Grave Sight | A Reverse Harem Romance

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣

I typed furiously on my phone, trying and failing to ignore Lucian sitting near me. He was too warm, and his presence was too palpable. I couldn't ignore him if I tried.

Me: Why the hell did you leave me with him?

Number one: it was too early to be dealing with a horny ass wereanimal. Number two: after the previous night, I didn't want to see him for a good long while. When I told him to leave, I definitely hinted that I'd be fine with having sex with him and thinking about that set my face on fire.

"Would you like to go get some breakfast?" Lucian's deep voice made me jump.

My phone vibrated before I could answer him.

Naomi: So you can check one off of your list. Get some!

I made a noise of distress. There was no checking him off the list.

Me: I hate you.

I put the phone down and sighed, running my hand over my face. Getting out of my house and off the couch I just bit him on not twenty four hours before probably was a good idea. My mind kept replaying that moment over and over again, and having him so close did not bode well for my mentality.

"Yeah," I said, standing. "We can talk about what you need me to do next while we're at it."

His lip twitched as he stood. He waited for me to grab my bag and my keys before following me out my front door.

I felt his eyes on me as we made our way down to his car. When I sat down, I buckled myself in, ignoring instinct to move as far from him as possible.

Instead of the awkwardness I thought would come between us, the conversation on the way to the restaurant was comfortable and didn't stray to the night before at all. My mind, however, continued to stray and I blamed it wholly on Naomi and her ever so helpful "get some" comment.

He took me to a place that served brunch, and told me all the things he found good on the menu. It made me laugh, listening to him speak so highly about the different foods and what he liked to pair things with.

I ordered a Belgian waffle with sausage and breakfast potatoes, while he ordered every single type of meat imaginable.

Towards the end of the meal, his demeanor completely changed.

"I didn't want to leave last night," he said.

I forced myself to swallow my food instead of choking on it. He had a way of bringing things up at the most inopportune moments to catch me completely off guard. I let myself get comfortable, assuming we wouldn't talk about it.

Apparently he just wanted to butter me up.

I set my fork down and took a sip of water, ignoring the burning of his eyes on me.

"Well," I sat my water down, "I'm sorry. If you would have stayed, I would have probably done something stupid."

"What you feel and how you react after drinking blood is not stupid," he admonished. "And I wouldn't have done anything with you that I didn't want to do."

I tapped the table with my fingers and looked around, afraid that someone would hear. It was not a good conversation to be having in public. No one seemed to be paying us any mind though, but I still wanted to be careful.

"That's the problem," I said. "I don't want to do that when I'm high on blood."

"That," he asked.

I was not about to spell it out for him, so I took another drink of water, waiting for him to either move on or get what "that" meant.

Finally, he grinned, and I rolled my eyes. He knew what I meant all along, he just wanted me to say it out loud.

"You said you wouldn't do anything you don't want to do." I wanted to fluster him like he did so often to me. "What don't you want to do with me?"

If I had delivered it a different way - maybe leaned forward and gave him a smirk - it might have surprised him. Instead, my question sounded like I was afraid of the answer.

Damn it.

He leaned forward, as if taking a hint from my earlier musings, and tilted his head. "I'm attracted to you, Nova. I thought that much was clear."

No shit.

I laughed. "Very clear. Thanks."

"In terms of what I don't want to do," he said, "it'd be easier to tell you what I want to do."

He motioned for me to move closer to him, and when I did, his eyes glittered in amusement.

I was curious, of course. Who wouldn't be? If the list of what he wanted to do was less than the list of what he didn't want to do, then I would know where we stood.

He put his lips by my ear. "I want to tease you so much that you can barely walk because your knees are weak thinking about what I'd do to you. I'd kiss you, touching you everywhere except the places you want my hands. Then when you start begging me to touch you, that's all I'll do. Moving slowly enough where you'd feel pleasure, but not enough to where you'd come."

My arms and legs were shaking as I tried to hold myself up. I was happy he couldn't see my face, because it felt like an inferno. If someone even glanced over at us, they'd know by my reaction what kinds of words he whispered in my ear.

"I'm big on submission," he whispered. "Begging, whimpering. And I'll make you do both, Nova. I'll make sure you're half mad before I let you come."

I let out a long breath and fell back in my seat. I didn't know if he was done, but I couldn't take that kind of talk anymore. My entire body was shaking.

He sat back much more gracefully than I did, wearing such a big shit eating grin that I couldn't help but turn my face away to hide whatever reaction I could.

"That's not even half of it," he said. "I can tell you more, if you want."

The waitress came over and I had never been so happy to see someone else in my entire life.

I had no line to draw because no matter how clear it had been before, it was even more so now.

Lucian handed her his card, his eyes on me. His lips curled upwards, taking in the effect his words had on me.

"Would you like to go out and do something else," he asked once he got his card back. When his eyes raised, taking in every inch of what he could see of me, they began shining ever so slightly. "Or do you want to go back to your place?"

I cleared my throat - something that I realized was a nervous tic - and motioned around like a maniac. "Anywhere but my house, please."

He hummed, but didn't go against what I said.

For now.