Snow Covered Moon

by L M Adams

His hands come up and grab my waist yanking me close him, then his mouth is on mine with urgency, pleading for me to give him that peace, that he is mine, to not do this. I taste it all in his kiss laced with dark chocolate and cinnamon.

  I drink my fill of his submission and pull back from the kiss, rejecting his plea.

  “You will remain like this until I choose otherwise. Be back before I wake up and have breakfast ready for the house,” I step around him and walk up the stairs, leaving him with my power riding him and no ability to do anything about it.

  Chapter Forty-four

  A candle in the Sun

  I get a shower, letting the water beat down on me, cleaning the dirt, sweat and general grime I acquired while running with the wolves. I get out of the shower and dry off quickly. I try not to think about what’s going to happen between Lucien and me. I don’t want to think about it. I may even be a little afraid, like a virgin on the eve of her very first time. Like shit anyone will get me to admit it.

  My room is empty, the morning sun peeks around my black curtains covering the window. I’ve always slept in, working the night shift at the convenience store kept me with my usual night hours, I’m a creature of the moon. The morning sun has been my enemy for some time. Now I’m about to sleep with the sun itself in the physical form. I shrug into my purple robe with lace trim. There’s a light knock on the door, I try to force the pace of my heart to slow.

  “Come in.” My voice sounds high and unsure. Jae, you’ve slept with Lucien plenty of times. I chide myself for being so skittish.

  The door opens, Lucien walks in. He has on an undershirt and a pair of jeans, his form filling the room with pure man. He closes the door softly and turns to look at me; his eyes glow gold with anticipation.

  “I give you the choice, I can be the way I need to be or I can be gentle. I will submit to you if that’s what you need tonight. I know seeing Sheba is a shock to you, so if you need to hurt someone, I’m willing to be that person,” Lucien says like a frog is caught in his throat.

  Goddess above, he’s never even hinted like submitting was something he would ever do. He’s offering to be submissive to me?

  He wants you to choose him.

  He really is willing to do anything to be with me. The proof is in the pudding, as my mother would say.

  “Be whatever you need to be, Lucien. I accept you the way you are.” I say simply.

  This may be the last time you have me Lucien, take me how you will. I want to tell him but I can’t, they would try to stop me if they knew of my plan. But there’s only one way for me to get Big Mike out, to give Sheba me. To keep her from killing me on sight I have to bring her, a well-trained gift.

  He stares at me for a moment, asking with his eyes if I’m sure, because if I’m not hurting him he will be hurting me. Lucien and I have never known how to make love, we’ve always made war with a side of hate fucking. Hell no, I’m not sure, but I nod my head in response to his unspoken question.

  “Take off your robe, Jaevia,” his voice commands, soft and yet strong.

  My fingers reach for the belt, I let the fabric fall from my body smoothly, letting Lucien see me full on, my breasts heavy, nipples puckered in desire, crying out for his attention.

  I hold my head up looking him in his eyes with a bravado I do not feel. He pulls his undershirt over his head dropping it to the floor. He’s covered in muscles. Such strength. He unbuttons his jeans letting them fall to the floor, and then his boxer briefs. His entire body smooth and well-honed into a killing machine. His dark skin teases me. I just want to touch him, lick him, everywhere. He hardens as I watch. We haven’t even touched.

  He’s just huge, I wouldn’t be able to even close my fingers around him if I was holding his cock in my hands. His dark skin is pulled tight and smooth over the length of him as hard as marble. He won’t be giving an inch, he’ll be carving out a mile deep inside of me. His cock throbs, promising pain; I feel my body respond at the sight of it.

  “I will try to be gentle, Jaevia, at first. It has been a long time. But you know I will hurt you because there is anger in my heart. I do not know what to do with it,” he says slowly, closing the distance between us in two strides. I can only nod my head in response.

  He grabs the back of my head and my leg lifting me. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. I open my mouth to his urgent kiss trying to drink in the sun. My nipples rub against his chest, his cock nestled between our bodies, it reaches above my belly button, heat radiates from my Sacral. I’m wet, hot and ready for him.

  I break the kiss. “Just do it Lucien, I deserve the pain. Hurt me Lucien, hurt me badly.” Because you will hate me soon.

  It takes no convincing him, he readjusts me and then he’s there, pressing against my opening. I’m too tight, but he doesn’t let that stop him, forcing himself in. I cry out at the sharp pain. He holds me still buried inside of me to the hilt.

  He holds me tight growling low in his throat.

  “Far too long you’ve kept what is mine away from me. I have many reasons to hurt you tonight and no reasons to give you pleasure. But you know you don’t deserve any pleasure, don’t you, Jaevia?”

  “Yes, Lucien I know,” I moan out in pain, my body still fighting his invasion.

  He grabs my still damp hair yanking my head back painfully. He bites my neck, hard, bruising my skin between his teeth, marking me as his.

  His teeth release my skin finally, my neck throbs where he’s marked me. I think he’s broken the skin. He kneels on the bed laying me down, still deep inside of me. Then he’s moving his hips. Only the sounds of our breath and the wetness of my pussy as he strokes me deep fill the room. He lifts my legs up on his shoulders and places one hand beside my head. He wraps his other hand around my throat. The angle forces my ass up in the air giving him direct access to my core. I beg him with my eyes not to, please don’t.

  “There will be no reprieve given,” He drives down inside of me; pure pain blossoms from my core, I scream, he squeezes my throat. Not hard- not cutting off my air supply, just enough to exert his dominance. To let me know, this particular form of torture will not end until he wishes it so. I don’t know how many times he drives himself into me without forgiveness. I jerk and thrash in pain, wanting an escape from his body, but his arms hold me still as he takes me. I scream on every thrust and become wetter with every withdrawal. My body held between the sweet abyss of pain and pleasure. Hurting too much to come, feeling too good to want him to stop. He lets my legs down finally, but doesn’t pull out. He reaches down and begins teasing my bud of nerves with his thumb, the smell of citrus, of my power begins pouring from me. My own lust driving me mad, my pussy squeezes on the edge, ready to drop into that glorious abyss.

  He pulls out of me.

  “Have you forgotten your training, Wench?”

  “No Lucien, I wasn’t going to come, I know the rules.”

  “Lies.” His voice drips with hatred; he flips me over and brings me up to my knees. He rams back inside of me; the pain is harsh and hateful. He holds me still by my waist and takes me viciously. I lose track of time as he punishes me with his dick for even coming close to finding pleasure. I don’t deserve pleasure, I remind myself, only pain.

  “Does your body still belong to Sheba?” he asks.

  “No, Lucien, no.”

  “Then I’m free to do what I want now?”

  “Do what you want, you can do what you want.” I cry out to him in his body driving out any desire to deny him anything.

  “Did I give you permission to give yourself to the vampire?”

  “No, Lucien,” I whimper out laid open under the feel of him.

  “You don’t fuck without my say so.”

  “Yes Lucien, yes.”

  He picks up the tempo, he rams into me with all his might, he bruises things deep inside of me. I can’t help the screams he drives out me.

  “Who can fuck you like this?”

  “No one, Luci
en, no one,” I cry out.

  I feel him grab my ass spreading it so he can drive himself that much deeper. My own lust leaks from me, angry and hot needing release, needing an escape.

  “Please Lucien, I’d say the words.” I beg him.

  “You belong to Sheba; you belong to Jack. You don’t belong to me. Don’t ask again, or I’ll leave you like I did in the forest. You didn’t like that, did you? Me making you kneel in front of me, making you pleasure yourself after I fucked your mouth. Answer me!”

  “No, Lucien, I didn’t like it. Please don’t do that again please.”

  “That’s what a whore deserves. You aren’t a whore, are you, Jaevia?”

  “No Lucien, I’m not a whore!” I slam my palm against my headboard, it stings in pain.

  “But I think you have been a whore. Was the vampire it, Jae? Was he the only man you’ve fucked since you left?” His voice is dangerous. “Give me the names of the men that had you, give me their names, and I’ll let you come right now.”

  “No one, Lucien. I haven’t been with anyone since.”

  “You know I don’t believe you.” His voice is filled with disgust.

  “I know, but it’s the truth.” I give up.

  He pulls from me and gets off the bed. He moves so his cock, glistening with my wetness is in front of my face.

  “Make me come with your mouth, Jaevia.”

  I move, my body aching as I slide to the edge of the bed. I take him into my mouth, tasting myself. It doesn’t take me long to bring him to climax, it never has. There’s no way to fit all of Lucien in my mouth, so I use my hands stroking him and stuffing him down my throat. Spittle from my throat covers him, it runs down my chin, over my hands, wet and sloppy, just like he likes it. I do it just like the greedy little cock whore I am. The urgency to please him, to make him happy with me is evident.

  “Ra take me, you know how to suck a cock!” He grunts his release, holding my head.

  “Take it, Jaevia! Fuck take it all.” His voice cracks as he spills into my mouth. He pulls from my lips with a shudder.

  “On all fours again, like the whore you claim you aren’t.”

  I don’t complain, I don’t object, I don’t try and convince him that I haven’t been a whore. Maybe I haven’t slept around since I left the Kindred, but I definitely was a whore while being trained by Sheba, and I enjoyed being her little slut. Maybe I could forgive myself I hadn’t enjoyed it so fucking much.

  I deserve this, this and so much more, so I move to all fours. My ass facing him as he stands beside the bed. Then he’s back inside of me. The cycle repeats, suck him until he comes, he takes me viciously, until my legs can no longer hold me up and I collapse on the bed, my power eating me from the inside out.

  The emotion clawing at my heart, realizing how broken our relationship really is. He hates me, he thinks all I’ve been doing is sleeping around.

  Look at how he found you. Freshly fucked and naked, with the pleasure of another man running from between your thighs.

  I begin to cry.

  “I’m sorry Lucien, I’m sorry.”

  “How many, Jae? That’s all I want to know, and then I can forgive you for them, after I kill them. Just tell me so I can forgive you for it,” Lucien demands, his voice cold and hard.

  “I haven’t. I swear to you I haven’t.”

  He climbs on the bed between my legs and enters me again.

  “Why do you keep lying to me, Jaevia? It serves you nothing now. Don’t you realize that I’m not letting you from this bed until you give me their names? Was it so many you’re ashamed to tell me? Please don’t make me beat it out of you, Jaevia. Please don’t make me hurt you like that, hurt you like Sheba did. But I will if I must, I will have the truth from you. I need to know. I need to know.”

  “Please believe me, no one but Jack.” I beg him, crying.

  He doesn’t say anything for a long time, he slows the pace of his thrusts. It doesn’t matter, any movement he makes between my thighs sends dizzying waves of pain through my body. It’s wonderful.

  He stops suddenly. “You’re telling the truth, aren’t you?” he asks, shocked.

  He pulls from me and lies on the bed beside me. He gathers me in his arms holding me tight. I don’t move, letting the pain in my core radiate out, the feeling of him denying me release eats at me. We shouldn’t have done this. I shouldn’t have agreed to this, sex is not going to fix us. What does any of it matter now anyway? I’m going back to Sheba.

  “Why?” His question simple and damning all at once.

  “It was too dangerous, I couldn’t trust myself.”

  “So, it’s not because you were respecting our agreement?”

  “Lucien, I gave you back the ring. Me breaking up with you should’ve been pretty clear.”

  “Like a ring makes a difference to me, Jaevia. When I say you are mine, you are mine. I’ve made that clear to you for some years now.”

  I pull away from him and sit up in the bed, ignoring the throbbing pain.

  “You do know relationships don’t work like that?” I wipe the tears from my face.

  “Why must you speak in such human terms? We are not human. We are Kindred. That’s not the way relationships work? Really Jaevia. Even if we never had sex again and lived apart for a thousand years, I would still be a part of your soul, you would still be mine before all others. It is the way we are.”

  “Perhaps Lucien, but you can’t bully me into loving you.”

  “I do not need your love, I need you to respect me as your mate. Love will come later.”

  I sit there looking at him, aghast. Where in goddess’s name does he get these ideas? Tabari is supposed to be tutoring him, making him less beastlike. But I’m pretty sure what he did here, in bed with me, is a watered-down version of clubbing me over the head and dragging me to a cave.

  “You didn’t have to hurt me.”

  I enjoyed it, far too much, so of course I have to take exception to it. Yup, conundrum wrapped in an enigma, that’s me. My body is already healing the bruising to my cervix, I miss the dull ache already.

  “I’ll always be a jealous bastard,” he says with no remorse, which infuriates me further. At least I feel bad when I hurt people.

  “You didn’t have to do that, you could’ve just asked me if I’d been with anyone. Use your people words, Lucien.” I chastise him like I have so often before. He never asks or says what he wants, he just takes what he feels is his due.

  “We both know I had to do it my way, and now that I know, I can be gentle. Lay back I will fulfill my promise to you, I want to fall asleep with the taste of you on my tongue. I want you to fall asleep with the feeling of me carved out inside you.”

  My stomach tightens at his words, Lucien isn’t all seducing and romance like Jack, but there is something wonderfully alluring to beast-man sexual customs, enough to make me lightheaded.

  I lay back on the bed, he rises to his knees moving between my thighs. I stare up at his strong profile. He’s just so much, everything. His locks are in his usual ponytail at the nape of his neck. I wish he’d let them free, let them rub and tease my body into a high-pitched frenzy.

  He growls low in his throat with pleasure as he moves down, kneeling on the floor and grabs my thighs, putting them on his shoulders. He begins licking me softly with his tongue. I moan and grind my pelvis at the feeling. The gentle sucking with his tongue rubbing my bud of nerves drives me insane, he is good. But then I did teach him everything he knows. Lucien has never been with anyone else, there has never been any question of who he belongs to, it pleases us, yes it does. I grab his hair, filling my hands with his twisted locks.

  He takes me to the edge, but he does not command me to give him the words, and my building release dissipates like ripples in a pond. He takes me back and forth to the crescendo and then forces me to ride the wave of my unreleased climax. The smell of citrus is heavy in the room, I’m frantic and almost crazed.

  “Please Lucie
n, please,” I beg him.

  He lifts his head. “Ok baby, I’ll make it better now.”

  He moves up the bed and gently enters me again. He kisses my neck as he strokes me gently. He soothes me as he gives me pain. There will always be pain with him, but he’s so gentle while he hurts me, and the mind fuck is glorious. I get lost in the smell and the feel of his body, every stroke deliciously torturous. My blood is on fire for him.

  “Why are you doing this?” I ask as another orgasm passes over me unfulfilled.

  “It’s not ready yet, you’re not ready yet.”

  “I am, Lucien. I’m ready to come,” I can’t help the whine in my voice.

  “You are ready when I say you’re ready, shh now. You shall have your treat, Wench.”

  He brings a hand up and begins pinching my nipple, some dam inside me breaks. My power spills forward filling my eyes, my entire body vibrating with it. I try to hold it back, Lucien hates my succubus, hates my power. It’s probably one of the main reasons I actually like Lucien, he’s a man that doesn’t want me because I am a creature of desire. He wants me as Jaevia, the smart-mouthed Reaper that drinks too much.

  “Please Lucien, I’m sorry. I couldn’t hold it.” I throw my arms around his neck and hold on to him, begging him to forgive me for my loss of control.

  He pulls back from me.

  “It’s ok tonight, Jaevia, it’s ok.”

  Lucien’s eyes begin to glow gold in response, the power of the sun mingling with power of creation. That is what a succubus is; everyone thinks it’s all about sex, but we create attraction, passion, love and through that, children and life. We are the catalyst to creation.

  “Sheba has no hold on you, only I. Submit to me, Jaevia. Submit to me as your master,” he demands for me to let go. To not hold back, to open up to him.

  I let go even if it will only last a moment. I let go of the memories, of the pain, the guilt, the blame, the anger. I let it all go, I let the feeling of Lucien inside of me fill the cold parts. I can’t help it, I let him see the evil inside of me, my succubus lurking behind my eyes, the part of me that will always be attracted to pain.