The Kings Series #2 His Silver Hand
17. The Truth; Lucas

Gently grazing his rough thumb on his soulmate’s bluish cast circlingfaintly on her delicate skin, he watched her deep and even breathswhile sleeping.

Anna Marie. She looked so tired -- only a few hours of sleep for herwhile she was in his arms. He held her all night to dispel hernightmares. It had help -- only just.

A surge of protectiveness calling forth hand in hand with extremepossessiveness surged through his veins. It took an effort to hold itdown - tamping his impulses. Muscles tensed and protested. The driveto lock her on a castle until the danger had passed was a seriousthought. One he was really considering. How?

How to convince her that he needed to keep her with him. Safe. All thedamn time.

Lucas had known her independent streak all along and he didn't wantto step on her dainty toes and or step around it. Yet he must. It was hisneeds roaring to be addressed.

Their bond was strong. It was more than that. An emotion so stronghad blossomed in his heart. One he needed to acknowledge soon.And her past had haunted him all night. He had absorbed her pain. Andafter her confession, he had lulled her to sleep while he remained alert.Thinking. Planning.

Today, a conference with the High Council, along with the other Kingswill commence. Xavier, the Vampire King, would have to bereawakened.

Powerful evil had surrounded their realms. They needed powerful allies.On that note...

Esmeralda. They needed her. Something significant had happened tohis baby sister. Her Celtic prowess had been tapped.

She might be... No! His sister had suffered enough.

His jaw tightened -- her suffering, her bruises and knife wounds --Indali had lost her innocence with the world.

Though, there was no sexual penetration -- he will forever be thankfulshe was spared of the experience, the humiliation, the torment -- theirunconditional love for her would never change.

Indali needed their support. He knew she was made of sterner stuff --she was tough, her disposition was made of steel -- belying her sweetpersonality. A warrior at heart.

His baby sister had saved her Queen. He couldn't be more proud of her.This brought him back to his earlier musings -- how to deal with whatshe was now -- Esmeralda will hopefully know what to do.

A faint moan drew him from his bleak thoughts. He glanced down. HisArgetlam was dreaming once more. Her brows drawn together, hercherry lips pressed in a tight line. Tears flow freely down her palecheeks.

Lucas's gut tightened and his heart contracted in pain. He couldn't bearthis. Her suffering needed to stop.

"Shhh, sweetheart. Sleep. I'm here.” Arms of tense muscles hugged hercloser to his body. Closing his eyes, trying to relax -- trying to convey asafe aura for her.

"Lucas," his name sounded like a prayer from her lips. He gritted histeeth -- please don't let me fail her -- his glowing orbs never left herface. Glued to her all night.

He exhaled - burrowing his face on her hair -- then inhale her sweetscent deeply. "You are safe, my little chef. Safe."

Anna Marie murmured once more -- relaxing in his arms -- she wentback to blissful sleep, sighing his name. Limpetlike, she clutched himtightly. Like she never wanted to let go.

He felt the same. More than she does.

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The next time Anna Marie woke up, he just came out of the shower --with a small towel covering his lower body. He pretended not to noticeher messy hair, flushed-from-sleep cheeks, and sexy slumberous ambereyes.

If he let her know his state, she would try to convince him to join her inbed -- with every part of him so painfully aware of her -- he didn't wantto risk it.

He meant what he said. They will make love after their matingceremony not before. Although... He shook his head to get rid of hislustful thoughts.

He went straight to her walk-in closet to get dressed. She insisted hekept his clothes here for emergencies. That endeared her to him more.She was acting like a wife, a mate. He liked it very much.

"Lucas," he almost jumped out of his skin when her soft hand touchedhis bare shoulder. Stifling an explicit curse, he closed his eyes tightly.His hands clenched at his sides.

One soft touch from her and he was ready to explode.

"Rie, sweetheart," he groaned when she hugged him from behind. Hercheek flat on his back and her dainty hands on his abs. Running herfingers up and down. Beneath his hot skin and her hotter palms, hismuscles bunched. Loving her touch. Asking for more.

He was painfully aware of her unbound luscious breasts pressing on hisskin. Her thin shirt but a flimsy barrier.

What he felt next made him weak in the knees. Butterfly kisses and herwarm breath. A deadly combination. He breathed her name sharply.He turned to embrace her briefly and to create a much-needed spacefrom their bodies -- instead what he saw in her beautiful eyes made hislips and throat dry.

"Lucas, please. I need to know. I need to know that your touch will notgive me pain. Please.” Her voice quavered with uncertainty. In her mind,she thought she was asking for a favor. When in fact it didn't take muchto give in to her need. To appease it.

Assuaging her need would address his as well. What he required wascontrol. Lots of it.

He cupped her face gently, their eyes locked. Both breathing deeply inanticipation. "Tell me what you want. I will do anything for you, Rie.Anything.”

"I want to know pleasure from your touch -- no pain, only pleasure. Ithas to be you. Only you, Luc.” On her tippy toes -- with her arms on hisneck -- she breathed her request on his lips. Nibbling and kissing himgently. Provocatively. Her dainty tongue parting his lips.

Lucas groaned -- giving in. Ready to fall at her feet. This will test hiscontrol like no other. He brushed the thought aside. Knowing he hadfull knowledge of the situation gave him the strength he needed.

He vowed his Argetlam will know of happiness and pleasure in his arms.From now on until forever.

His eager lips met hers in a hot kiss. She gasped when he plunged histongue on her sweet mouth, tangling with hers, pairing. Sucking. Shemet him hesitantly -- shy and eager. They both moaned at theircombined taste.

Anna Marie's tank top was not enough barrier from his bare skin -- herarms on his neck made her breasts flattened on his lower torso. He wassuddenly aware of her pointy nipples on his ribs. He wanted to tasteher. But he still had to take this slow.

His cock pulsed at the thought. Growling in anticipation, he deepenedtheir kiss. Control. It hanged tethered in the balance. Trying to take thereins -- testing the waters -- his palms left her flushed face and went toknead the small planes of her back down to her cute derriereMassaging the soft and firm mounds gently. Molding her against hispainfully erect shaft -- the towel was long gone, courtesy of his mate'seager hands-- on her flat belly.

Lucas groaned and lifted her pliant and soft body to the nearest flatsurface -- an expensive tallboy in her walk-in closet. Nudging herrounded tights apart, he settled in between.

Their lips parted, deliberately. Both were gasping for air.

His eyes glinting, he watched her beautiful blushes coating her delicateskin. Accentuating her adorable freckles. He wanted her to feeleverything he was about to do to her. All the pleasures he was willingto lavish upon her.

Her eyes were dilated. Almost dark chocolate brown from arousal, hersweet scent -- fuck! -- her sweet scent of lust a beacon for theircombined passion.

Nevertheless, he was aware of her fears. He would have to let herdecide before they went further.

"I am..." his throat was clogged with lust -- clearing it and holding tightto his impulses -- this was the hardest thing he had ever done. "I amgoing to touch you and kiss you all over, Anna Marie. Will you allow it?"Breathing the words on her neck, licking her skin, he prayed she wouldallow it. Give him the chance to start worshipping her.

She moaned and tipped her head to the side, giving his access -- whichhe took advantage of. His lips and tongue adored her collarbone downto her cleavage and the top of her mounds.

"Yes." Was her simple answer. Rie arched her back, settling his face onher swollen breasts firmly while she clenched her digits on his hair. Hismate was killing him.

One hand on her waist, anchoring her-- giving her enough time toprotest -- his other hand grasped the hem of her top, pulling thematerial up. Slowly. She stilled in his embrace, then she allowed him toremove the cumbersome cloth.

To coax her and bring her back to the fire, he nibbled her wet andswollen lips, tracing her flesh, dipping in and savoring her hotsweetness. Eager and wanting, Anna Marie kissed him back hungrily.Drawing them both back to the moment.

His hard flesh was painfully throbbing, resting on her thigh. She hadnot glanced at it. Not for a second. She will soon.

When his sweetheart emerged from their heated kiss, he was cuppingher swollen breast, his thumb rubbing her hard pebbled nipple. Theyboth looked down, his eyes hard, hers full of unbelievable pleasure.

He decided to give her more. Ignoring his lust, he pondered to hersinstead, he brought his other hand to massage both beauties. Lovingher moans, his eyes traced her creamy skin, topped with cherry redareolas with sensitized and swollen nipples.

With parted lips, she breathed his name. Asking. Bewitching himfurther.

Never leaving her face, he watched her, gauging for her reaction fromhis loving ministrations, he rasped his warm tongue on one sweetnipple.

His Rie whined, pulling him closer to her. Transferring his attention toits twin, rasping and laving it tenderly. Again and again. He groanedpainfully -- not knowing how he would survive from this heavenlytorture.

"More," She mumbled right above his ear. More then. Opening hismouth, he suckled her red pebbled berry deeply, rhythmically --in tunewith her thudding heart and deep breaths. His other hand continued tocaress the other hot mound. Teasing and rolling her nipple.

Urging her to recline more comfortably on the furniture, he traced hislips and tongue to her torso and navel, kissing every inch, dipping inher belly button. Fuck! Her taste was heavenly.

She gasped and squirmed. Seeking. He knew what she wanted. Still, hehad to ask her. "More, sweetheart?" His voice was gravelly and husky."Yes. More, my dragon.” She whispered -- looking at him with trust andwonder in her dark eyes -- every part of him clenched in need. Toappease her. To let her experience the full completion of burstingpassion.

Almost frantic, he looked around the well-lit room, his eyes found acushioned chair. Perfect.

In two strides, he had the furniture in his hand, settled his naked bodyon it, with his love's sexy legs parted on either side. God! She was sexyindeed and delectable as hell. Curves in all the right places. Skin lightlytanned and flushed. Face Madonna-like and wanting. Every inch was histo worship. His to savor. His forever.

Leaning towards her, he kissed her sweetly. His naked chest gliding onher breasts, rubbing her nipples. Their tongues collided once more,eager to taste, to sip, to love. Not letting her think, he kept ondeepening the kiss. Absorbing her moans of delight.

Impatient hands traveled to her stomach, kneading, digits testing thebands of her lacy pair of underwear. One effortless flick, the flimsy clothwas torn in two.

Swallowing her gasped, he thrust his tongue in her hot mouth. Shefollowed his lead. Lashing sweet caresses. When they parted to breathe,his fingers were tangled on her curls. Petting. Combing gently.

"Luc," Anna Marie looked down and her breathing grew shallow."Shhh...only pleasure, My Queen. Trust me." He rasped on her ear.Licking. Making her shiver.

"I trust you." She whispered.

He released the breath he was holding. He would have stoppedanytime. She only had to say the words.

Lucas nodded and they both look down at her moist lips and hisfingers. Control. She smelled so fucking good. He wanted to dip histongue and savor her cream. But not today. Soon.

"Watch. Don't look away." He reclined on his chair and parted her legson either side of his broad shoulders. Exposing her dripping pussy tohis hungry gaze. With both hands, he parted her petals, exposing herthrobbing bud, nestled in between and waiting for his touch.

Drawing circles, ending on her clit, grazing the bundle of nerves slowly.Gently. More heat and moisture coated his finger. She threw her headback and moaned his name.

His hand grasped her nape, not wanting her to miss her pleasure. Hewanted her to know. To remember.

God! He was going to come from touching her alone. Wound taut, withhis sweetheart in his arms, moaning, and squirming will be his undoing.Testing her tiny hole --wet and hot-- he slowly inserted his blunt middlefinger. So fucking tight. So untried and narrow. One finger on her slickhole and it barely fits. Cautiously, he rotated his digit, widening herwalls for him, her cherry taunting him. Fuck!

He withdrew and thrust back in. In and out. Her walls clinging. Almostnot letting go. She arched her whole body. Tempting him.

"Lucas, what's happening?" Her brows were furrowed. Eyes dazed andhazy. Almost there.

“Pleasure.” Was his only answer. His thumb circled her clit, spreadingher wetness while he pumped his finger in and out of her wet channel.She was close. So close.

With his hand supporting her head, fingers threaded in her brownlustrous hair, he leaned down to sucked hungrily on her nipple whilefingering her pussy. She cried out from the intensity of it allSurrendering.

Her walls contracted rhythmically and she came screaming his name.Sobbing and holding him. Smothering him on her trembling body. Hersweet juices bathing his hand.

He groaned. Pained beyond reason. But this was for her. Only her."Your turn, Luc.” She whispered on his cheek. Still breathless. He shookhis head.

"This is for you, sweetheart." He ached. So much. But no.

He totally underestimated her strength because the next thing he knew,she straddled his hard thighs, and she firmly had his equally hard cockin her small hands -- which was throbbing and wet from continuousprecum.

She kept her eyes glued to his face while she caressed his erection. Heclosed his eyes tightly -- his beast hanging by his fingertips -- he wouldbe coming in a few strokes.

And he did. On the fifth tight grip, with her palms near his heavy sacks,his semen gushed all over her hands and on their thighs. He groanedand gripped her head. Kissing her hungrily. Breathing and heaving onher lips.

Anna Marie giggled when their mouths parted. His cock throbbednonstop, still on her gentle grasp.

"You'll be the death of me, little chef.” He moaned on her lips. His lipsquirked in a satisfied amusement when she giggled even more.

"Can't wait, dragon king." His sassy Anna Marie was back.

More to come. Promise!!!