by Marian Tee
“Why didn’t you defend yourself from the very start?” We were both dressed for sleep, but I was still wide awake, my mind racing with questions.
“I was hoping to flush him out and get more secrets from him.”
“Then why did you choose to speak now? Or have you gotten everything from him already?” I couldn’t help tracing his collarbone as I spoke, wanting to touch him constantly to assure myself that he was real, he was here, and he was mine.
Luka caught my fingers and kissed them one by one. “Because now all I cared was getting to your side as quickly as I could.”
“But what about the information he still had? The Brethren---”
“---could go to hell,” Luka finished calmly. His eyes burned bright. “You are the most important thing to me, Caylie. You always have been.”
I gave him a tremulous smile. “You knew, didn’t you?”
“That you consider the Brethren my mistress?” he asked, deadpanned.
I laughed, and being able to do so with Luka now made me giddier. I rose up and moved on top of him to kiss his lips. “I can’t believe I’m here with you,” I whispered.
He threaded his fingers through my hair, his violet eyes glued to the movement like it was something so fantastic. “I can,” Luka said quietly. “It was what I always dreamt of, the only thing that kept me sane.”
His words reminded me of something Emilia said and I asked hesitantly, “How did you survive it? Because when the change started for me, there were so many times I could easily turn. But you…you didn’t turn. Emilia Moretti said it required a sacrifice.”
Luka nodded.
“You don’t want to tell me?”
He expelled a painful breath. “It’s not that, but I just don’t see the point of you knowing. It’s over---”
“I want to know. I think I need to know.”
Luka pulled my head back down, settling me against his chest. And when I had my ear placed to his heart, he said flatly, “It was like emotional shock therapy. I had to see you without you seeing me, had to bear seeing you being touched by other men.”
My stomach heaved at the thought because the God of Caros knew if it were me, I would never have survived it. “I’m sorry, Luka.”
“It wasn’t your fault---”
“It was since it was my blind stupidity that forced you to leave.”
Luka kissed the top of my head. “It just wasn’t time yet, Caylie. That’s all.”
I rose up to my elbows once more, smiling a little when Luka’s gaze immediately dipped down to stare at the upper swell of my breasts that my lace corset-styled top exposed. “Luka,” I scolded him albeit breathlessly.
“Caylie,” he mocked with the same breathless tone I had but without taking his gaze away.
My entire body tingled. “Stop it. I have something to ask---”
“Still?” The rare plaintive tone in Luka’s voice made laughter threaten to bubble past my lips.
I pressed my lips tight, not wanting to let him know how he was winning this argument. But I did have questions to ask and they did matter. “Luka, please.”
He sighed. “Three questions and then I’m fucking you.”
My body jerked at his words. “Luka!”
“First question, quick,” he urged.
“What about Caros like Phillip and Sabina? Shouldn’t have the Invisa taken the opportunity to tell our kind about finding love and---”
Luka shook his head decisively. “No. Some secrets are meant to be shared, exposed, but secrets like that…they have to be earned.” He started stroking my back. “The way we had to earn ours.” He started unhooking my corset. “Second question?”
It was a little hard to concentrate with the way his fingers were caressing every inch of bare skin he exposed. “The future…what happens now, Luka? Everyone knows you’re the Knight Patron which means you have to give up the position.”
“I would have to sooner or later, Caylie. I’m still running for Advisor, Stefan will still run for Spymaster, and Riyu will still aim to be the next Minister.”
I bit my lip, not wanting to ask the question brimming in my lips simply because asking it felt like a betrayal of friendship in itself.
“I can hear you wondering, Caylie.”
I pursed my lips, determined not to say anything.
“You’re wondering why I won’t go for the top position myself?”
My eyes widened as I burst out, “How did you know?”
Luka smiled lazily. “Because, mi vavli, you’re my soul mate and you’ve always been mine.” He leaned up to trace my lips. “Riyu is the better man for the job because he’ll always put the Brethren first. I can’t do that because you are and will always be my first priority.” Luka sighed. “Now, can we get on with the third question so I could start fucking you?”
“My third question…” I pretended to think even as a seductive smile curved on my lips. I glanced at him under my lashes. “How soon can you make me come?”
In a burst of speed that had me laughing and gasping, Luka had flipped me to my back, undressed me, and then he was pushing into me without warning from behind the same time he started playing with my breasts.
“Like now,” Luka whispered just before he traced my ear with his tongue.
I moaned, thrilling to the way he always did so many things at the same time. Pulling me up so my ass would be thrusting up in the air, Luka began to thrust into me with long, hard, luxurious strokes. Bending over my back, he reached around to play with my clit, rubbing it in different directions until I was moaning and trying to push myself against him.
“Luka…”
“Now, then?”
“Yes.”
He chuckled. “Not just yet.” He released my clit and held my hips in place with both hands. I tensed, and then I was screaming his name as he pounded into me, harder than he ever did that the entire world started to spin and all I could do was wait for him to take me to heaven.
“Now, then?” he asked again, but this time his voice was strained, too.
“Now before I die---ah!” Luka had pinched my clit between his two fingers, hard, and I came with such force, the wetness gushing out. I sobbed his name, my body like molding around him as he increased the speed and strength of his thrusts before growling my name as he shouted.
We collapsed on the bed, spoon fashion, Luka’s arm and leg thrown over me.
I loved it.
And after a few minutes, I wanted him to love me again.
“Luka?”
“Mm?” He didn’t sound sleepy but simply satisfied and I took that as a good sign.
“I can’t sleep.” I deliberately made my voice sound pouty.
Luka, normally the smartest Caro in history, blindly followed my lead in this one. “Are you worried about something?” His voice was grave with concern.
Adorable, I thought giddily even as I wriggled against him, pretending I was restless and pretending I didn’t hear the way he sucked his breath in when the curve of my ass snuggly embraced his cock.
I yawned. “Luka?”
“Yes?”
I smiled as I said innocently, “I think I need you to help me sleep.”
Luka had flipped me to my back in a second. “You minx.” But his beautiful violet eyes were gleaming. And then I was gasping when he suddenly tossed my legs up in the air. When they fell on his shoulders his head was already between my legs, his fingers parting my folds wide open.
“Luka---no---yes.”
His tongue thrust in, together with one, two, three fingers and I closed my eyes, my head falling back against the pillows as I let Luka did the opposite of helping me to sleep, just like how he knew to do best.
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Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen