by Marian Tee
“Very funny, Luka Georgiades. That’s definitely going to win you some more votes,” I muttered as I slammed the door shut. Luka’s laughter followed as I slowly sank to the ground, feeling myself go white at what I had just thought.
Luka Georgiades, in love with me?
This time I knew I had it all wrong. I had it backwards, and oh God of Caros, but it scared me.
While Luka was struggling not to turn vampire because of his love for Emilia, I had been struggling with the same, doing my best not to turn vampire because I loved Luka.
When I came out, Luka was watching me with narrowed eyes. “I smelled your tears,” he said quietly.
I tried to laugh it off. “You’ve been spending too much time with your Lyccan princess. Now you’re telling me you have their abilities, too?”
“Don’t change the subject. Why are you crying?”
The sudden ringing of the room’s phone saved me from answering and I hurried to take it. “Hello?” My eyes widened. “Umm, yes, please connect him.” Still facing Luka, I tried not to be intimidated by the forbiddingly cold expression that came over his face.
“Hey, beautiful,” Jeff said a moment later.
I cleared my throat. “Hey.”
“Can I come up?”
Sneaking a look at Luka, I swallowed and said weakly, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“He doesn’t want another visitor?” Jeff was trying to sound like he didn’t care, but the surly note in his voice was unmistakable.
“He’s really tired after what happened.”
“I see.” There was a long moment of pause before Jeff said with forced cheer, “Well, maybe you could at least sneak off for my birthday party tonight?” When I didn’t answer right away, he pressed, “Just drop by, please. It’s my birthday. Surely he could give me just five minutes of your time?”
I knew he was guilt-tripping me into saying yes, but it didn’t matter. It worked. With a sigh, I said, “Yes. Later.”
Jeff laughed, his humor clearly restored. “Stay beautiful, babe. I’ve missed you. And, oh, one last thing…”
I frowned. “What is it?”
“I had someone send up my gift to you.”
“But it’s your birthday not mine.”
“Your gift is to wear something I gave you tonight.”
Oh.
“Please, Caylie, I know you’re never going to be mine but just…just for tonight can’t you let me pretend?”
Ah God of Caros, I was so easy to manipulate with guilt. “Yes,” I answered with a sigh, followed almost shortly by a knock on the door, which I knew was Jeff’s gift being delivered. “It’s here now. I have to go.”
“See you tonight?”
“I…yes.”
“What was that about?” Luka asked the moment I put the receiver down.
Instead of answering, I quickly went to the door and received Jeff’s gift. Inside the tiny emerald velvet box was a sapphire bracelet, too flashy for my taste but I put it on anyway since it was only for tonight.
I turned around and almost bumped into Luka, his eyes turning black as it landed on the new bracelet gracing my wrist. “What. The. Fuck. Is. That?”
“It’s Jeff’s gift---”
“Take it off,” he roared.
“No!” I took several deep breaths. “It’s just for tonight, okay? Jeff invited me to his birthday party tonight and I was thinking of going---”
“Not without me you won’t,” Luka said coolly.
Bitterness unexpectedly flared inside me. “If I tell you not to go to Emilia Moretti’s parties, would you?”
His gaze became hooded. “That’s different.”
I wanted to ask why, how, what made it different but no sound came out from my mouth when the entire room was plunged in darkness.
I stilled, unable to believe that this was happening in a Caro-owned establishment. Something was wrong. The words pounded in my brain. My gaze immediately sought Luka’s, the darkness not an impediment to our sight.
Luka was swiftly putting on his clothes and he quickly placed a finger on his lips when he saw me glance at him. He opened the window and I shivered as a blast of icy wind swept through the hospital room. Our eyes met again, his reassuring, mine confused. Ready, he mouthed.
My eyes got even bigger. Ready for what?
And then I was flying out of a tenth floor window just as masked strangers with stake-loaded guns barged inside.
A silent scream tore out of my throat as we fell. Seconds may only have passed, but every moment of it was crystallized in my brain. I was absolutely sure we were going to die. Yes, yes, Caros had extraordinary strength and abilities but jumping off from a ten-story room wasn’t exactly something I did every day.
I was pretty much out of my mind the moment we got airborne, but I was half-aware of Luka pulling me close then positioning me behind his back, making sure that my arms and legs were wrapped securely around him.
We landed in one hard but almost inaudible thud. I wanted to take a deep breath, but I couldn’t because Luka was already running. “Let me get down,” I hissed.
“No, stay,” Luka commanded. “You’re just going to slow me down. Just hang on tight.”
Luka ran for one or two hours. I couldn’t really tell how long it was and he was running so fast that everything was a blur. When we finally stopped, I found myself staring up at a ramshackle house made of beaten up wood and boarded windows. The tall trees around us effectively concealed the house from view, casting scary shadows on its scarred façade.
Luka slowly lowered me down.
My feet instantly wobbled and I would’ve fallen to the ground if Luka hadn’t taken hold of me. I leaned on him gratefully. “They’re numb,” I explained, feeling ashamed at how weak I was.
Luka’s face became grimmer. “I’m sorry.”
I shook my head quickly. “It’s not your fault.” As he took my hand and led me towards the house, I asked worriedly, “Are we safe here?”
“It’s Brethren property, specifically designed as a hideout.” He gave us our location and my eyes widened at the realization that he had run far enough to cross over to the East Coast. No wonder everything seemed unfamiliar!
Luka fished out a card from his pocket and slid it across what seemed like a vandalized portion of the door. It lit up, revealing a computerized screen in disguise, before the door clicked open. “We’ll stay here for the meantime while I gather information.” Luka positioned me behind his back as we entered and only relaxed his guard when a quick sweep of the area revealed that the hideout hadn’t been compromised.
“It’s better not to have the lights on,” Luka said as if apologizing.
“I understand, Luka. You don’t have to worry about me. I’m more worried about you. What about your injuries?”
“They’re almost perfectly healed.”
“And blood?” I asked. “You know you’ll need another bag again soon. You haven’t completely regained what you lost during your fight.”
“We’ll figure it out tomorrow.” Luka was using a firm but reassuring tone and I relaxed, knowing it meant he had a plan but didn’t think it was necessary for me to know about it yet. Luka had long taught me that some plans weren’t meant to be shared right away, that some things were better left unsaid while other things simply needed more time to come effectively into play.
Although the first level smelled distinctly of dust and old furniture, the second level was surprisingly clean, the bed in the master’s bedroom freshly made and with toiletries supplied in its adjoining bathroom.
“Very efficient,” I murmured, impressed.
“I’ll tell the clean-up crew you were pleased with their job.”
I stilled. “The same clean-up crew that…” I trailed off questioningly.
Luka flashed a brief smile. “Yes.”
I tried to repress a shudder. Somehow, the word ‘efficient’ for them had taken a whole new meaning. I just hoped they didn’t do
any other kind of clean-ups in this place. The thought of sleeping in the same place someone else had been killed was definitely not conducive to having a good night’s sleep.
Luka tucked me in like a child and I let him, instinctively feeling the need in Luka to take care of me in whatever way he could. The guilt in him was tangible. I knew he blamed himself for getting me involved with this, but I also knew that by tomorrow his rational mind would make him realize that this was inevitable.
The kind of opponents he had was the type to fight dirty, the type not to give up for as long as they could strike from the back.
I watched Luka take a chair between my bed and the study desk, placing it against the wall so that no one could come up on him from behind. Surprisingly, there wasn’t even a single scratch on him and his clothes were still crease free, his gleaming blond hair with not a strand out of place.
A giggle escaped me, something that I had to let go more for relief and to keep the hysterics at bay.
“What?” Luka asked with a raised eyebrow.
“You look like you just came out from a fashion magazine.”
He rolled his eyes.
“You do,” I insisted.
“Just sleep, Caylie.”
I shook my head. “I can’t. Not just yet,” I admitted. “Were you afraid, Luka?”
He shook his head.
“Are you afraid now?”
“No.”
I grimaced at the calm way he answered. “I was. When I saw their stake guns and when you threw me out of the window---” I frowned at the memory.
“Nothing would have happened to you, Caylie. I promised I’d take care of you, didn’t I?”
“When you’re falling ten stories down, those kinds of promises don’t count.”
A smile briefly curved his lips. “Touché.”
The silence returned. I tried to sleep, figuring out that Luka needed some peace and quiet to strategize but all I could do was toss and turn.
“Caylie.” Luka’s voice was lined with exasperation.
I cringed even as I rolled over to my side so I could face him again. “Did I disturb you?”
“What’s wrong?” he asked gently. “What’s keeping you up?”
I fidgeted restlessly under the covers. “I don’t know. I just can’t.”
Luka paused. “I know of a way to make you fall asleep.”
I watched him put his glasses down on the table before walking towards me and sitting down at the edge of my bed, next to me but not near enough for any part of our bodies to touch. “It’s a little unorthodox, though.”
I snorted, the sound making Luka chuckle. “Do you really think that’s going to bother me?”
“It’s very unorthodox,” Luka said solemnly, but there was a wonderful twinkle in his eyes that almost made me catch my breath.
“Just tell me and I’ll do it. I want to sleep.”
“You’re sure?” A secretive smile played on his lips.
I nodded.
“Fine then. But first we have to get rid of one thing…” Before I knew it, Luka had grabbed my wrist and tore off the bracelet Jeff had given me. He threw it to the floor and they scattered into pieces, the sapphire beads bouncing in different directions.
“Luka, why did you---aaah!” One moment he was gazing at me with possessive triumph glittering in his eyes, and then the next moment he had thrown the covers away, flipped my dress up, tore my panties away and was inhaling my scent. I tried to struggle the moment I realized what he was about to do, but Luka’s hands clamped my hips down to the bed easily.
“Oh my god, don’t do…oh!” Luka’s tongue had touched the top of my folds, teasing and tickling the tip before slowly licking me down.
“Luka.” This time it wasn’t a protest. It was a moan, a plea, a cry for more.
I could feel him smiling against my folds.
Asshole.
He nipped my clit and I nearly jumped off the bed. It was his way of saying he heard me loud and fine.
My head fell back against the pillow, my legs completely collapsing sideways and leaving me spread-eagled before him.
There was no more time to think, not with Luka torturing me with his tongue.
He made me breathless, senseless, and shameless. “Please,” I begged. “Luka, please.”
Luka groaned at the mewling sounds I was making. “Caylie.”
“Luka, please!” I lifted my hips up, trying to have him kiss me more, harder, longer.
Luka more than took the hint, his thumb pressing on my clit as his tongue slipped between the folds, delving into the flesh before thrusting in and out.
“Luka!” I couldn’t remember screaming so loudly in all my life, couldn’t remember feeling as good as this as my body arched like a bow. I came in multiple jerks, and Luka lapped it all even as I begged him to stop and let me catch my breath. But he ate everything up still, ignoring my cries and whimpers as he cleaned me well and good, leaving not a single drop to dry.
After, Luka gathered me into his arms, my back against his chest, my head tucked under his chin. He pressed a kiss to my hair. “Sleepy now?”
There was a smirk in his voice. I should have found it insulting but all I could do was snuggle closer to him, an answering smile forming on my lips when Luka groaned as his cock immediately rose to attention between the curves of my ass.
“Naughty little bauble,” he muttered in our language.
I laughed, and that only seemed to make him harder. His arms tightened around mine. “Sleep.” This time he said it as a command, but one softened by the fondness in his voice.
I couldn’t help a yawn as my eyelids started to drift closed. “Tomorrow,” I told him drowsily. “Tomorrow we have to seriously talk.”
His chuckle reverberated against my body, tickling the hairs on my nape to stand. “About what, mi vavli?”
My eyelids lost the battle to sleep and I closed my eyes completely. “We have to talk about how you could want me…but not want to take me.”
Chapter Fourteen
I couldn’t meet Luka’s eyes the entire time the next day, not when I was forever mentally cringing at what my stupid silly mind made me say last night. God of Caros, how pathetic could I get, practically guilt-tripping a guy into having sex with me?
If Emilia Moretti ever found out about this, I would just go vampire and bite myself to death. I swore I would.
Luka had left a little after lunch, telling me he was going to hunt. I thought he meant hunting for information but when he came back a little after seven in the evening looking disgustingly fit and vitally healthy, I knew he had done a different kind of hunting instead.
Unfortunately, it was also the exact time my knees wobbled out of hunger and I would have fallen down flat on my face if Luka hadn’t caught in time.
I felt incredibly woozy. “Have I been poisoned?”
Luka shook his head. “No, mi vavli. You’re just hungry.”
“Hungry?”
“You haven’t a single intake since the last time we ate at the hospital.”
My eyes widened. Had it really been that long? With so many things that had happened, I hadn’t even realized I hadn’t drunk blood for over twenty-four hours already. I lifted worried eyes to him. “How am I going to drink here when we don’t have supplies?”
In answer, Luka bit into his wrist, just small enough for blood to trickle out. He offered it to me.
I automatically shook my head. “But---”
Luka lifted his wrist closer.
My nostrils flared.
“You need to drink. We’re going to leave in a while.”
But he really didn’t have to convince me by then. The aroma of blood was too powerful for me to resist and I took what he offered. My eyes drifted closed as the first drop of blood hit my tongue and then I started sucking.
Drinking blood had always been sensual, but I realized it was nothing compared to drinking directly from a living source – and especially if the person you
were in love with. My arousal communicated itself to Luka in a second, and the moment he groaned my senses went haywire. I rose to my feet and went for his neck.
Luka’s back slammed against the wall. “Caylie,” he gritted out.
I sucked harder, longer, but still it wasn’t enough.
I sank to my knees and tore his pants open, freeing his cock in an instant.
Luka froze. “Caylie---”
My fangs went out fully and then I was biting him ever so gently.
Luka growled the moment I started to suck. His fingers sank into my hair and he was thrusting his dick in and out of my mouth, and all I could do was suck harder and longer as his blood poured into me.
“I’m coming,” Luka said between clenched teeth.
In answer, I licked my bite closed before I sucked on the head of his dick hard.
Luka’s hips tensed for one second before he was coming, his cock spurting out his release even as his hips didn’t stop moving. I did my best to lap everything in but some of his cum still trickled out of my mouth. I was so unbelievably aroused the moment I realized he was spent, I rose to my feet and rubbed my body against Luka’s.
And because this was Luka – the Caro who women sighed and talked about, so much so that even I had heard of his stamina and prowess in bed no matter how much I hated to know anything about him back then – his cock stirred back into life after less than a minute, his arms gripping mine as I writhed against him.
“Caylie---”
“Take me, please. I won’t tell Emilia. I promise, I won’t---”
One moment we were almost one, every inch of our bodies in contact with each other. But the next moment Luka had virtually thrown me to the bed, away from him. The look on his face made me cry out.
Luka whitened. “No---”
I jumped out of the window. After nearly flying ten stories last night, this ten-foot-jump was a piece of cake.
But what I didn’t count on was having vampires attack me from all fronts.
“LUKA!” I screamed for him with all my might, knowing it was my best shot at survival. The next best thing was to stall. They slashed and snarled, more like rabid creatures than intellectual beings that used to belong to one of the finest races in the world.