Lucien's War

by Jenika Snow

  She wasn’t going to get into it that Lucien wouldn’t think twice about throwing her over his shoulder if he thought it was best for her, or if his alpha caveman tendencies got the better of him. She also wasn’t going to get into it that Lucien was a dangerous, hardened man, and compared to all these frat guys he’d crush them as if they were annoying gnats. Whatever was going on with Lucien, why he had honestly come up here as if on a whim, told her he might be even more unstable than normal. But what she wasn’t going to tell Ritchie, or anyone for that matter, was that the outlaw biker that she felt still staring at her, was the man she loved more than she should, and that wanting him could cost her a lot.

  “That guy is pretty damn scary, Callie,” Ritchie said and chuckled a little nervously. “He’s staring at me like he wants to wash his Harley with my blood.”

  Now it was her turn to chuckle, but hers also came out a little awkwardly, because Lucien was capable of such violence. “Yeah, he can be intimidating, but I think leaving now is probably for the best.” She looked at Lucien, saw he was watching them like a predator waiting to pounce, and then turned her focus away from him. “He’s my dad’s friend, and liable to tell him I’m partying and hanging with a bunch of degenerates.” She smiled, hoping to ease this weird tension between them.

  “Hope you don’t get in trouble over coming and hanging out with us, and I assure you we are not degenerates.” He smiled, and it was genuine, and eased some of the strain.

  She chuckled. “Everything will be fine. Lucien can just be—”

  “Intense?” Ritchie said and cocked an eyebrow.

  She smiled. “Something like that. Well, I’ll see you later?” She phrased it like a question, because she honestly didn’t know if him hanging out with a girl that had big ass scary bikers showing up to frat parties was something he wanted to be associated with.

  He leaned against the banister and shook his head. “I can’t fault you for who you associate with. Hell, look at the jokers that follow me around.” He teased as he pointed to the two guys behind him. They flipped him off, but they were also smiling. “If I don’t see you before you leave tomorrow, we’ll catch up in couple of weeks when school starts. We’ll leave the hardcore biker at home, though.” He started laughing, and she smiled.

  “See you later.” She turned and headed back to where Lucien leaned against his motorcycle. She didn’t want anything more than a friendship with Ritchie, and after the awkward almost kiss he had given her, and the issue with Lucien going all mercenary she knew that things would work out. Ritchie seemed like a genuinely nice guy, and maybe that was what she needed in her life. But even as she thought that and stared at Lucien, she knew that what she wanted and what she needed in her life where two totally different things. The more dangerous, “wrong” desire was what was winning.

  He was now standing by his bike, his arms crossed, a scowl on his face, and looking every bit as badass as his reputation implied. She stopped in front of him, stared into his silver eyes and waited for him to say something … anything.

  “Get on.”

  Callie moved to the back of the bike, keeping her mouth shut because she just wanted to have this night over with, and went to straddle the massive Harley. But before she could get on it Lucien had his hands around her waist, and was lifting her as easily as if she weighed nothing. Bracing her hands on the leather seat in front of her, she stared at him with what she knew were wide eyes.

  “Here.” He handed her the skullcap helmet, and once she had it on, he straddled the bike. For a second she was a little taken aback at being this close to him on his bike. Yeah, they had kissed, but for some reason this felt very intimate. His body heat seeped into her. Callie’s thighs were on either side of him, holding him close, and her pussy growing wet from the closeness of being here with him. The big logo patch of The Brothers of Menace was etched into his cut, and she stared at that worn leather vest with the slightly dirty patch, which showed a phoenix and motorcycle.

  “Unless you want to fall off the back of the bike you need to hold on, Callie,” he said gruffly, but didn’t turn around.

  Looking at his lean waist and swallowing, she reached around and wrapped her arms around him. She shouldn’t be feeling this nervous around Lucien, especially after what they had done this morning, but maybe that was why she felt this way? And before she knew what he was doing he grabbed her hip and pulled her forward. Her pussy came in contact with him. The scent of leather, cologne, and oil filled her nose, and the feeling of him hard and tense underneath her hands consumed her. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on anything but touching him, and failing miserably. He had his hand on both of hers, had them pressed to the small cold buckle of his leather belt, and she breathed in roughly. God, she needed to keep it together, and once she was in her room she could break down, because right now she was on the edge and toeing the line.

  Chapter Seven

  Callie stepped into her dorm, glanced over her shoulder and saw Lucien standing by the door. “I think I got it from here.” She tried to sound stronger, but having him right behind her, looking at her like he could see right into her soul, was unnerving in the best of ways. She wanted to still be angry with him for just showing up and acting like her father, telling her what she should and shouldn’t do, or who she should talk with, yet she couldn’t help but remember the fact he had said he cared about her.

  The ride to her dorm had only been a ten minute trip, but for those few moments she had held onto Lucien tightly. She thought about a life where nothing stood in their way and they could be together, and for just a second she envisioned that they were a couple. Despite their age difference, the fact that the club was his life and that being with her would destroy what he had, she could see herself loving this man with no obstacles in the way. He didn’t move, didn’t even respond to what she had said, so she opened her door and put him out of her mind. If he wanted to play the “I’m not going to speak, just stare hard at you” card, then she could do the same.

  She tossed her purse on the bed, and when she turned around it was to see that he had come into her room and shut the door behind him. He didn’t have his arms crossed over his wide chest anymore, but he still looked just as frightening and intense staring at her.

  “You never answered why you’re here, Lucien, and don’t give me that crap that you wanted to check up on me because you were worried. You pushed me away, told me this wouldn’t work out because of my dad, the age gap, and the club.” She was feeling her emotions come to the surface, and she was not going to let that happen. “I agree that I don’t want you and my dad to be on the outs because of something we may or may not do, but I can’t have you showing up out of the blue and stirring things up.”

  She needed to stay level, because he was calm, collected, and standing there like nothing ever affected him. The only time she had seen his exterior resistance crack was when they had kissed back at the clubhouse just this very morning. He had opened up to her, showed her that there was this passion inside of him, this need and want, and it matched her own. But then he had pushed her away, and that brick wall of composure had gone back in place. He had been the cold biker President she had known all her life.

  Right now he had the same expression, and it pissed her off, but broke her heart, too. She looked away, trying to compose herself. It was hard trying to push her feelings down, and if he really wanted her to move on him showing up like this was defeating that purpose. With her back still to him she spoke again, trying not to let her emotions show, but failing.

  “You were able to avoid me for the last three months, and after one kiss and pushing me away I thought that was the end of it.” She inhaled and then exhaled roughly. “You’re making this harder,” she whispered. She took one more steadying breath, and then turned to face him. A gasp left her at the fact Lucien was directly behind her.

  He stared into her eyes for a suspended moment, and then grabbed her behind the head, pulled her forward, and claimed
her mouth with his. She felt his muscles against her softness and moaned against his mouth. He stroked her lips with his tongue, and she opened for him instantly, accepting him completely, and not worrying about the consequences of what they were doing. She had her hands on his biceps, clenched and unclenched his bulging muscles, and moaned into his mouth. She became a fiend for him, and any and all thoughts that had to do with staying away vanished.

  He stared at her for a second, not speaking, but searching her face with his gaze. She felt on display for this man, and knew that what he was about to say would change the way things had gone for the last three months.

  “I want you, you want me, and I am going to claim you, Callie,” he said against her mouth. “I am going to have every part of you until you know irrevocably that you are mine.” He leaned back an inch, still had his hand behind her head and his fingers tangled in her hair, and breathed against her mouth. “Damn the consequences.” He kissed her again and again, and she melted into him, loved that he held her so tightly, so thoroughly, and that she felt like they were one. “I have tried to fight how I feel for you, tried to stay away, and I was damn good at it for the last few months.” He rested his forehead against hers, and she was stunned to see this man looking so vulnerable.

  He wasn’t the feared MC President that she had always known, but this man opening up to her and telling her how he felt. It may only happen this one time, but she wanted him, wanted all of him, and she didn’t want to say something that would ruin this moment.

  “I’ve been thinking about this moment for a long time, Lucien.” She leaned up and kissed him, stroked her tongue along his mouth, and actually felt his body harden beneath hers, and then he trembled slightly. Right now there wasn’t anything on this planet except the two of them.

  “Callie,” he groaned out, and grabbed a chunk of her hair to pull her head back gently. He kissed and sucked at her throat, ran his tongue up the length of her neck, and then stopped at her pulse point. She grew wet, so damn needy, and wanted to take this to the next level. Damn the consequences, like he had put it.

  He was breathing heavily, and when he pushed his erection against her belly, a fresh gush of moisture left her. He was so big and so hard for her. She had never been this wet for a man, never had a man inflame her like he was. Yes, Callie was a virgin, and yes, right now she wanted Lucien to be the man that took that from her.

  “We’re alone, Lucien,” she said breathlessly, and when he pulled back she knew she had to have this drugged-out look on her face. She felt drunk from his touch and kisses, and wanted to be so far gone with the feel and taste of him that she didn’t think she’d survive. Lucien started kissing her again, grinding his massive erection against her belly like he couldn’t get enough, and Callie was more than willing to be the outlet for his need.

  “What I want is you, and that’s going against everything I believe in with my brothers,” he said in this pained voice. But then he held her face in his hands, tilted her head to the side, and stroked her lips with his tongue. “But like I said before, I want you, you want me, and I’m going to have you because the alternative is too damn hard.”

  “Can we just focus on you and me?” She let her head fall back on her neck slightly, closed her eyes, and loved when he started stroking her skin with his thumbs. “I just want you to be with me right now.”

  This growl of need left him. He stared down at her for a few seconds, almost like he was struggling with himself on what he should do, and then he was tearing her clothes away like an animal in heat. There she stood, in her bra and panties, her body starting to sweat from her arousal, and her need for him bursting through her. Despite the chill in the air she was overheated. Her nipples were hard, and she knew they were poking through the thin material of her bra. Her panties were soaked from her desire, and her clit felt swollen. If he touched her between her legs she’d surely come right then and there. She may be inexperienced in actually having sex, but she wasn’t a prude, and had done enough with the couple of boyfriends she had been with that she knew what a guy liked.

  The moonlight speared through the curtains, and when she reached out and flattened her hands on his cut, smoothed them down his chest, and stopped at the button and fly of his jeans, her fingers started to shake uncontrollably. She was scared and nervous, and her strength was leaving as the thought of being with Lucien in this very real way filled her. He took hold of her hands and brought them up to his mouth. There he kissed each of her fingers softly while watching her.

  “Lucien.” She breathed out his name, feeling her hands tremble even harder now. “I’ve never…” She trailed off, feeling a little embarrassed at her inexperience. She wanted to give him everything he needed as a man, wanted to be able to pleasure him as much as he would surely pleasure her.

  “Oh Callie, baby.” He pulled her close, cupped her cheek, and stared into her face. Even in the darkness she saw his nostrils flare and this possessive, dangerous look cover his face. “You’re a virgin?” he almost groaned out.

  He asked the question, and she nodded. But it was due to the way he said it, soft and low, and filled with a lot of emotion, that she felt her throat close. Lucien backed her up until the edge of the bed came in contact with the back of her knees. She slowly lowered herself to the bed, and stared up at him. He held onto her chin, tilted her head back, and braced his other hand on the bed as he leaned in close to her face. They breathed the same air for a second, and then he was kissing her again.

  “Callie, baby. You’re killing me here,” he said against her mouth, and then groaned out loud. “I’m your first, and I’ll be your fucking last,” he said possessively, fiercely, and she knew without a doubt he was telling the truth. “Your cherry is mine.” He stroked her lips with his tongue, and moved his hand down her chest, over her belly, and rested it on her panties. “Your pussy is mine.” He pulled at her bottom lip with his teeth until she groaned out, and he slipped his hand inside the waistband of her underwear, but didn’t so much as rub her clit. “You are mine.”

  She felt that truth deep in her body, and knew without a doubt he meant every word. He took a few steps back, started removing his cut, and then went for his t-shirt. When he was shirtless, and started working at undoing his belt, button, and zipper, she stared at his chest. Hard planes of muscle covered every inch of his broad chest. The large tattoo in the center of his chest was of the Brother of Menace logo. It beckoned her with the temptation of the dark side, the forbidden corner of her life that she had never thought she’d venture to. His arms were covered in ink, all dark and intricate as they told a story. Because she couldn’t help herself, Callie let her eyes travel lower. A line of dark hair started below his navel and made a trail down his rippling abdomen to disappear beneath his pants. The low throb that had been present between her thighs now became a fierce pounding that demanded to be noticed.

  “If only you knew what I see when I look at you.” His voice was low and filled with heat. Finished getting undressed, he now stood there completely naked, unashamed or bashful of his nudity, and rock hard for her. “If only you knew that I’d kill anyone that hurt you.” His words were low and deep and held a hell of a lot of threat.

  Although this was what she wanted with every part of her being, could she actually surrender to her wants and give herself to Lucien? The thick erection he sported had her clenching her thighs together as need overtook her. Callie didn’t say anything, couldn’t even form words at that moment. She stood, her knees shaking, her legs threatening to give out on her, and took a step closer. They stood toe-to-toe now, the largeness of his body blocking out everything behind him. The force of his breathing brushed across her face, ruffling the tendrils of her hair in a soft caress. His chest rose and fell quick and hard, and the pulse at the base of his throat beat wildly. Was her need just as evident as his?

  Her hands shook, but she lifted them and placed them on his hard, rippled abdomen. The hard muscles clenched under her palm, and she slid he
r hands up the rolling, defined hills of his chest, along his tattoo until she was tracing the lines of that ink with her fingers, and then rested her hands on each of his pecs. The beat of his heart was strong and steady, so unlike her rapidly pounding one.

  “Callie.” He said her name on a whisper.

  If she derailed from what she wanted to do she wouldn’t be able to regain her strength and continue with this. “No one will bother us. Meredith will be gone for the night, and the dorm is pretty much empty as everyone is out partying.” She leaned into him, felt the heat from his body seep into hers, and closed her eyes. It felt good to feel his warmth with nothing between them. When she looked into his face, the fierce expression of desire reflected back at her increased her pulse and lust for him. Here she was, in nothing but her undergarments, with Lucien Silver naked and wanting her right before her. Very gently she curled her fingers into the hard, yet pliant flesh at his chest.

  “Be my first, Lucien.”

  He took her hand, held it on his chest, right over his heart, and said in a low voice, “I’ll be your first, and your only, Callie. You’re mine, and there isn’t anyone or anything that will stop me from having you.”

  She swallowed and nodded. “But my dad.”

  He closed his eyes for a second, and although she shouldn’t have said anything, that fact was a big deterrent in all of this.

  “Can we not talk about your old man when I’m about to finally be with you?” He offered her a smile, and it changed his whole expression. “But I’ll cross that bridge, and that war, when the time comes okay?”

  She nodded, reached behind her to undo her bra, and let it flutter to the floor. Callie was about to be with Lucien, and she knew this would change everything.