Xavier's POVIt's basically a fuck fest. "That's my queue." Lucius turns without another word and climbs down the stage and practically runs through the clearing, disappearing into the forest of trees. The horny fucker, probably in a hurry to get to his pure *rose* as he so romantically calls her. For someone so powerful, he really takes his time to go after what he wants. It took me years of constant nagging and emotional blackmail for him to finally own up to being enchanted by the little damsel. Maya Lancroff, the mysterious enigma of the Eirene Clan had managed to capture the full attention of the Lycan king four years ago. Of course I don't refer to him that way unless publicly; he's like a brother to me. That's a story for another day. I scan the crowd of lust filled lycans going at it like the world would end tomorrow in search of my captor. Her golden hair always makes her stand out and it takes me no time to seek her out, standing beside a tree at the edge of the clearin

Lucius POV Calling her a rose doesn't fully cover it; she's my intoxicating belladonna and I am addicted. When I heard that she would be part of this year's entourage yet again, I'd felt a surge of excitement that I hadn't felt in centuries. The first time I saw her was four years ago and ironically, Bartholomew, the kingdom's seer, had told me the day before their arrival that I was about to experience a life-changing upheaval in my life. The sneaky bastard had smiled in a roguish way and told me to my face that it was going to straighten me out. I had thought it would be an upcoming war in the supernatural world or even a breakthrough in my quest to talk to my creator but when I saw her, I knew. I knew because no one and absolutely no one has ever caught and held my attention the way she does. Fiery hair and eyes as green as the forest during spring, fair skin that lights up in the most beguiling way, without any blemish apart from a mole under her left ear. She has held an

It's warm. A comfortable warmth that has me snuggling closer to the source. My arms tighten around the furnace that's giving me such wonderful sensations and my brows draw together. Are furnaces made of skin? Smooth, muscular, hard skin? My eyelids come apart with some effort due to the sandman's visit. My vision is a bit blurry at first so I use the back of my hand to rub my eyes, dislodging some crust and allowing me to finally take in the sight before me.I'm laying on his chest, my mouth is right beside his nipple and I have to swallow to resist the urge to take it in my mouth. One of his arms is wrapped securely around my waist while the other is on his stomach. His stern expression is relaxed in sleep making him look younger and innocent, which is so far from the truth. The things he did to me last night… a shiver travels up my spine; I've never felt so many things at once. It might be because of my lingering feelings for him or maybe he's just that good. I feel a full body

The swish of the loofah against his skin as the water drips from it and splashes into the tub lets me know he's still washing. I've got to make this quick. Standing on the tip of my toes, I walk out of the room with bated breath; my eyes on the bathroom door until I'm out of the room and into the dark passage. It's a straight road down so it's easy to navigate but then here comes the hard part. It's like a dead end; there's no lever or button or anything that looks like it could be used to move the wall just as Lucius had done. I started to pat the wall in random places as fast and quietly as I could. A particular place felt loose as I ran my hand over it and I pressed on the spot harder, causing the wall to open soundlessly. The inconspicuousness of the king's chambers is to my advantage. The room is dark; all the lights were off which didn't deter me in the slightest. Even if I didn't have night vision, I can use my other senses to find my way and that is what I did since it's m

"You forgot your lipstick." He kisses my forehead and goes to pick the lip balm from the bed. My heart stops for a full second and starts up again in pace so fast, a hummingbird would be jealous. Seeing the balm in his hand fills me with dread and an aching hurt that spreads through my whole body. I have to remind myself to breathe as he walks towards me with the weapon of his destruction. I'm too busy panicking to notice the calculative look in his eyes. "You know, we haven't talked about what happened in the bathroom and where you had run off to after you left me?" He comes to stand in front of me and narrows his eyes; my breathing stops completely. "Why is your heart beating so fast? I already said I would never hurt you. Are you afraid of me still?" I open my mouth to reply but the sight of that thing in his hand is scrambling my thoughts. "Uuh.. Umm.." I swallow and make a show of rubbing my throat. "My throat is a little sore." He already gave me an excuse so I'll just go wi