your birthday?” I ask Lucas, realizing that I don’t know it. “Do you still remember?”
“May. The twelfth, I believe.”
“Did you celebrate birthdays back then?”
“Men’s birthdays were celebrated, and milestones were bigger than others. Turning fifty was a big deal then since people didn’t live as long as they do now.” He closes his eyes, thinking back. “A cake would be made from oats and honey.”
“What about your death day?”
“I remember the day I died in clear detail, but I do not know the date. I don’t know how much time passed after I was taken prisoner.”
“That had to be terrifying.” I sweep my hands down his back. Lucas was a prisoner of war, forced to fight for sport. Once he proved himself a worthy human opponent, he was turned and continued to be forced to fight in an underground vampire fighting ring.
“It was, though at that point I was ready to die. I wanted to die,” he admits.
“Do vampires celebrate their death days?”
“Some do.” He lowers his hips against mine. “Eliza celebrates her birthday and her death day.”
“Of course, she would,” I laugh. “When are they?”
“Her birthday is January twentieth. I killed her on March third.”
Hearing him say I killed her is almost unsettling. Obviously, he took her human life and brought her back as a vampire. I met her the day I met him, and it’s always been like that. Still…it’s weird.
“Remind me to get her a present.”
“I’m sure she’ll remind you.” Lucas puts his mouth to my neck, kissing me. A shiver runs through my body, and he begins kissing his way down. Desire floods through me, and I was right about it not taking long to get me back in the mood.
“How do I look?” I adjust my headpiece and fluff my hair.
“Fuck.” Lucas looks up from his computer, lips pulling into a grin. He draws his fangs and looks me up and down. I just finished putting on my Wonder Woman costume, and have even impressed myself with my makeup skills.
“I take that as an approval?” I put one hand on my hip and wiggle my eyebrows. I’m about to head out to the store to get things set up for trick-or-treating this evening. Lucas is coming once the sun sets, and has been dealing with the same business transition all week and finally got the price of a rather large piece of property in Nevada negotiated to what he wanted, but then something weird was found out about the previous owners that delayed the final sale. The legal jargon was lost on me, and like I told Lucas before, he knows what he’s doing when it comes to buying and selling property or investments. I trust him to continue doing this stuff without feeling like he has to consult with me.
As long as it’s nothing that majorly affects us, I’d rather be left out. A small part of me feels like I’m being too old-fashioned, letting the man of the house handle all the money, but then again, I’m the one who mostly handles the demons. If anything was a tradeoff, that’s it.
“Very much so,” he says and gets up. He just got done with a Zoom meeting with a lawyer and someone from the town board in Nevada. Always professional, Lucas is wearing a navy-blue suit with a pale pink checkered shirt underneath. His suit is designer and looks so fucking good on him.
“I wish your costume fit,” I say ruefully, hooking my arms around his waist.
“Yeah, me too,” he says sarcastically. The Superman costume I ordered was way too small for Lucas, and I’ll give him props for trying it on.
“I’ll get you the next size up and we can role play later.”
“I am willing to do that.” Lucas slides his hands up the back of my thighs. “I’m willing to do pretty much anything if it involves my cock and your pussy.”
Warmth flows through me, and I stand on my toes to kiss him. We spent the rest of the week doing nothing, and it was so fucking nice. Last night, we went to the new house to get some measurements for furniture. I was blown away—again—by how fast things are coming together. The kitchen is almost done now, and the pendant lights I ordered to hang above the large island are arriving Monday. By the time we get back from Florida, I’m hardly going to recognize the house.