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Rook found her target at the end of a dimly lit hallway. As a Crow, it was her job to quickly zero in on a mark. Her marks typically weren’t other Crows, they weren’t often self-assigned, and they certainly weren’t usually the First Talon.
It was well past midnight and Villa Dellamorte was wide awake with a festive buzz. Lucanis and Rook had saved Caterina and imprisoned Illario, and the Crows were proving that they would be bested by no one at celebrating. Rook drank, ate, danced, and laughed, but she was left feeling jilted when Lucanis refused to join her for any of it. And when she noticed he had disappeared, she knew it was time to make her exit from the party.
In the darkness, Lucanis appeared to be arguing with himself about something. No, he’s arguing with Spite about something. Rook took a moment to admire his form shrouded in its natural habitat – he was at home in the shadows. Lucanis sighed and unsheathed one of his daggers, balancing the tip on his index finger and slowly twirling it. “I can sense you there. You may as well come out.”
Rook emerged from behind a creeping vine. It was rare for her to be discovered on a hunt but her desire to talk to him produced a half-hearted attempt at hiding. Her lopsided grin came into view with the rest of her. “That bad at hiding, am I?”
“If I somehow wasn’t able to sense you, Spite has been fixated on your scent all evening. Like it was his answer for everlasting life or something. He hasn’t shut up about it.” Lucanis closed his eyes and briefly withdrew into himself after he spoke. He violently shook his head. “No, I will not say that.”
Rook cocked her head. “What did he say?”
“No,” Lucanis said firmly. He had yet to look at her, instead staring down at the dagger in his hand. The First Talon was fidgeting. With the dagger she had given him.
Rook’s smile fell as she stepped closer. “What’s wrong, Lucanis?”
“It’s nothing, Rook.”
She gently reached out and traced her fingers along the skin that lined his beard. “It doesn’t seem like nothing.” As her hand found his cheek, he looked further away from her.
“Rook, I…the way you looked at Davrin tonight while dancing…the way he touched you…I couldn’t watch. I thought…” he trailed off into the darkness.
Rook’s hand remained softly attached to his face as she tried to find his eyes. “You thought…what, Lucanis?”
“That moment in the lighthouse. I…I ruined it. I needed time. And now I have no claim to you and no right to feel this way.”
She silently admonished him for being so dense and for ignoring how painfully obvious it was that she desperately she wanted him and him alone. But she knew she needed to be patient.
“Lucanis…have you ever noticed the way I look at you?” Rook hadn’t given up at trying to find his eyes. She looked at his profile, studying the contours of his jaw as she silently willed him to look at her. “Do you know what it means?”
Lucanis stopped twirling the dagger in his hands. Their closeness made it impossible for her not to notice he had momentarily stopped breathing. He finally met her eyes. “Tell me what it means, Rook.”
“It’s the same way you look at me. It means…” Rook swallowed. “It means I want you…as desperately as you want me.”
The silence between them felt thick as Rook’s words hung in the air, tethering them together in the dark hallway. It was rooks turn to look away, beginning to feel uncomfortable in the silence. Rook closed her eyes to attempt to escape her awkwardness but quickly reopened them as she heard him sheath his dagger.
She was hit with a wave of self-consciousness. “I’m sorry, Lucanis…I…I’m sure it’s not as obvious to someone who isn’t trying to see it. I’m just–” Rook resorted to blathering as he readjusted his gloves. Before she could finish her excuse, she was airborne with one of Lucanis’s arms beneath her knees and the other around her back.
Rook yelped and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Lucanis! What are you doing!”
“I’m not ruining another moment between us, Rook. I am taking you somewhere we can talk in private.”
Lucanis navigated the massive villa’s meandering hallways and took the giant staircases two steps at a time. They finally approached a hallway filled with ornately carved doors and the most ornate furnishings. With Rook secured firmly against his chest, he nimbly opened a set of wooden double doors and slipped inside. Lucanis kicked the door shut and tossed her onto a massive bed facing out onto the Treviso water, sparkling with the reflection of early morning lanterns. She barely had time to take in her surroundings before she felt his body slide onto the bed next to her. He slid halfway on top of her as he swept her up in a hungry kiss. He tasted sweeter than any of her dreams in the last few months.They immediately melted into each other after weeks of pining.
His kiss was laced with the culmination of the desperation that had been building since their near kiss at the Lighthouse. His lips devoured her, leaving a trail of electricity over every inch they touched. Rook returned his kisses with equal fervor and peppered his lips with small nips that released her own frantic desire.
She smiled against his mouth. “Lucanis, this isn’t talking.”
“Did I say talking? My apologies, Rook. I meant showing you exactly what the look in my eyes represents. Is this what you were talking about?” She whimpered as he turned his attention to her earlobe, taking it between his teeth and nibbling softly.
Lucanis briefly stopped his mouth’s exploration to remove several hidden daggers and drop them to the floor. After he was sure nothing else hidden amongst his garments posed a threat, he returned to worshiping the woman before him. This time, his lips found the soft skin at the crook of her neck. The moan that escaped her was louder than either of them expected, and Lucanis’s grin was evident against her skin. “Tell me more, amor.”
Rook flipped them over in one movement. Lucanis fell back against the bed and she settled onto his lap with her legs draped to either side. He looked up at her with desperation and awe, and she felt vulnerable under his gaze. Rook was no stranger to seduction, but the desire in his dark brown eyes was more than just carnal. She took a moment to relish their intimacy. Rook brushed a few strands of hair from his forehead and softly traced the lines of his face. She shifted slightly to tuck his hair behind his ear and Lucanis groaned at the movement on his erection. She was quickly reminded of both of their states; he was hard and wanting beneath her core and she was drenched for him. He was just as turned on as she was and the proof of their readiness was separated by a few pieces of easily removed clothing. She saw him briefly disappear into himself as he always did when Spite demanded attention.
“I have a condition for tonight,” Rook whispered. “You will tell me exactly what he says, Lucanis.” She purposefully fumbled with the buttons near Lucanis’s collar, taking her time moving down his chest. Lucanis groaned into her mouth at the touch - he would have given up his favorite blend of coffee to feel her hands on his chest at that moment. But she resisted. She held her hands by his third button and broke their kiss. Rook grazed her mouth over his and continued “I want to know your every desire, including the ones only Spite is willing to admit.”
She saw the purple dancing behind his fluttering eyes as she slid herself along his clothed erection. He was barely holding control over the demon. Rook’s mouth moved to his ear. “What is he saying, Lucanis?”
“I…will not repeat that,” Lucanis said between gritted teeth.
She pulled away to peer into his eyes. “I just told you the rules. Do you not want to follow them?The night is still young…I’m sure I could find something else to occupy my time.”
Purple surged from Lucanis’s eyes and Rook was wrapped in glowing feathers. He growled at her words and held her close as he lifted them both from the bed. He ignored her surprised yelp and grabbed at her legs wrapping around his waist.
“IMPOSSIBLE woman. I said “Finally I shall taste you. Feel you squirm on me.” He loudly inhaled against the skin of her chest revealed by her shirt. He nipped her harder than a few moments ago, hard enough that she knew it would be purple by morning, and it made her squirm in his arms in both pain and pleasure. The steady glow of his eyes let her know Spite was fully in control. “You have been mine. MINE. Since the moment I saw you. Rook. And Lucanis. Has been infatuated, too. For nearly as long. We will destroy ANYONE who tries to take. What is mine.” Spite’s mouth sloppily captured Rook’s. Lucanis’s passionate adoration of a few moments ago was gone and nothing but Spite’s obsessive hunger was left.
Rook smirked against his desperate kisses. “My, I see we touched a nerve. Does that mean Lucanis needs to watch his back if he touches me?”
“He is. A necessary evil. I need him. To mark our territory.”
Spite tossed Rook back on the bed and roughly started to remove her pants. He worked quickly to reveal what he wanted and she heard some of her clothing rip as it fell off her body. She realized this unlocked a new obsession in her. Rook already knew she had a weakness for the Crow; his voice made her shiver, the way he targeted their enemies made her weak in the knees, and these days even the smell of coffee gave her an uncomfortably warm feeling between her legs. But she had not anticipated how irrevocably lost she would be hearing him talk dirty to her. She needed Lucanis – as either Spite or himself – to call her his.
With Rook’s shirt and jacket crumpled on the floor, Spite quickly claimed a nipple with his mouth. He took the pink peak of her other breast between his fingers and began rolling. Rook cried out in surprise at the suddenness of his movements. Her reaction made Spite rumble out a laugh, sending blissful vibrations down his lips. “Spite, I –” Rook shuddered as he moved to nipping at her breasts.
She had wanted to be in control. She wanted to slowly show Lucanis how much she adored him by devouring him inch by inch. Spite had other plans.
“I need you. Spread in front of me now.” Rook lay naked on the plush bedding. Spite stepped back and stared down at the object of his desires. He had discarded his outer jacket, but the last three of his shirt buttons remained untouched, tucked into his fitted pants. She could see the outline of his erection straining against his trousers.
“You are a bit…overdressed.”
Spite didn’t answer. She raked her eyes over him as he stood in front of her…his eyes fluttered and Rook watched the soft purple glow retreat. A few more blinks and she could tell Lucanis was fully back in control.
She smiled sweetly at him and softly stroked his legs. “Welcome back. I missed you.”
"I...apologize. He's quite insistent...especially when it comes to you." His eyes swept over her bare body. She was so soft underneath his touch. “May I continue where he left off?”
She nodded. Lucanis grabbed her hips and gently dragged her to the edge of the bed. "Gods, you're beautiful," he whispered as he knelt between her legs, slowly pulled them apart, and placed her right leg up on his shoulder. He gently kissed the inside of her knee and slowly started trailing up the inside of her thigh toward the soft patch of hair covering her core.
His left hand found her folds and they groaned in unison at his touch. “Rook, you are so wet for me,” he whispered against her thigh. Two of Lucanis’s fingers slipped inside and curved up, causing Rook to cry his name at the pressure. He placed a final few kisses before reaching her opening. His mouth slowly joined his hand in pleasing her, lightly exploring her folds with his tongue and teasing her clit.
“Lucanis, I –” Rook cut herself off by biting down on her hand.
“No, amor, do not silence yourself. I need to hear you.” Lucanis stilled and hesitated, his head hovering above her. “Spite says…he’s never tasted anything as good as you. He says…he says he already wants you again. And he says...we aren't doing our job if you're not screaming.” Lucanis’s deep eyes stared into her as he lowered his head once more to suckle her clit.
Rook removed her hand from her mouth and grasped at the bedding. She was writhing under his touch, simultaneously overwhelmed by his desire and desperate for it all. Whatever he was willing to give, she was ready to take anything from him. She let out a long moan at the feel of his mouth around her clit.
“Lucanis, I…need you inside me.”
He reluctantly removed his mouth from between her legs to finish undressing. He remained between and never broke their eye contact as he untucked his shirt. He undid the last remaining buttons and slid the fabric off his shoulders revealing his toned chest. Rook whined at his torturously slow speed and brought both hands up to her chest to play with her nipples as he undressed.
Lucanis groaned at the sight. “Rook, you are making it very difficult to tease you when I see you like that.”
“You can tease me next time. I already told you I need you now, Lucanis.” She rolled both nipples between her fingers and locked eyes with him. “We both know your hands are the ones that should be doing this.”
“And you say I’m the one teasing you.” Lucanis quickly undid the lacing of his trousers as he watched her work her nipples into hard peaks. In one motion, he removed both his pants and his smalls, setting his hard cock free. Rook’s eyes jumped down to his erection. She bit her lip and half smothered the moan that escaped her lips. Her fingers tugged at her nipples even harder.
He grabbed his cock and guided it to the slickness lacing the outside of her folds. She watched as his eyes fluttered again – it was not Spite threatening to take over, but his own desire to fuck her senseless.
“You say you’re ready for me, amor?”
“Please, I need you now.”
Lucanis pressed forward slowly, filling her inch by inch. As he did, he gradually folded over her and brought her lips to his once again.
He kissed her hard and long as she took him to the hilt. It wasn’t hurried – he was too focused on connecting to the exquisite feeling of finally being with her to rush things. They lazily kissed as he made small movements, each taking turns vocalizing their pleasure as they discovered the best ways for their bodies to fit together.
He flexed and she moaned. Rook was overwhelmed by the feeling of him inside of her. “Lucanis, there has been no one but you,” she said. He groaned at her words, removing himself slightly before thrusting back in. “And now…you’re not going to be able to get rid of me.” He thrusted again with a groan, this time harder and quicker.
“I’ve imagined this, Rook.” Lucanis sighed, maintaining careful control of his movements. His languid shallow thrusts kept them both on the edge. “In my room when I can’t sleep? I’ve thought about what I want to do to you.” They exhaled loudly together. “There’s not a surface in the lighthouse I haven’t fucked you on in my mind.”
“Please, Lucanis. I need all of you.” She barely finished her plea before he thrust into her fully. He made slow, deep movements that drew small moans from her mouth and had her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
“You have me, amor.” His teeth grazed her chin as he gradually increased the pace. She met his movement with equally sensuous enthusiasm. Their lips and limbs tangled together as they met each other and pushed forward, bringing each other to the climax.
Lucanis lifted his head to find her eyes and with that small gesture, Rook came undone. Her cry filled the room and drifted out onto the open balcony. Her body shivered and shuddered as she rode the wave of her orgasm. “Yes, amor.” Lucanis’s thrusts turned frenzied. “Rook, I’m coming.”
“Yes. Please. Come, Lucanis.” His movements started to stutter and with a final few strokes, Lucanis pulled his cock out of Rook just in time for his seed to land on her lower belly. He let out a deep moan as he came, and she watched flashes of purple dance around him – the telltale sign that Spite was watching and feeling along with them.
Lucanis's breaths were erratic and his heart threatened to beat out of his chest. He was frozen between Rook’s legs, admiring the sight before him. She was spent, covered in a slight sheen, and her breathing was just as fast as his. His favorite part was the way haze and lust had settled into her green eyes.
He could get used to this -- Rook, completely exposed in front of him, covered in his come. She gently smiled and then chuckled, “I guess Spite was right about wanting to mark me.”
Lucanis blushed a deep pink and stumbled around to find something to clean her with on legs of mush. They laughed together as he used his shirt to clean her belly. He threw the garment aside, collapsed on the bed next to her and brought her into his chest.
She deeply inhaled and closed her eyes. “Lucanis?”
He lazily ran his fingers up her back. “Yes, amor.”
“Next time, don’t be such an idiot. Dance with me. I wanted nothing more than to spend this entire evening with you…not Davrin, not Neve, not Harding…you.”
He slowly nodded, acknowledging silently what a fool he had been. “Si, mi amor.”Lucanis closed his eyes and reveled in the peace he felt with her finally in his arms.