Authors: Jenika Snow
Lucien's War (9 page)
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.
“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 her 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.
Chapter Eight
Lucien
stared down at Callie, took in the sight of her creamy, flawless flesh, of the
way she was nice and plump in all the right places, and of how her breasts
would overflow in his hands. She had been a tiny thing while growing up, and
then it seemed like within one summer she’d blossomed into the woman that was
standing before him right now. He was hard, harder than he had ever fucking
been in his entire life, and although he should be backing away and not
touching her, he couldn’t stop himself. She was his drug of choice, his
addiction, and he wanted to get lost in this, get lost
in
her.
He
reached out and cupped one large breast. The weight was substantial, and his
cock jerked forward. His balls drew up tight, and his muscles tensed. The image
of spreading her out on this small-ass bed, opening her thighs so he could see
her sweet, wet virgin cunt, and then shoving his dick into her, slammed into
his head like a violent beast. He smoothed his other hand on her breasts,
cupped both mounds now, and felt her nipples harden further under his palm. He
should have never come up here, should have stayed away from her like he had
done successfully for the last three months.
But
the thing was, when he had heard Kink talk about her going to some party, all
these fucked-up images of her being taken advantage had consumed him. So now
here he was, touching a woman that was way too fucking young for him, yet who
he was infatuated with. He wanted her like he had never wanted another woman,
and craved her like he was starving and she was the only thing that could sate
his hunger. He fucking loved her.
