Grave Sight | A Reverse Harem Romance

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝔽𝕚𝕧𝕖

A/N: So that little note at the beginning of the book that says if I know you personally and you know I wouldn't want you reading sex scenes I've written?

Now is where you'd stop. Lol

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Lucian's hands were everywhere his pheromones weren't, touching me as he kissed me deeply. He positioned himself between my legs and pushed me farther up the bed until he could kneel onto the mattress.

I gripped at his shoulders, my mind foggy with the taste of mint on his tongue and the feel of his body on mine. He'd been right. Technically, he didn't really have to really touch me to make me crazy.

He pulled away, and I saw the wolf behind his eyes. "You have five seconds to tell me to get off of you."

I opened my mouth, but no words came out.

"Five," he said. He didn't move. He just watched my reaction.

I looked at his lips, which were swollen from our kiss.

"Four." He gently grabbed a handful of my hair.

"Lucian," I whispered. "Please."

He paused, tilting his head. "Please what?"

"Stop counting," I said.

If he counted down any further, the nerves in my stomach would cause me to run. I didn't want to run, but my fight or flight generally aimed more towards flight.

I'd never had sex with anything other than a human. Not even a mage, who was close enough to human to be considered non-paranormal in government databases.

He didn't count anymore, but he laid above me, waiting. That didn't make me feel any better either, because now he was expecting me to make the move and I wasn't good at that unless I was drunk as hell.

I lifted my arms and cupped his face in my hands, feeling his smooth skin against my palms. He let me touch him, but the hand in my hair tightened, like maybe he was holding on by a thread.

"One," I said.

It took him a second to realize I counted for him. But when he did realize, he only took half a second to react to it.

His hands slid under my shirt and he lifted it up over my head before throwing it unceremoniously to the floor. Within seconds, he had my bra off and his mouth around one nipple, making me groan. I pushed against his shoulders, which only forced him to bite down on the sensitive bud.

My nails dug into his skin and he lifted his head and took my mouth with his again as he pushed my pants down. His hand slid between us until his fingers slipped between my legs. The moment the heat of his skin touched me, I had to pull away from his lips to gasp in a breath.

"You're so sensitive," he murmured, his fingers circling lazily against me.

I was trembling, trying to close my legs to stop the onslaught of feeling just a touch was bringing me. All it accomplished was squeezing his hips with my thighs, which in turn made him grin.

"Already so close," he asked teasingly, pressing just a bit harder. "Poor girl, it seems you've been neglected."

I raised my hips into his touch and he lowered his head once again to flick his tongue over a nipple. His breathing hitched when I moved my hand between us and ran my hand along the front of his pants, feeling how hard he was already.

He moved his hips against my hand, and I flicked open the button of his pants before attempting to move them down over his hips. With how tall he was, all I could do was bring them halfway down.

He chuckled and took his hand from between my thighs to take his pants off for me.

I narrowed my eyes when he didn't automatically put his hand back, but they widened when he ran his tongue over his fingers. His eyes met mine as he hummed, then his body jerked the moment my hand touched him once again.

He was long and thick in my hand, and he seemed to grow bigger the longer I stroked him. His eyelids were heavy as he watched my hand move up and down the length of his cock. His arm was shaking when he reached down and forced me to let him go.

"Keep that up and I'm not going to last long," he teased.

I would have laughed, if he wouldn't have slid two fingers inside of me. He watched my reaction as he pumped them in and out, scissoring them open when they reached deep inside of me. I grabbed his arm to stop him, but a devilish grin crossed his face as he continued, barely even acknowledging the fact that I was pulling against him.

Tension coiled in my lower abdomen and I clenched my eyes shut.

"Don't you close your eyes," he said, moving his fingers quicker. "Look at me when you come."

My eyes flew open and I whimpered as the coil of tension tightened. When it released, my back arched off of the bed, and his mouth closed around my breast once again as I rode out my orgasm.

He gave me no time to relax. I was still shaking when he slid deep inside of me. Lights flashed behind my eyes and my nails bit at the skin on his back.

Lucian grabbed my chin in his hand and began moving - slowly at first, then faster the more I moaned.

He slid two fingers in my mouth, and my eyes widened when I realized they were the ones that had been inside me not moments before. I could taste myself on his skin, and he saw the realization dawn on my face.

"You taste good," he murmured, "don't you?"

I made a noise in my throat, unable to speak with his fingers in my mouth.

He grabbed one of my thighs with his free hand and pulled it up against his hip, and the change of position made it seem like he pushed deeper inside of me with every thrust.

"It's a good thing you heal quickly," he said, his voice gruff. "Because you'll need to if you expect to walk after I'm done with you."

He slid his fingers out from my mouth and moved them between us to circle my already swollen clit. I jerked against him, and the movement made me cry out.

"Come for me." His movements were more rapid and had less rhythm. His breathing was ragged as his eyes met mine, shining gold in the morning light.

"Lucian," I whimpered, the tension growing again. "Harder. Please. Harder."

He groaned, slamming harder into me as his fingers moved quicker. My legs shook as the sound of his body slapping against mine echoed throughout my room, mixed with my moaning and his uneven breathing.

He let me orgasm first, continuing to pound into me as I screamed his name, clutching the sheets beneath me. Only then did he pull out of me and allow himself his release.

He breathed heavily as my body continued to shake from the aftermath of my orgasm. Then he stood and went to my bathroom. When he came back, he had a washcloth in his hand and he wiped off his release from my stomach.

He rested his hand on my cleaned skin, his eyes moving over my naked body much like mine did to his.

He knelt to one knee and pulled me to the edge of the bed.

I sat up, only for him to push me back down. "What are you-"

"I told you," he lowered his head between my legs, "it's a good thing you heal quickly. Because I'm not even remotely close to done with you yet."