Looking back down the corridor, Boy still remained peering around the wall. His hair was still in his face, but he’d stopped snarling.
Lucien frowned. “I’m going back inside. I’ll leave the door open if you feel like coming in. I’m not about to stoop to coaxing you. Do whatever the hell you want.”
With that, he spun on his heel and stalked to his circular seating area, snagging a bottle of Black Death whiskey from the top of his bar on the way. No need for a glass tonight. Lucien was chugging straight from the bottle.
Plopping himself down on the black couch, he tipped his head, sealing his lips over the opening of the bottle, and gulped down three mouthfuls of whiskey. The burn made his eyes tear as the alcohol blazed a fiery path down to his belly. Lucien reclined farther into the plush cushions, bringing his arms up to rest on the back of the couch. Closing his eyes, he just waited, using his second sight to view everything around him.
Boy Rayne slithered into his chambers like a predatory animal. Remi had provided him with the comfortable drawstring pants they all favored when relaxing in their quarters. Boy’s muscles rippled beautifully, skin toned and taut as he crawled stealthily along the floor, moving closer to Lucien.
He looked unsure, stopping just a few feet away to sniff the air like a cat.
Lucien wanted to see his face…with his own eyes, not the watery, blurry images his second sight afforded him.
He waited…waited until Boy was almost in front of him…waited until he warily climbed the couch and leaned over to sniff his hand and the bottle he held.
Lucien swallowed and opened his eyes. Slowly, so he didn’t startle Boy Rayne, he turned his head.
The battle pet’s hair was long and white, but the artificial light in his rooms still brought out the facets of pinkish-bluish-purplish streaks. His eyes weren’t violet. They were lavender. Lucien had never seen lavender eyes—he'd seen every color but that one, actually. Boy Rayne’s pointy ears peeped out of his slightly wavy hair naughtily.
Lucien switched the bottle to his other hand and hesitated before reaching out to Boy again.
The battle pet flinched, making Lucien pause. After a second, when he didn’t move away, Lucien carefully let his finger make contact with Boy Rayne’s silky hair. With one finger, he drew back the curtain of tangled tresses covering the Merulian-Fae-feline mixed battle pet.
Boy’s face made Lucien freeze. Where girl Rayne’s face was one of utter virginal innocence, more adorable and cute than beautiful, Boy Rayne’s face was beautiful in an exotic otherworldly way. The bone structure was flawless, a perfect oval typical of Fae. His eyes were wide, fringed with long dark lashes. The darker brows barely had an arch and slanted up toward his temples, making him look like a cat. His nose was straight and narrow pointing to a lush, pink little mouth.
His hair was pretty much covering most of his chest, shoulders, and arms so only his back and the curve of his ass were visible. He had the delicate curves of a woman. Technically, a Merulian was a woman…and a man.
Lucien withdrew his hand and frowned. “I think I need to drink more,” he said bringing the bottle of whiskey to his lips again.
After chugging down a few more gulps of liquid courage, his licked his lips and said, “You’re pretty…like that naked girl I’ve got in my bed right now.” He took another draw from the bottle and grimaced as he swallowed. Boy Rayne cocked his head curiously. Fuck. He was gorgeous.
Lucien scowled at his train of thought. He never thought of men as anything but revolting. Merulian or not, Boy Rayne had a dick. It didn’t matter that beneath that dick there was also a pussy—of sorts—he had a dick. He was off limits. Lucien did not willing touch dicks or anything that had them. He also didn’t have subs or slaves or girlfriends…ever. At one time he’d really wanted one, but not anymore. He was over it. Love was highly over-rated.
“I’m going to take a nap.” He got up and sauntered over to his room again. Rayne lay sprawled on her back, just the way he’d left her. The scent of her arousal lingered in the air, her wet folds still glistening from when he’d made her come. He took a deep breath and drank in the sight of her. She’d come hard. Hard enough to squirt his hand and belly. He’d sucked his fingers clean and would have eaten her sweet little cunt out if Remi hadn’t pounded his door.
Putting the bottle on one of the end tables, he undid the ties to his pants and let them fall to the floor. He really wanted to sleep a while, feeling suddenly too tired, and he always slept naked.
Crawling up the round bed to drape himself around Rayne’s pliant nubile body, he looked over his shoulder. Boy Rayne stood at the entrance to the room, eyes wide as he realized girl Rayne was there too.
“You’re welcome to sleep with us, if you want.”
With that, he turned, snuggled tight against the girl, and closed his eyes.
For the first time in a long time, Lucien fell into a deep relaxing sleep, warmed by a supple body next to him.
Boy looked at the sleeping couple. Lucien looked like a giant hugging a delicate doll. The room stank of aroused female.
Boy’s eyes were helplessly drawn to the girl’s sex. Her thighs were parted, and her tiny pussy looked as though it had been spread and pleasured. She was still swollen with need and glistening with her juices. Boy’s mouth watered, making him wince in surprise.
Had Lucien been fucking her before Remi led him here?
He frowned and looked at Lucien’s cock…and gulped.