Synching With the Devil's Son

Chapter 55

Lucien's P.O.V.

I can almost read Bella's mind as her thoughts transpire across her face. She's thinking about us...being intimate, and I try to moisten my dry lips with my dry tongue. Her innocence and beauty are driving me insane. I help Bella put my helmet on, adjusting the straps to fit her smaller head, and then lead her over to my bike. It's a touring motorcycle, very comfortable and very fast. Before she climbs onto the back seat, I show her where the stabilizer bar is and where not to put her feet. Then I climb on and start the engine. "Are you ready?" I call out to her. At her nod, I don my sunglasses and start heading home.

Almost immediately her arms wrap around my waist and she puts her head on my shoulder. When I am able, I cover her hands with my forearm, keeping her pressed tightly against me. I can feel her breasts flattened against my back, can feel every breath she takes, and I hope, when she relaxes enough, she will find it in her to discretely pass her hands over my body. She doesn't disappoint...her small hands start roaming around my back, eventually grabbing onto my thighs. I shift in my seat and can feel her laugh. Well I asked for it, didn't I? Her delight in riding on my motorcycle is palpable, and I try to make it as enjoyable as possible. Too soon we are at the outskirts of Pigeon Forge and I suddenly realize I don't know where she lives. I'm going to have to ask her, so I pull into the Marble Slab Creamery parking lot and cut the engine. I turn to look into her inquisitive face after she removes her helmet and give her a self-deprecating smile. "I hate to admit this," I tell her, "but I'm not sure where you live. I thought I'd treat you to an ice cream so we can discuss where you'd like to go, your house or mine?"

I can see her weigh her options. "I should probably go home," she says, reluctantly. "I know there will be a lot of work to secure all the animals before the storm hits," she says, pointing toward the blackening sky.

I glance at the ominous sky and offer to help. Her eyes light up at my offer and I hold my hand out for her, helping her off the bike and ushering her into the store. She orders mint ice cream with chocolate chips and fudge mixed in, and I smile at her enthusiasm as she eats it. "You're not getting any?" she asks as she licks her way around the outside of the cone. I shake my head, "I'll just have a bite of yours," I tell her, biting back a groan when her tongue darts out to sample the sweet treat. I want her tongue to be sampling me instead.

"I don't think so, buddy. No one comes between me and ice cream," she tells me with a gleam in her eyes.

I can feel my desire course through me, and I close my eyes to savor it. She is a temptation, a tease, a Goddess, and I want her with every fiber of my being. I want her to taunt me, touch me, laugh with and at me. I want to spoil her, take her out, tuck her in at night and wake with her in my arms every morning. But first, I want to put my mouth where hers has been on that ice cream, to see if that makes it tastes sweeter. I grin at her evilly. "Oh? And whose gonna stop me from taking a bite, you?"

She grins back at me, hunching her arms and shoulders over her cone to protect it. "That's right," she says, sassily. "If you want some, you are going to have to fight me for it."

Oh boy, challenge accepted. I stand there looking at her with a goofy grin on my face, not moving. When she thinks I've given up and resumes eating her ice cream, I strike. She screams and turns her back to me, trying to hide her ice cream by covering it with her hands. I grab her around her waist, pick her up, and turn her to face me, her cone in between us. I'm laughing as she screeches and squirms, trying to get away, but I manage to get a mouthful of mint before she realizes it. When she does, she gets a playful smirk on her face and, to my complete surprise, drags her cone down the side of my face. She realizes she's in trouble when I put her back on the ground and look at her with raised eyebrows.

"Seriously?" I ask her.

Trying not to laugh when her face reddens and she starts stammering about how sorry she is, I take a menacing step toward her, and she starts shaking her head. "No, no, no. I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she squeals and surprises me when she takes off, running out the door. I'm smiling at her retreating form and happen to glance at the other people in line. They're all grinning at me, one man hands me a few napkins and says, "Go get her." I nod and take off after her.

She's standing on the other side of my motorcycle. "'I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Here, you want some?" she asks, holding out her cone.

I shake my head. "No, now I want something much sweeter," I tell her, walking purposefully in her direction.

Looking a bit like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car, she backs away from my bike, watching me very closely. I jump over the seat, subtly reminding her I have a lot of powers she's not even aware of yet, and I corner her against the wall of the creamery. Her breath is coming in rapidly, her eyes go a little wild, and I realize, guiltily, she's starting to panic.

Shit!

I stop advancing toward her. "Bella," I say gently. When she doesn't respond I say her name again, louder. She finally looks at me, and dammit, she is scared. "I will never hurt you, there is no need to be frightened," I say soothingly. I see her mentally shake herself and her eyes lose the panicky glint in them.

"S...sor...sorry," she stammers, dropping her hands from her defensive stance.

"No," I tell her. "I am sorry. I was just playing with you. Please understand, I would cut off my wings before I'd damage a hair on your body." I swallow painfully, kicking myself for spooking her. She's really been screwed up by the asshole who attacked her. I am going to find him, with or without her permission. "Come here, sweetheart," I implore her, holding my arms out for her to step into. When she does, I embrace her gently. "I won't ever do that again, Bella, I promise," I tell her while she gets her breathing under control. As I'm holding her, I hear the man who handed me napkins tell the woman he's with, "Aww, young love, I remember it well."