C17 Lucien's POV; Heat! I want you!

~Lucien~

Taking in continuous bottles of wine, I couldn't ease the heat that boiled from within. Why! Why couldn't she see me as her Jasper?

"Sire, drinking this much is not good," Gabriel stated as he placed another bottle beside me.

"I don't care, get me more," I demanded.

"What seems to make the master drink this much? You've never taken so much except..." He stopped in his tracks.

"Except my mother's death," I said, chuckling as I completed his statement.

"I apologize sire," Gabriel said.

I couldn't blame him, he was right. I never took this much alcohol, and now, Freya does this to me.

"Am I evil?" I asked distraught.

"Evil?" Gabriel asked surprised.

Opening another bottle, I gulped down as much as I could.

"I was in agony for days, she left me. Why do people always leave me? Is it because I'm the rumoured devil's son?"

Tears welled up in my eyes as I reminisced on Freya's closeness with Jasper. A sharp ache pierced through my heart as I gulped down more wine.

"I don't understand sire," Gabriel responded.

"I had to watch in agony, for six weeks. Tormented for a thousand and eight hours, forgotten for forty two days, all for what? She said she's my wife! Yet she goes to Jasper every damn day leaving me in agony. Haven't I suffered enough! I've been alone all my life, I never complained, not once, now, the moon goddess brings her, and wants to take her away as well? Don't I deserve a happy ending?"

Tears flowed down my eyes as I gulped down. I'd never felt this way towards anyone. This wasn't jealousy. This was something else. Reminiscing on the feel of her warm soft breasts, her soft slender legs, her captivating pink lips, while she was underneath me, I wanted to mark her as mine. Why didn't I?

"Sire, perhaps you should talk to Luna? Clear the misunderstanding?" Gabriel suggested.

"Misunderstanding? My wife dresses in revealing dresses for my arse of a friend and you call that a misunderstanding?"

I was going to speak with Jasper, I needed to asked him what was going on between him and my wife. How dare he betray me!

Rising to my feet, I staggered into the garden. My mind clouded with thoughts of Freya. I couldn't help but wonder, what if they kissed when I wasn't looking. Or did worse? What if I'd lost her for good?

I never wanted to be close to her, anytime I get close, I lose everything. Yet I took the chance, a leap of faith to be with her. Pathetic!

Look where that leap of faith has me now. Gulping down wine continuously wanting to be wanted by someone who's not even mine. It's funny how I wanted her far away from me and now, I can't function straight without her close to me.

Staggering through the garden, I noticed Raphael walking towards an unfamiliar carriage outside the gate. My curiousity peaked as I wondered what he was up to. But I couldn't care less, all I had in my mind was Freya.

Falling to my knees, rage surged through my veins as I clenched my fists burying them into the ground repeatedly.

"Ugh!"

I grunted in pain as the pounding pain from within sharpened piercing through my chest. I need her. Staggering up, I made my way back into the mansion. Walking through the halls, my mind flashed with memories of Freya's soft body underneath mine.

My fangs emerged as I staggered my way to her room. I had an insatiable desire for Freya. I wasn't going to let her go tonight. I had to make her mine!

"Sire?" Gabriel called out to me stopping me in my tracks.

"What."

"Sire, Elder Raphael has brought home a guest. And he's requesting your presence immediately in the study."

Rolling my eyes, I responded coldly, "I'm not available."

"Sire, I told him that, but he presses on," Gabriel stated.

"Argh! Then do something, I'm not meeting with him!"

I wasn't going to let Rachael ruin my plans, I was going to make Freya mine! Even if it's the last thing I do, she can't be with someone else. No!

"Do I escort you to your room sire?"

"No, I'm going to Freya's room tonight," I stated as I turned to continue on my way.

"Sire, you're drunk, if you meet her this way, she'll be displeased, I suggest you sober up, then to..."

"Shut up!" I yelled, cutting his statement short.

"How dare you tell me what I can and cannot do? She's mine! I refuse to let another man take her!"

Exhaling sharply, I made my way up the stairs. My mind flooded with thoughts of what I wanted to do to Freya. Walking up the stairs, I could feel her soft body beneath mine. As I got closer to her door, I fantasized about how sweet her moans would be in my ears.

Her hands wrapped round my neck as I thrust her deeply, her neck, warm and inviting as my fangs pierce deep tasting her blood. I would spread her tender legs apart as she wraps them round my waist pulling me closer.

I could hear her scream my name, begging for more. Feeling my c*ck harden slowly, I made my way to her door.

Swinging her door open, her scent filled my senses as I made my way in. My vision began to blur as I walked in slowly.

"Who's there?" She asked. The fear in her voice evident as I got closer.

Closing up the distance between us slowly, the dim light of the night made its way its way in, revealing her slender figure. Draped in a silk short night dress, her hair cascading over her shoulders, her curves; a daring temptation, I wanted to devour her.

"Freya."

"What are you doing here!" She yelled.

Exhaling sharply, hastening my steps, I ate up the distance between us. Grabbing her waist, I threw her to the bed as I loomed over her.

Damn!

She wasn't wearing a corset. She was very naked underneath her dress. Thinking of this made me hard. Leaning in, I could feel her soft perky breasts on my chest as I bit her ear softly whispering, "I'm going to make you mine tonight."