This chapter contains mature themes, blood consumption, and implied sexual intimacy. Reader discretion is advised.
Lucien couldn't sleep and was restless his thirst growing, he has practice control over the centuries, but one human has been able to make his lose control that he fought do hard to maintain.
The memory of the servant girl's silence measured, restrained lingered like an insult. He paced his chamber once before stopping abruptly.
Rowan!
The butler appeared as if summoned by thought alone. Tall, immaculately dressed, his silver hair tied neatly at the nape of his neck, bowed his head low without ever changing his expression.
"Send a courtesan to my chambers," Lucien said coolly. "Immediately."
Rowan inclined his head. "As you wish, my king."
The woman arrived shortly after.
Lysandra.
She moved with practiced grace, her pale skin glowing softly under candlelight, dark hair spilling over bare shoulders. She had been Lucien's bed warmer for nearly a hundred years long enough to know when he sought comfort, and when he sought escape.
She knelt.
Lucien did not bother with pleasantries.
"Come here."
What followed was not tenderness.
Lucien fed first, his fangs piercing her skin as she gasped, moaning softly, hands gripping the sheets. Her head resting on his chest drank enough to quiet the hunger, the blood warm and familiar. She always enjoy offering her blood to please him.
Lucien after having his fill retracted his fangs
She wrapped her hands around him as their lips meet in an intense kiss, she kissed his soft juicy lips with urgent need as it was her last meal in earth, Lucien returned her kiss his tongue seeking entrace in her mouth, she opened her mouth inviting the wonderful sensation, their tongues intertwined as though fighting a battle of dominance. Lucien got the upper hand, clothes came off as then came movement heat and friction, bodies pressed together as he thrust hard into her pussy, Lysandra.
Moaned louder her body shivering with pleasure no man can offer, more... harder... Her voice soft and seductive, she moan both in pain and pleasure as Lucien fuck her hard, she cumed three times already breathing hard as the king drove her mad with intense pleasure, There were rumors within the palace about the king being a beast in bed,those rumors aren't far from ture , she ached her back towards him bending slightly giving him more access and he hit her g-spot with every thrust.
But Lucien's mind was else where he face void if any emotion he worked the frustration from his limbs with ruthless efficiency.
Lysandra clung to him, eager, desperate to please him, Lucien pulls out and spill his release on her back.
It should have been enough.
It was not.
Lysandra, lay in the bed breathless.
Later, Lucien stood at the window, bare backed, fastening his trousers as the candles burned low. His body was spent, his thirst ease but his mind refused to settle.
Unbidden, a different image surfaced.
Aria pressed against the stone wall. Silent. Controlled. Her heart racing despite her obedience.
Lucien's jaw tightened.
Behind him, Lysandra stirred. "Lysandra watched him from the bed, reading his silence as she always did. "My king," she murmured softly, reaching for him.
He stepped away.
"You may go," he said flatly.
She froze. "Have I displeased—"
"No."
She froze, the rejection sharp after decades of familiarity. She dressed quickly, pride wounded but unspoken, and bowed before leaving.
Lucien didn't spare a glance at her
When the door closed, the chamber felt emptier than before.
Blood had quenched his thirst. Her body had vented his frustration.
Yet neither had silenced the one thought that mattered.
He wanted the human, not just her blood.
And that realization disturbed him more than hunger ever had.
He need to clear his head as this wasn't making sense.
Stepped out of his chambers heading to the forest.