Page 127 of The Bonds of Indigo

I broke the act when she got close enough for me to kiss. After that, I lost any restraint I had about keeping my hands to myself. We ended up fucking for another hour before her stomach started growling.

We showered, got dressed, and left the hotel. The bed was covered in blood because, once again, I fed on her this morning. It looked like a damn crime scene. She told me to leave a note, but I didn’t; what fun is that? Instead, I left a hundred on the side table. It’ll give the staff of this boring little town something to gossip about.

Now we’re back on the road, her stomach full of crappy fast food, and her body curled right up against me. I didn’t even have to ask, she just slid into the middle seat beside me.

The past several hours have been filled with me telling her about my upbringing, and some of my early years as a Vampire. She shared a little about her parents and a bit about her siblings, but said the wound of their deaths is still hard to talk about. So we moved on.

Now, though, we are getting into a bit more interesting topics—if I do say so myself.

“You said something last night I wanted to… ask you about.”

“Sure, ask away.” I drag my fingers along her bare arm. It’s not normal for her to have any skin showing, but I practically demanded she wear something where I had the ability to touch her skin, not her clothes during the drive.

I’m fucking needy, I know.

She didn’t have anything that fit the requirement, but she compromised. She took her sweater off and has been sitting in just her bra and a high-waisted skirt.

“You said…” She clears her throat. “That Luce and I would taste good together.”

The bond hums, nervousness threading through it, distinct and undeniable as it ripples across the connection. It’s one of four emotions she can’t hide from me, no matter how hard she tries.

“What did you mean by that?”

I move my hand to her jaw and cup it, my thumb brushing from her cheek to her lips.

“Gods, you’re adorable. Do you want me to tell you exactly what I was imagining, or…?”

Her heart skips, but a sharp inhale through her nose steadies it again.

“In the moment.”

“After he was done fucking you, I’d suck his and your cum from inside you. To taste what’s mine. Together.”

A high pitched eep sound escapes her. When I look down, her legs are pressed tightly together, and the scent of her excitement fills the truck.

“I’m not even going to ask if you’d like that.”

She grabs the fabric of her skirt, fidgeting with it. “Alright, well… thank you for answering that for me.”

“Mhm… go on.”

She’s not done. I can taste the need for more pouring out of her through the bond.

“What if… you get to him, and he isn’t interested in getting back together with you?”

I let out a long sigh. “I’ve thought about it, briefly.”

Truthfully, I haven’t put much stock into the idea of him telling me no or sending me away. If I tell her he doesn’t have a choice, she might think that’s… unhinged. Even though it’s true. He doesn’t. Lucifer doesn’t have a choice. He will be coming back with me, and we will have a civil discussion.

Heh, civil.

“He’ll come around.”

She pulls back slightly and looks up at me. “And⁠—”

“Luce will like you. Don’t worry.”

I glance at her from the corner of my eye and catch her frown.