Chapter 23: Chapter 23

Chapter 23: Union

Lancelot’s P.O.V:

They answered the phone on the third ring.

“Prince Lancelot, what a pleasant surprise!” Came the hoarse voice of the woman who was in charge of the New York division of the Hunters Council. “To what do I own this pleasure?”

“You remember that there had been a public shooing outside my building last month?” I asked Tiara Cornwell.

“Yes,” she said. “I remember you getting shot. Why?”

“The bullet traces back to someone from your unit.”

“Impossible!” Her voice sounded rougher than usual. “My squadron will never go against my orders!”

“Well, someone has and if you don’t want this to turn into a big issue, do something about it.” I told her. “I’ll have my people send you the image of the man responsible tomorrow morning.”

“I’ll be expecting.”

We hung up the phone and I stared at the soundless sea as several thoughts ran through my mind. Why would a hunter suddenly attack me without any cause or reason? It was a good thing that they didn’t hit any of the vital organs or I would’ve taken a Hell lot longer to heal.

But what worried me was how close Anna had been to me when we were getting out of the office. If she hadn’t stopped by the reception, she might have been the one to get shot-

“Lance!”

Anaya’s panicked voice reached me at that instance and I rushed inside my room to find her at my door, looking disheveled and shaken.

Anaya’s P.O.V:

When I returned to our suite, it was well past midnight and Lance was nowhere in sight.

“Lance?” I called out before knocking on the door, but when no one answered, I used my key to enter. Thankfully, I hadn’t forgotten to take my key with me when I went out to give the Eustis brothers some space, or I would have had to wake up the management staff to get the spare key.

“Lance!” I called out again once I was in the living area, but once again, there was no answer.

A sudden disturbing thought entered my mind and I felt fear rise at the back of my mind.

I haven’t fed in the last three weeks.

What did that mean for an Incubus? Lance never told me anything! How long can an Incubus go without…feeding? And what happened if they didn’t feed?

“Lance?” This time my voice sounded panicked as I ran towards his room and turned the doorknob. Locked.

How can he bloody lock his room at this moment?

I pressed my ear on the door to hear any noises from the other side. But there was nothing. Maybe he was in the bathroom and couldn’t hear my voice? But something told me that wasn’t the case. I debated calling for help, but what if people found out about him? Maybe I could call Ace, but unless he can fly, he’d never be able to get here in time.

I looked down at my hands at the key I was holding. “Shit! Why didn’t I think about this before!” I cursed myself before entering the digital key in the slot and the door unlocked.

“Lance?” I called again, this time louder and turned the lights on in the room…to find the balcony door open.

“Anaya?” Lance finally emerged from the balcony, wearing a bathrobe with his cell phone in hand, his dark hair draped over his forehead, wet from his shower.

I sagged against the wall as relief crashed through me, and then I was laughing like a manic as I slid down the wall to sit on the floor.

“Anna? Are you alright?” Lance looked a little worried as he came to stand in front of me. “Anna?”

Lance then knelt down in front of me and waited patiently for me to calm down before he asked again. “Anaya? Are you alright?”

“No.” I shook my head. “I’m just having a horrible day.”

“What aren’t you telling me?” Lance asks me sternly.

I debated telling him the truth, but in the end, I decided I had nothing to lose. “I met Keith when I was sitting by the pool.” I watched Lance’s features harden at the mention of his name. “He said we should get back together. Also, we should quit being Scribts and that he’d tell Melinda to wipe our memories of the past five years and make it seem like we never parted ways. He said we could get married and start a family.”

Lance’s jaw was clenched tight enough to break, his cheekbones stark against skin. “And what did you say?” He asked through clenched teeth.

I looked down at my hands on my lap as I answered him. “I said no. I didn’t want to live a lie. And…”

“And?”

I looked back up into his topaz eyes, finding the courage to say aloud what I’d realized today. “And for an instant, when I imagined actually forgetting everything…forgetting you…I felt like I couldn’t breathe anymore.”

As I watched, the gold of his eyes vanished as his eyes began to fill with a bright red, as if his eyes were bleeding. I’d only seen his eyes this bright when he’d compelled fifteen women to forget what they saw and walk out of their office. But I wasn’t worried about him erasing my memories. Lancelot wouldn’t rob me of my memories.

The next thing I know, I’m in Lance’s arms as he pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms tightly around me. “I was thinking about the time when I got shot and how close you were standing next to me just before the incident. I couldn’t imagine what I’d have done if you had gotten hurt.” He whispered into my ear.

I brought my hands up to wind them around his neck. “Feed from me.” I whispered back. “You said you haven’t fed in three weeks and I don’t know what would happen if you keep stalling. So feed from me, I’m ready to give myself to you.”

Lance pushed me back so we could look into each other’s eyes. “I’m the Prince, Anna. I can go a lot longer without feeding.”

“I know you’re strong.” I traced my fingers on his cheeks, his lips. “But I want this.”

“Then if we do this, it won’t be because you want to feed me. This had to mean something for you.” There was a warning in his tone that made my lips tilt up on the sides.

“Bossy as usual, Mr. Eustis.”

“Lance.” He said. “I like it when you call me Lance.”

“Lance…” I whispered against his lips, not realizing when we had leaned towards each other.

And then we met each other halfway, Lance’s arms coming around me to hold me closer to his chest as I wound my hands through his silky black hair. This time Lance wasn’t holding back and for the first time I got to experience what it felt like to kiss an incubus.

Lance helped us up from the floor and picked me up by my waist and I wrapped my legs around his waist for support, all the while never breaking the kiss. Soon, I felt him fall forward and I felt the soft sheets at my back. He kept his weight off me and as I released my legs, Lance broke the kiss, letting me come up for air. He stood at the foot of the bed and as I watched, he unlaced the belt at his waist and let the bathrobe fall to the floor with a swoosh sound.

My eyes widened as I took in his form. He was magnificent. Built like a sculpture of a Greek God, he had all the right proportions, all the right muscles to make anyone fall in love with his body. His skin was flawless without a single flaw or scar and I only realized that I’d gotten up on the bed when I felt the silky softness of his skin under my palms.

“You’re perfect.” I whispered in awe as I traced my fingers down his chest and his taunt abdomen.

I felt him take in a deep breath as my hands lowered and I stopped midway down his abdomen when I realized that Lancelot Eustis was standing gloriously naked in front of me. I removed my hands from his body immediately as I felt my cheeks heat up in embarrassment. I heard Lance chuckle at my action and then he put his hand on my waist and bundled up the fabric of my nightgown in his hands.

“Your turn.” He said and started to pull up the blouse. Too late, I realized that I wasn’t wearing a bra, but Lance had already tugged the blouse up my arms and off.

I covered my chest as soon as my arms were free, but that only made Lance chuckle. To say that I was a bit self-conscious in front of Lance would be an understatement. He must have slept with thousands of women at this point and they had all been models and actors with the perfect curves. I was petite with a below average breast size and not that many curves to flaunt and on top of that, my biggest flaw was my baby face.

“Having doubts?” Lance asked gently as he leaned in to touch his forehead to mine. “Don’t forget that I belong to a race that feeds on humans through sex. Physical perfection is part of our genetic makeup. I’m far from perfect as far as Incubus standards go.”

“Impossible!” I said immediately, but Lance just smiled.

“You sure you’re not letting your emotions cloud your judgment?” He asked as he gently pushed me back on the bed.

Tentatively, I removed my hands from my chest and cupped Lance’s cheeks with my hands. “You’ll always be perfect to me.” And then I brought my lips to his in a tender, hesitant kiss that bared my heart to him.

Lance didn’t take over the kiss like he has previously, but he kept it slow as his hands wondered my body. I felt my nipples bud under his touch and clenched my thighs together and heat pooled between my legs. For the first time, I didn’t feel as self-conscious and I felt myself become more relaxed as each second passed. Lance broke the kiss to let me up for air and then he trailed wet kisses down my neck, my collar and finally took one budded nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.

A moan left my lips as my back arched off the bed; my mind went blank for an instant. But Lance didn’t stop; he kept on torturing me with his wicked tongue as I withered in bed, feeling completely out of control in my own skin. I’ve never felt like this in my entire life. Was it because Lance was different? How did he know exactly what to do to drive me completely insane with pleasure?

“Lance! I can’t take it anymore!” I moaned as his tongue swirled around my navel.

“Hang on.” He said and hooked his fingers into the waistband of my pants and looked directly into my eyes.

“Yes!” I wanted to scream, but I only able to nod my head. Lance then tugged on my pants and in one fluid movement, got both my pants and underwear off.

Finally, he got on the bed properly and parting my thighs, traced my folds with his fingers. “You’re already wet. Good.” He whispered and lowered his head to my core.

I screamed. My orgasm rocking through me with the force of a volcano as soon as he licked along my clitoris. My mind went completely blank for several minutes and when I returned, Lancelot was there, waiting for me patiently.

I thought I couldn’t get wet again so soon after my orgasm, my mind still filled with clouds, but as soon as I saw the raw hunger in Lance’s eyes, I was ready for him.

“Now…” I pleaded, my voice sounding inaudible.

Lance didn’t make me wait. He settled between my thighs as I wrapped my legs around his hips and then he brought his head down to kiss my lips as he buried himself into my wet heat with one single thrust.

For an instant, I felt a sharp pain at the intrusion as I adjusted to his size, but it subsided just as quickly as it had occurred and then there was no room left for thought as Lance thrust in and out at a steady rhythm, our bodies finally joined together in glorious union.

And at that moment, I knew that I was falling in love with Lancelot Eustis, Prince of the Incubus race; and at that instant I didn’t want to stop myself even as I knew that his love will be the death of me.