Chapter Eleven

I want more than proper

Cassandra

I leave the tattoo parlor after Lucian swears to let me know the moment they hear anything about Zeus. I don't have Alistair or Mercedes's numbers but I do have his programmed into my phone now.

Heading home, I feel the adrenaline crash. My entire body is tired. It's been a long time since I've worked in a life-or-death situation and I've forgotten how much that can take out of a person.

Tyler is still sleeping when we get home, so I put him in his crib before falling down on the couch to get some rest as well.

I don't know how long I sleep, but I do know what wakes me. A feather light touch against my cheek and the same voice I heard in my dreams.

"Cassandra," Lucian murmurs, pushing my hair out of my face.

Slowly, I open my eyes to see his face right in front of mine. I stare into his stormy gaze, losing myself in the depths.

"You need to lock your door," he says with a frown. "Anyone could walk in here while you're sleeping like the dead."

"Shit," I say sitting upright. "I forgot. I had a massive adrenaline crash and just dozed off. How is Zeus?"

Lucian shakes his head with a smile. "He's doing fine. Doc was able to fix him right up and he'll be able to come home in a day or two."

"That's good," I mumble but I'm not really focused on the conversation anymore. I'm more interested in the fact that he hasn't looked at my face since I sat up. "My eyes are up here, you know," I say, tilting his chin up.

He has the decency to look a little chagrined.

"I'm not going to say sorry because I won't lie to you. But I've been thinking about your tits since last night. Hell, I dream of those beauties."

A laugh falls from my lips. I love his honesty and the fact that he has his gaze glued to my chest once more. I will put this all down to still being half asleep if anyone asks later but I quickly lift my shirt over my head.

"These?" I ask, cupping the lace covered mounds.

"Fuck yes," he mumbles, leaning closer to run his nose between the globes. "Take off your bra, Cas. Show me."

Desire courses through me as I do as he asks. The heat in his gaze does things to me. Since having Tyler, I haven't looked at my body the same way. My breasts are still larger than before and they have silvery stretch marks that I hate, as does my stomach and hips. But the way Lucian licks his lips makes me feel sexy and desirable.

I've never been overly sexual, but he draws it out of me. Using my hands, I lift my breasts before pushing them together. The lust flowing through my veins has my nipples leaking milk and I can feel the wetness against my fingers.

"Fuck, that's pretty," Lucian says before taking a nipple into his mouth, lapping at the milk before moving to the other side.

"Oh my," I moan as Lucian pushes his way between my thighs. "Why is that so hot?"

"No idea," he says, standing. "But I can tell you I want more."

I can see he has a plan in mind but so do I. Before he can move me how he wants me, my hands are working at the belt holding his dark jeans up. I think I catch him off-guard because he doesn't stop me immediately. The moment I have his jeans undone and pushed down his hips his cock springs free.

A shiver of anticipation and trepidation works through me as I wrap my hand around his girth. His dick may be around the same length as my ex's but his girth is impressive. My fingers don't touch when I stroke his hardness and I know he is going to feel so good inside me.

I lean forward and a hand on my cheek stops me. I stare up at him, waiting to hear what he has to say.

"You don't have to do that," he says softly, rubbing his thumb over my lips. His eyes have darkened, the corded muscles in his neck visible as he strains to keep control. "I didn't come over here for sexual favors. I just wanted to see you."

My heart skips a beat at his words.

"I'm doing this because I want to," I say with a smile before I give the angry red crown a lick. "I was dreaming of sucking your cock when you woke me up."

If he can be honest, so can I. I watch him swallow before he nods. Sliding from the couch, I fall to my knees before trying to take as much of his length inside my mouth as I can. Lucian wraps his hands in my hair with a hiss. He holds me in place.

"Slowly," he says, staring down into my eyes. "I want this to last and your lips around my dick feels too good."

I may not be able to move my mouth but I can move my tongue. Tracing the slit at the tip, I am rewarded with a low pump into my mouth as his hips shoot forward.

"Fuck!" he curses loudly before pulling me off his length. "I'm trying to behave but you're not making it easy."

"We're going to always be honest with each other, right?"

"I hope so," he says with a frown.

"I've had proper. I've never felt passion, recklessness. I don't want you to hold back with me," I say softly, hoping he understands what I mean.

He stares at me for long seconds, cataloging all my reactions before he speaks. "If I do anything you don't like or it becomes too much, you need to stop me."

I nod enthusiastically and he chuckles. "I promise."

"Then open those pretty lips so I can fuck your face."