throat then. Elain gasped again. "You feel so good…" he whispered, fingers moving carefully in and out of her, "So warm and soft…"
"Ah…"
"I need to taste you…"
She'd had no time to even try to make a reply when Lucien had lifted himself enough to move down her body. She felt his hands slide along her thighs when he had pulled his fingers from her, and then she gave a small cry at the feel of his hot breath between those thighs. "Cauldron, you smell wonderful…" he kissed her inner thigh, lips gentle against the sensitive skin there, and Elain found herself holding her breath in anticipation. One of her hands slid into Lucien's hair, and she had to make a conscious decision not to pull on it as he dipped his head a little and licked at her.
"Ohh!"
Biting her lip to try and silence herself, Elain was unable to keep her hips still. She lifted herself a little, wanting more, and Lucien chuckled, hands sliding up to her hips and pinning her down easily. He licked her again and Elain bit down on her lip even harder. Trying to distract herself, Elain gripped the bedspread beneath herself, trying to focus on the silky material in her hand. She had always like the feel of it against her back, against her skin, and she did now. Lucien licked her again, and Elain could think of nothing but him and what he was doing to her. Her hand tightened in his hair, and she groaned again. Both of his hands remained firm on her hips, his fingers moving slowly against her skin, stroking and caressing and Elain bit back a high pitched whine.
"Lucien…" she breathed, both hands now in his hair, fingers carding through it. She tried to move her hips but he held her in place as he pushed his hot tongue inside of her.