Roll For Initiative

47. Lucian

S erenity. That is the only way I can describe this feeling—complete and absolute serenity. I glance at my watch; it is almost 6 am. She’s still passed out. Jayme is still asleep wrapped around her side, and I am still between her legs, I moved to where my head has been resting on her lower stomach. I felt her fingers mindlessly stroking through my hair during the night. It helped me sleep. I decide to take the risk while she is asleep to remove my wolf mask so I can feel her skin-to-skin. We never got dressed last night, so she is still fully naked while Jayme and I are still in our boxers. We were so worn out we passed out in a pile of limbs.

I still can’t believe what happened last night. The connection I felt with her, the passion, it was like nothing I ever felt before. I decided that today I am going to tell her everything. I’ll tell her everything about FoxDen, Vixens, everything that happened in California, and most importantly, I need to tell her that I love her. I do. I don’t even question the feelings that I am having now because I realized last night that she is everything that I have been missing. My other half. My missing piece.

I have no doubt that she feels the same. She moaned my name last night. She was thinking about me while the mystery man brought her pleasure. I am hoping she agrees to move to California with me because otherwise, I might not be able to go. As mad as Jayme would be, I can’t see my life without her in it every day. I can’t live on the other side of the country from her. He knows I am torn about it, but maybe he will understand. Maybe I can work remotely and fly over once a month. I don’t know.

First things first, I have to get her away from Theo. I look over her gorgeous body, and I can see the bruising through the makeup on her jaw, and faint marks are also starting to appear on her shoulder. That was not from us either, which means he hurt her again before the auction. I might actually kill him now.

I nudge my face between her legs. I need a distraction, and she is the best kind there is. I toy circles around her clit with my tongue. Her body coming to life around me. Jayme wakes up from her breathy moans against his chest. Her mind is not fully awake yet. He locks eyes with me and points to his face, shit, my mask. I quickly pull it back on just before she lifts her head as I dive back between her legs.

“Mmmm, good morning.” She stretches, arching her pussy against my face. I reward her by gently biting her clit. Her gasp fills the room. I know I said it before, but damn, I love how her body reacts to me; well, mystery men, as she calls us. She is soaked; I easily slip two fingers deep inside her. I stroke along her sweet spot, curling my fingers as I latch onto her clit.

“Oh, fuck. Yes, don’t stop. Fuck!” She is gripping my hair and thrusting her pussy against me, riding my mouth.

Jayme starts kissing her while pinching and playing with her perky nipples. I continue my assault on her cunt. I want her to feel me after we have left. I want her to remember this and never forget the amount of pleasure we gave her last night and this morning. I want her to know her worth, so she doesn’t go back to that asshole.

I lift her legs over my shoulders, allowing me to hit a deeper spot. She clenches my head with her thighs. I could die a happy man smothered by her thighs. Jayme is tongue fucking her mouth while I devour her pussy.

A few more swirls of my tongue and thrusting of my fingers, and she is coming undone, her pussy clamping my hand as she rides out her orgasm. She screams into Jayme’s mouth; he is consuming every noise she makes. Fuck, this is hot. She starts to come down from the high and relaxes against Jayme. She still has that adorable sleepy smile on her face, eyes mostly closed.

Jayme taps his wrist and the invisible watch, indicating we need to go soon. Fuck! I don’t want to leave her yet. I kiss along her inner thigh and move off of her. I walk over and grab our clothes off the floor. Her dress and shoes are placed on the bed, and I toss Jayme his pants. She stares at me as if she wants to say something but doesn’t. What is going through your mind?

I kneel back down on the bed in front of her and lean to kiss her. She hums at the taste of herself on my tongue. Jayme taps me against the leg, telling me to hurry up. Damnit, just five more minutes, please. I can’t stop kissing her. She runs her fingers through my hair, dragging her nails across my scalp and down the back of my neck. I shiver under her touch. I don’t want to leave, but Jayme hits my leg again. I reluctantly pull away and roll my eyes at him. She giggles. I press my masked forehead against hers, savoring this moment.

“Until we meet again," I growl as I stand and pull on my shirt, tucking it into my pants.

"Wait.... will we meet again?" She sounds so broken right now.

I lean back down and kiss her on the lips, passionately like last night. I want to engrave my kiss in her memory.

"Remember my lips...” I kiss her. “My scent..." I nuzzle into the crook of her neck, growling as I trail my hand down to her pussy. "My touch." Then, I break our connection and walk toward the door. I can’t look back, or else I won’t leave. And I need time to figure out what I am going to say.

"Goodbye, sweetheart." He kisses her on the neck and gives her a little bite.

We leave her naked, sated, but alone. I have a feeling a lot of things will be changing soon. I’m just hoping she remembers; it will make the conversation a little easier.