Chapter 48 Treatment
“Careful.” Lucien groaned tightly as Isabella put finishing touches on his injury.
“You're not pissed, are you?” He said through his teeth at her.
Looking at the way she cleaned his wounds, he knew she was pissed at him. Really angry.
“It was necessary, Izzy. I had to do it.”
Isabella looked straight ahead, ignoring him. He only called her "Izzy" when he wanted to patronise her.
“By putting yourself at the risk of being killed?” Her voice shook.
“I'm their leader.” His voice was soft.
Isabella knew he was making more sense than she was. He was the leader of the pack and he had to lead by example.
“You could have died.” She said instead, shaking the rational thoughts off.
“But I didn't, did I?” Lucien grinned, despite the pain in his arm. “I'm here, aren't I?”
He pushed the water away as he drew her to himself. “I'm sorry I made you scared.” He mumured, looking straight into her eyes.
Isabella nodded, all the fight in her gone at his apology.
He'd blocked the knife and had delivered the killing blow to his enemy in record time, but the knife had still pierced his arm.
The others had dispersed, seeing their leader dead, covered in his blood and Lucien's actually.
She'd immediately rushed to him, hugging him with the tears coursing down her cheeks like a dam that had just been broken.
And now, they were in a tent just a few feet away from where the battle had taken place.
“Please don't get me scared like that again.” She said finally. “I don't think I can survive losing you.” She looked away.
Lucien's smile reached his eyes. “I won't.” His smile turned naughty.
“Do you still remember our conversation from earlier?” He whispered into her ear.
Isabella's face flushed red. Now that they were alone in a room, all her boldness had disappeared.
“You…” Her eyes widened. “Is that all you can think about now?”
Lucien's smile was devious. “I'm alive, aren't I? And I have blood rushing through my veins. Backing out?” He teased.
Isabella rolled her eyes as she took a step backwards, putting some distance between them.
“You have to heal, Lucien.” Yet, even as she said those words, she remembered the threat of him eating her, with her legs raised high in the air and fucking her till she could not move anymore.
“It's my arm, not my whole body.” His voice was cool. “You also promised to grind me you know.” His voice was accusatory.
“Or was that a different Isabella?”
Isabella shook her head. “The men are outside. Just a few feet away from us.”
“And?” Lucien shrugged. “You're my mates. What do mates do?”
“They fuck each other.” He continued, seeing that she was shy to respond, making her blush at his crude language.
“Come here, baby.” He urged.
“They can hear you.” She protested lightly even as she found herself moving to him.
Lucien stood up and held out his hand to her, dragging her to himself. “Never seen you wear this before.” He murmured at her nightwear.
“I didn't know people wore this when they were preparing for war?” His tongue found her ears, as he sucked.
Isabella shrugged. “That question should be directed to Mira.” Her butt rocked his Penis as they moved in synced rhythm.
Her nightwear was short, literally a see-through, exposing her taut nipples as their bodies moved, The gown barely covered her ass.
“I need to see you in more of this,” Lucien murmured as he sat down, dragging her to sit on his lap.
“Your promise.” He nudged her, referring to her promise to ride him earlier.
Isabella moved slowly, gently, her butt going over him, fully clothed, her pussy grinding over him.
“No panties.” Lucien teased as she moved slowly. “It seems someone was ready for tonight.”
Isabella bit her lips, to stop herself from moaning. Lucien was already poking her through his trousers.
She freed herself from his grip, widening her legs, still on top of him, her back bent, her fingers on her toes as she increased her pace.
Lucien moaned as she continued, raising the silky wear up till she was exposed as Isabella continued grinding.
“I think I'm going to cum.” Isabella groaned, crying softly.
Lucien grunted, grabbing her hair. “Don't stop.” He moaned as he moved together with her body.
“I can't help it any longer.” She was on the verge of screaming.
“Oh my god,” she fell softly on his body as she poured all over his clothes.
“That was magnificent,” Lucien murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. “You indeed kept to your promise.”
Isabella's breath was uneven. “God, I think I'm exhausted.” She groaned.
“Tsk. I've not even kept to my own end of the promise.”
Isabella widened. “Are you really?” Shd trailed.
Without a word, Lucien flipped her to her back, her legs exposed, white discharge still flowing out of her legs.
“You look breathtakingly beautiful.” He said as he put his head between her legs.
“You always say that.” She rolled her eyes despite her exhaustion.
“Hmm.” He grunted. “Do you remember my promise to you?” He swiped over her thighs, his hands everywhere except the one spot that mattered.
Isabella pressed her thighs together, closing his head inside of her. “Uhm…I… I think I'm still sensitive.” She muttered as his tongue took the first swipe, nibbling gently on the curly hair.
“Makes it even better,” he said as he bit her gently.
A soft yelp escaped from Isabella's lips. “I'm not sure I can take this.”
“Yes, you can,” Lucien said in-between soft kisses that he was showering on her. “I made a promise, didn't I?”
Isabella nodded.
His tongue swiped over her coat, tasting her cum before taking his head away from her thighs as he kissed her gently.
“You are beautiful and you taste…” he allowed the words hang in the air.