Chapter 11 The City Summons
The heavy arm draped around Isabella made her wake up faster than she would have loved.
It took her a moment before she realised where exactly she was. The silky sheets smelled exactly of him.
She looked around slightly. She could stand up now. She could stand up and walk away and everything would go back to how it was. The distance that had been between them since forever, or she could decide to bask in the moment. She loved the way his arms draped around her possessively, making her feel.
It felt like… heaven, and she knew she wanted it to last forever, but was it going to?
She turned slightly, her body curved, with only one purpose in mind. She needed to get out of bed. But the vampire king held her tightly.
“Just stay for a few minutes.” His groggy voice whispered into her ears as though he could sense her dilemma. She clamped her thighs together, pulse quickening. If only he could see what his mere voice was doing to her insides.
She could take him right now, but instead, she sighed. “Elias…” she allowed her voice to trail into the silence, allowing him to figure out the rest.
“He'll be fine.” He hissed slightly. “He just…”
They both smiled as they heard a patter of footsteps running towards them. “Really?” She teased him as they both sat up.
“I said he was going to be fine.” He smirked. “I didn't say he wasn't going to be awake.”
“Mummy…daddy…” Elias’s excited voice stopped Isabella from responding to the cocky king.
His loud voice could be heard from kingdoms away but to her, it sounded like music to her ears. It was the next best thing that was happening to her at that moment, save for the battle of waters going on in the middle of her thighs.
Her son looked excited…nah. He was excited.
“You guys are still in bed?” His eyebrows were raised in typical Lucien style and he blinked continuously as he looked from Lucien to her.
“We're just getting out,” Isabella said hurriedly. Elias could be inquisitive even without trying and she wasn't ready to get to it this morning.
“Okay,” his head shook vigorously and she feared it would snap out of his neck and roll to the floor.
“Can we spend the day together?” He'd switched into the mode that had made it impossible for her to say no to him for six years. “Maybe have pancakes for breakfast?” His eyelids blinked fast.
“Sure, we can, boy. Mummy and Daddy need to freshen up.” Lucien’s hands stroked Isabella’s hair from top to bottom, adding to the ongoing battle within her. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing to her. She bit her lips to prevent her from making sounds Elias shouldn't hear.
“Okay.” He bobbed his head up and down as he glanced at them. “We're going to have it now, yeah?”
Isabella smiled. Elias wasn't going to give up until he'd had exactly what he wanted, right in his palms.
“Yes, baby.” She stilled her voice to sound stronger than she felt in her insides and she groaned silently, cause she knew she'd just failed. What came out was a weak croak. “Whatever you want.”
He nodded excitedly as he made his way out of the room.
“Oh my God.” She whimpered the moment the door closed after Elias. “What are you doing?” She whispered as he bit her ears.
“We don't have time; we should prepare breakfast.”
“Tell me you don't like it, and I'll stop,” Lucien whispered right back at her, his tongue nibbling down her neck.
“Stop,” she moaned as she tilted her back at him, to give him more access.
“We… he…”
Her brain couldn't comprehend what she wanted to say. Lucien's tongue grazing her gently, made her stumble.
“We have more than enough time to get this done.” He whispered as he went down, his hand grabbing one of ger breast as his tongue grazed the other.
“Take me now.” The words were out before Isabella realised what she had just said.
But it couldn't be helped. “I need you to quench this fire inside of me” she moaned gently as she slid open her legs to give him access.
“Hmm.” He nodded as he slipped a finger inside of her, before bringing it out gently.
“Lucien.” She whispered, the fire in her unable to let her form more words.
“What do you want?” Hot breath whispered in her ears, making her tighten her legs.
“Lucien,” she cried softly as he opened them back.
“What do you want, Isabella?” She could feel his tongue close to her core. It was only a matter of time.
“I…” she stumbled. She just couldn't.
“You what?” He teased slightly as he slid two fingers in before curving them.
“I…” She couldn't continue as she arched her waist forward, but the fingers were out.
She could feel herself dripping on the sheets. It was only a matter of time before she would be able to suppress it.
She gulped heavily. It wouldn't hurt. “I want you to take me.” These words were the fastest words she'd spun in her entire life.
“Hmmm?” He glanced at her, the laughter in his eyes, dancing.
“Elias is just down the hall.” His head was between her thighs, and as he spoke, she grabbed his head, her hand tightening, her waist inching closer to his head.
She wanted his tongue inside of her. She needed him to taste her. It was going to be now or never and without waiting for anymore words, she grabbed his head as she widened her legs, giving him more access.
“Lucien…” Isabella's desperate voice was cut short by a loud urgent knock on the door.
They both froze momentarily, his head still in between her thighs.
He had just used his tongue to take the first swipe when the person behind the door knocked again.
“Sorry for the interruption, Your Majesty.” A guard's voice sounded outside the door.
Lucien raised his head slowly, his expression tilting from a sensual lover to the Vampire king.
“Speak.” The room’s temperature dropped, everywhere was chilly in an instant and without checking, I knew goosebumps had appeared on my skin.
“Your presence is needed by the Council. Both of you.”
Isabella’s head whipped up in an instant to meet Lucien's. The expressions on their faces were contrasting. Isabella was filled with fear, her heart thumped loudly, and she was certain that Lucien could hear it.
Lucien, on the other hand, was steady. He was unfazed.
“Your Majesty?” The guard called out, unsure of what to do.
“Tell them we'll be there in an hour. I want to spend some time with my family.” He responded after the guard's nudge.
Light crept into Isabella's cheeks as she heard the second part of his sentence. He'd called her and her son, his family. And she was glad to hear it. As much as I was glad to hear it, I knew this was in vain. No one ever refused the council.
“Your…Majesty?” The guard's breath shook slightly. He was caught between both parties. “They requested to see you now.” He said in a rush, his breath heavy.
Lucien looked ahead, not concerned by the pleading tone in the guard's voice. We were separated by a door, but I could sense the fear oozing from the guard's body, and I was sure the aura from Lucien could be perceived from a mile away.
“We'll be there.” He said finally and the guard's sigh felt like a roar from the lion’s mouth. It was heavy and filled with relief.
“They need to see you.” The distance between them physically was not much, but I could tell that we might have returned to how we were previously. I could feel the wall between us growing.
“Any idea why?” Her voice shook, water pooling into her eyes. Her fear was palpable. No one was summoned by the council except for really important matters that concerned the kingdom.
He nodded, his mouth drawn into a straight line.
She looked down. He didn't need to say it. His expression had told her all she needed to know. Her blood was a cause of concern for the council.
She gave a sweet-bitter smile as she stood up gently, pushing the thick covers to the side.
“Very well then, we have to get dressed.” Her small feet touched the ground as she made her way to the bathroom. “I should at least look presentable.”
Lucien grabbed her palms as she walked past him, drawing her naked body to himself.
“I want you to have this.” He said, as he bent and reached for the drawer, a few feet from her.
A shiny necklace dangled from his hands. “It belonged to my mother.” He said, as he faced her towards the mirror.
Isabella sucked in cold air as the cold skin of the necklace touched her.
“It's beautiful…” she whispered, touching it.
“Yes, it is.” He nodded, tipping her jaw to meet his eyes. “It was made for my mate.”