Until the Sun Falls from the Sky (The Three #1)(137)

Totally weird. Either one of them could be his sister.

Still, I smiled back.

Then I concentrated on walking close to Lucien’s mother as we made our way back to her son.

* * * * *

Wearing a raspberry satin nightie with a deep edge of black lace at the bottom, I wandered out of the dressing room, through the bathroom and into the bedroom.

Although Magdalene and Isobel had been true to their promise to conclude the visit from Lucien’s family shortly after we returned, five minutes after they left, my family descended.

This did not make Lucien happy and his frustration was apparent. He only put a clamp on it when Aunt Kate explained their plane left early the next morning and that evening was the last opportunity they had to visit with me. Therefore, they stayed for dinner and beyond, leaving only fifteen minutes ago.

However, during their visit they were all watchful of Lucien and me. I didn’t get the opportunity to ask them to explain though it felt weirdly like they were taking our pulse after the visit from Lucien’s family.

The second we walked back from me giving them hugs and kisses at their rental car and Lucien closed the front door of the house, he turned, looked down at me and growled, “Bed.”

I felt his growl in secret, happy places and this feeling was so strong, I totally forgot I wanted to ask him about his family and my family seemingly worried about my visit with them. So I called my goodnight to Edwina and skedaddled up the stairs to peruse my lingerie drawer for Lucien’s next treat.

As I changed, I heard him in the bathroom brushing his teeth. Then I heard him leave the bathroom.

Now I was walking through the bedroom to see he was as he was last night. Reclined against the headboard, chest bared, book in hand but eyes on me.

He immediately flipped his book shut and set it on his nightstand.

I immediately walked to him, put a knee in the bed, threw my other leg around and settled astride his hips.

“You don’t use a bookmark,” I noted, moving my hands to rest them lightly on his upper gut.

“No,” he answered shortly as I felt his stomach muscles tighten even with my light touch.

Power.

My power over the Mighty Vampire Lucien.

I liked that.

“What?” I tipped my head to the side. “Do you memorize the page number or something?”

“Do you really care?” he shot back.

I smiled at him. “No.”

His hands came to my hips. I felt the pads of his fingers press in and just with that, my body heated.

“I like your kids,” I whispered, sliding my hands up slightly, my torso moving down a smidgeon as I did.

“Good,” he muttered, sliding his hands up too, pulling me down a smidgeon more.

“And your Mom is lovely,” I told him, my hands sliding up more as I bent just a touch closer.

“She is,” he agreed, his hands doing the same, pulling me closer.

That was when I moved down. Folding one of my arms between us, the other hand slid up to curve around his strong jaw as my thumb slid out to glide along his beautiful lips.

“I like that for you,” I whispered and he blinked.

“Pardon?”

“You’re Mighty Vampire Lucien,” I told him and felt his lips twitch. “But even superheroes need good folks at their backs. Batman has Robin and that butler guy. Iron Man has that dude in the military and Pepper Potts. Spiderman has Aunt May. The Fantastic Four are, well… four. And –”

“You don’t have to recite your knowledge of all things superhero, sweetling,” Lucien said against my thumb, his voice vibrating with humor. “I think I’ve got it.”

My thumb swept his cheekbone and I repeated softly, “I like that for you.”

“There’s a problem with this scenario,” Lucien noted and my head tilted.

“What problem?”

Suddenly I found myself on my back with Lucien’s weight on top of me and his lips brushing mine.

“Superheroes don’t often get the girl,” he murmured against my lips and that made my body heat more.

“Okay, then you’re a new, better, real kind of superhero who gets laid regularly,” I murmured back, my hands traveling light on his skin.

“Better?” he whispered, his hands traveling light on the satin of my nightie.

“Oh yeah,” I whispered back.

His mouth grinned against mine and I watched up close as his eyes got smug.

That used to annoy me. Now I thought it was hot.

I wrapped my legs around his h*ps as his lips trailed down my cheek to my ear. One of his hands pushed between me and the bed so his arm could wrap around me tight.

His tongue touched the skin under my ear then his lips moved against it. “I’m going to feed from you, my pet.”

My whole body trembled.

Lucien wasn’t done.

“And I’m going to do it everywhere.”

Oh yes. That sounded nice.

He kept going.

“There will be places you’ll be numb.”

Hmm. That didn’t sound nice.

He went on.

“But there’ll be other, better places where you absolutely will not.”

Goodie!

“Are you ready?” he asked.

Was he crazy?

“Yes,” I breathed.