Chapter 54 Aching Between My Legs

Elian took a deep breath and slowly turned, reluctantly lifting his face to look at Lucien.

​Lucien’s breath hitched as he saw the unshed tears brimming in Elian’s eyes. Without thinking, he wrapped his arms around Elian’s waist and pulled him in.

​"Why are you crying?" His voice was surprisingly soft against Elian’s ear.

​Elian shuddered, his body instantly melting into Lucien’s. "Nothing... it’s just dust—"

​"Don’t lie to me, my Truth Seeker," Lucien murmured, raising his gloved hand to Elian’s face. "You do not like me kissing Rowena, do you?" he asked, pressing his forehead against Elian’s.

​"That’s not it, Your Grace. It is simply dust," Elian whispered.

​Lucien shut his eyes. "I do not belong to you, Elian," he reminded him calmly.

​Elian’s fingers clawed at his palm. "I know that, Your Grace. I am not delusional—"

​"Then why do you cry when I kiss another?" Lucien cut him off, his face darkening as he realized that Elian was bent on denying what he clearly felt.

​"You are mistaken, Your Grace. It is simply dust," Elian repeated like a broken doll.

​Lucien cursed under his breath and cupped Elian’s face. "You belong to me, Elian Morel. But I will never belong to you. Know that and never forget it," he sneered.

​Elian nodded. "Okay," he said in a defeated tone.

​Lucien’s hold suddenly softened; he was tired of debating and watching the life wither faster and faster from Elian’s eyes.

​He needed to see something else in those blue eyes.

​He leaned in to kiss Elian, but Elian swiftly moved his face away, avoiding his kiss.

​"Ugh," Elian grunted as Lucien’s hand roughly pulled his face back to himself, eyes blazing with heat.

​"Never..." Lucien whispered against Elian’s lips, "do that again," he warned darkly.

​"I’m sorry," Elian gulped quietly, meeting Lucien’s gaze with a calm look.

​Lucien murmured inaudibly before pressing his lips against Elian’s.

​He groaned the instant their lips met, his arms drawing Elian impossibly close to his body. However, he pulled away when he realized that Elian was not responding to his kiss.

​Breathing heavily, he used his thumb to pull the side of Elian’s bottom lip down, exposing the inner pink flesh.

​"Do not make me beg, Elian," he whispered huskily, licking across the exposed pink flesh.

​Elian moaned, his eyes fluttering shut as Lucien’s tongue slid smoothly on his inner lip.

​"You don’t want to kiss me because I kissed her?" Lucien questioned, his hand lowering to Elian’s waist, teasing the small curve of his ass. "Should I fuck you against this door to replace that image?" he groaned, grinding his hips against Elian’s.

​Elian threw his head back and moaned, his entire body trembling from the arousal.

​"I don’t know," he whispered breathlessly, his hands clutching onto Lucien’s shirt like his lifeline.

​Lucien smirked, his lips pressing against Elian’s ear. "You did not touch yourself last night, did you?"

​Elian shook his head. "I did not, Your Grace." He was panting now, his cock straining and hurting.

​"Take it off," Lucien ordered, lifting his gloved hand in front of Elian.

​Breathless and hot, Elian didn’t want to question why Lucien wanted his glove removed. He gently pulled the black leather off, holding onto it as he stared into Lucien’s darkened eyes.

​"Good boy," Lucien whispered, his hand slowly sliding down Elian’s body, only pausing when it reached his waist.

​"No matter who I kiss, Elian... your pleasure is mine to give." Without warning, he slid his hand into Elian’s pants, wrapping it around his straining shaft.

​"Lucien..." A sharp gasp escaped Elian’s lips, his fingers digging into Lucien’s shoulder.

​Lucien simply held Elian’s shaft in his hand, feeling him twitch. "You like my hand on you, don’t you?" Lucien whispered, his voice low and velvet-rough against Elian’s ear. His fingers flexed slowly around Elian’s throbbing cock, not stroking yet—just holding, claiming, letting Elian feel the weight of his ownership.

​Elian’s breath hitched sharply, his hips twitching forward into that hot grip despite himself. "Your Grace..." The words came out shaky, half-plea, half-protest.

​Lucien pressed him harder against the locked door, one thigh sliding between Elian’s legs to keep him open. "Answer me properly," he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of Elian’s ear. "Tell me you like it when I touch what’s mine."

​A broken sound escaped Elian as Lucien finally gave him one slow, torturous stroke from base to leaking tip, his thumb smearing the bead of precum over the sensitive head.

​"I... I hate it," Elian lied breathlessly, even as his cock jerked eagerly in Lucien’s fist and his fingers dug deeper into the Duke’s shoulders.

​Lucien chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through both of them. He tightened his grip just enough to make Elian gasp, stroking him again with devastating slowness. "Liar. Your body doesn’t lie to me, Elian. Even if you refuse to use your power... it still tells me the truth."

​He kissed the corner of Elian’s jaw, almost tenderly, then nipped at his earlobe. "You cried watching me kiss her. You trembled when I touched you. And now you’re dripping in my hand like you’ve been starving for me." Lucien’s voice dropped into something dangerously soft. "Who do you belong to?"

​Elian turned his face away, biting his lip hard to trap a moan. Lucien wouldn’t allow it. He caught Elian’s chin with his free hand and forced their eyes to meet.

​"Look at me while I own you."

​Their gazes locked. Lucien began stroking him properly now—firm, sensual pulls that made Elian’s knees weak. Every slide of that bare hand was deliberate, controlled, maddeningly perfect.

​"You can hate me," Lucien whispered against his lips, his voice husky with restrained hunger. "You can curse my name. You can even cry because I kissed her... but this—" He squeezed the head of Elian’s cock, drawing a whimper from him, "—this belongs to me. Your pleasure is mine to give. Your tears are mine to taste. Your jealousy? Mine to soothe... or exploit."

​Elian erred, shuddering violently, his hips rolling into Lucien’s fist as shame and arousal twisted together inside him. "You’re cruel..."

​"I know," Lucien murmured, pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to Elian’s trembling lips. "But I’m the only one who gets to be cruel to you." Another slow, wet stroke. "The only one who gets to break you... and put you back together."

​He kissed Elian again, deeper this time, his tongue sliding possessively into his mouth while his hand worked him faster. Elian moaned into the kiss, helpless, his hips stuttering as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in his belly.

​Lucien pulled back just enough to rest their foreheads together, breathing the same heated air.

​"Say it, Elian," he commanded softly, almost tenderly, even as his hand kept its relentless rhythm. "Tell me who owns this pretty cock. Who owns every desperate sound you make."

​Elian’s eyes fluttered, tears of overwhelming pleasure and confusion clinging to his lashes. His voice cracked as he finally broke:

​"...You do."

​Lucien’s eyes darkened with raw satisfaction. He rewarded him with a tighter, faster stroke, his lips brushing Elian’s with every word.

​"Good boy. Now come for me... and remember exactly who makes you fall apart." He stroked Elian farther, his thumb brushing the head with each stroke.

​Elian parted his lips, feeling the pleasure shooting from his cock straight up his spine. Instead of moaning for the whole castle to hear, he locked his lips on Lucien’s, moaning and whimpering into his mouth as he came hard and trembling.

​Lucien groaned, not slowing his hand until he milked every single drop from Elian’s cock, kissing him deeply and swallowing every sound he made.

​"We’ll return by morning, and when we do, I want you spread out on my bed, ready for me. Am I clear?" Lucien whispered shakily.

​Elian nodded shamelessly, still clinging to Lucien’s shoulder as his body was yet to come down from his high.

​Lucien stared at Elian shaking like a leaf in his arms and grunted as he felt himself twitch inside his pants.

​"I can’t fuck you here, Elian... stop making those sounds," he whispered, pulling his hand out from Elian’s pants.

​"You claim to hate my touch, yet..." He pressed his thumb against Elian’s lower lip, smearing the cum across Elian’s lip.

​Elian looked up, his eyes hooded and lusty as he darted his tongue out to lick Lucien’s thumb, tasting his own cum. When he saw that Lucien’s eyes got more dark from the action, he leaned in, sucking Lucien’s whole thumb into his mouth, his tongue rolling around the finger as he sucked slowly.

​Lucien was a panting mess as he watched Elian, his shaft jerking with every suck Elian rendered to his thumb.

​"Fuck, Elian..." He pulled his thumb out and slammed his lips on Elian’s, literally eating his mouth out. He slid his tongue in, devouring every crevice of Elian’s sweet mouth.

​"Fuck me," Elian begged shamelessly.

​Lucien pulled away, breathing hard. "I can’t, Elian—"

​"Please, Lucien, fuck me now... I’m aching between my legs," Elian whispered, tears rolling down his cheeks.

​Lucien cursed and slammed Elian once again to the door.

​"You will behave, Elian. Do not push me," he growled.

​But it looked like Elian had lost reasoning. He leaned in and licked his wet tongue across Lucien’s lips. "Fuck me, Your Grace," he whispered hotly.