The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism novel Chapter 98

Chapter 98: 98 | Mommy Knows Best

Diane came for the second time in ten minutes. Her body clenched around Lukas as waves of pleasure rolled through her, sharper and more intense than she remembered. She collapsed forward onto his chest, her pink hair spilling across his shoulder, her breath coming in ragged gasps against his neck.

Something felt different.

Not wrong. Not bad. Just stronger. More vivid. Like someone had turned up the saturation on a photograph.

Her Aspect hummed under her skin, warm and present in a way it hadn’t been in years. Luster typically ran at a low background level unless she activated it deliberately. Right now it felt like it was purring.

"You okay?" Lukas’s voice rumbled beneath her ear.

"Better than okay." She pressed a kiss to his collarbone. "That was incredible."

"Yeah?"

"Mmm." She traced lazy patterns on his chest with her fingertips. His heartbeat had started to slow beneath her palm. "You’re very good at this, you know that?"

"You keep saying that."

"Because it keeps being true." She lifted her head to look at him. His amber eyes were half-lidded, exhausted in the best way. "I’ve been thinking about this for three days straight."

"I noticed."

"Did you miss me?"

"Obviously."

She smiled and kissed him softly. No urgency this time. Just affection. Just claiming him again in a different way.

When she pulled back, she noticed the way his eyelids were starting to droop.

"Getting tired?" she asked.

"Little bit."

"Poor baby." She shifted off him, pulling him with her until they were lying side by side. "You’ve had a long day."

"Mmmhmm..."

"I know. But you did well." She wrapped herself around him, one leg hooked over his hip, her arm draped across his chest. "So well."

He made a soft sound of acknowledgment. His eyes closed.

Diane watched him for a moment. His face had gone slack in that way that meant sleep was already pulling at him. The scar through his left eyebrow caught the afternoon light. She traced it gently with one finger.

"My perfect boy," she whispered.

He didn’t respond. Too close to sleep.

Good. She wanted him like this. Relaxed. Guard down. Hers completely.

She pressed her lips to his temple and kept them there, breathing in the scent of him mixed with sex and sweat and her own expensive perfume. Her hand slid up to cup his jaw. Her thumb stroked his cheek.

"You know what you are to me?" she murmured against his skin. "You’re everything. You understand that?"

His breathing had gone deep and even. Asleep or nearly there.

Perfect.

"I’m never letting you go," she continued, voice barely above a whisper. "Never. You’re mine. Mine before you were Sloane’s. Mine before you even knew what you were."

She kissed his cheek. Then his jaw. Then the corner of his mouth.

"Anyone who tries to take you from me will regret it." Her nails traced down his chest, not hard enough to scratch but enough that he’d feel it if he were awake. "I don’t care who they are. I don’t care what they have. You belong here. With me."

He shifted slightly in his sleep, turning toward her warmth.

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