Airport Encounters

Chapter 32

Blaine De Lombardi's POV

When I got on the plane, the Luna Ruby Mansion was in disarray. As everyone prepared to depart from Italy and head back to New York City, they were packing. Even though Lucia and I weren't there for the same marking, I'm sure it was still amazing.

I was the only person on the jet except for the attendants. Since Lucia and I were the only ones traveling to the Lunar Glow, her refusal to board the same plane with me wouldn't have been a huge concern. Thus, I requested that she be picked up by another aircraft from New York and brought to California the location of the event.

With confidence, a flight attendant walks up to me and points to the champagne in her hand.

"I'm good, thanks."

She gives me a little flutter of her lashes and pours them at me.

"Let me know if you need anything, Alpha."

She swirls her golden hair back into her seat. I can't recall the last time I was able to come without thinking of Lucia, even though normally my cock would be buried in her mouth by now.

In five minutes, the plane takes off and I'm fast asleep. My dreams, of course, are about this one brown-eyed girl. She does look stunning in a flight attendant uniform, too.

My landing coincides with Lucia's. As I'm tying my tie, she descends the stairs wearing a short dress and her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Although this isn't standard airport clothing, first impressions count, particularly when it comes to the Dickson family.

I cannot see into her eyes via her sunglasses, so I cannot guess her thoughts. She ignores my hand as it stretches out to assist her in descending the stairs and keeps moving forward. I put my arm around her waist as soon as her heels hit the floor and pulled her to my side.

"You might be forgetting, but we are newly marked mates, which means we have to be all over each other," I informed her. I went on as she didn't reply.

"We can't have people thinking there are problems in our relationship, Lucia," I responded.

"Our relationship does have issues," she retorts.

"I know! The main idea is that we cannot allow others to perceive us as weak. I told her that a united front is a powerful one.

She offers me a sardonic smile and then pinches my cheeks as if I were a newborn.

"Oh, my darling little one! I simply can't bear to be without you!" Lucia says her voice is too high.

"Lucia," I hissed.

"Oh no, are you angry? Is it because this morning I neglected to kiss you?" Lucia pouts as she speaks. She puckers her lips and tries to kiss my cheek, but I turn my head and meet her lips. She kissed me back before softly wiping her tongue on my bottom lip. I'm given no warning when she captures it between her teeth in a terrible grip.

A forceful snarl breaks out of me as I grip her hips and slam her ass against the grill of the black limo we were supposed to be in minutes ago.

My hand rises to grasp her jaw as my eyes enter hers.

"Don't start shit; you can't fucking finish, Lucia," I warned her in a hushed tone.

"You're the one who won't fucking finish anything, Blaine," she grits out. My grasp on her loosens.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. The driver is over by the jets, destroying himself with nicotine, and no one can see us. So, what's stopping you? You may just push up my dress and take me right here."

I'm having a hard time believing this is the same woman from three years ago. Lucia has always been confident, but she's never been confident in her sexuality. Her voice is sexy as she talks, and she makes a point of glancing at my lips and enticing me with hers.

Her fingers wrap around my tie, and she drags me closer than we were before.

"I won't even make a sound; no one will hear us," she murmurs.

I grip her thighs and drag her up onto the hood of the vehicle. The sunglasses on top of her head fall to the floor with a clatter. Once she's up, I drag her closer to me so our pelvises are touching. My nose glides to her neck and immerses itself in her beautiful vanilla aroma. I continue to run my nose up and down her nose slowly as I chat.

"When I fuck you, Lucia," I said into her ear. Her thighs clench around me as the fragrance of her arousal travels to my nostrils.

"You're going to scream so damn loud that everyone will hear you."

Her breathing gets heavier, and mine does the same.

"But you're goddamn out of your mind if you think our first time is going to be at some airport in a car."

With those remarks, I step away.

"Maybe I've already done it at an airport in a car," she says.

This chick understands just how to push my buttons.

I'm on her before she even finishes the final word of her speech. I bring her off the hood and grip her ass in my hands. Then I squeezed hard. She whimpers.

"Don't fucking lie to me, Lucia. I know you're a virgin, but that doesn't mean your words don't set me off."

She stares at me like she doesn't believe me.

I wrap her hair in a fist and pull her head back so her eyes can only see me.

"I slaughtered thousands of people in a prior life because you died. You think I wouldn't do the same if someone touched you now?"

The wrath in her brown eyes lessens slightly. I wonder whether she knows that I've killed countless people myself merely to keep myself from seeing her. Sure, they were all criminals, but I'm not the goddess; it's up to her to decide when someone perishes. I might have some remorse, but there's also some relief. When Lucia arrives home, she will be in a place that is safer than ever.

I grasp her hand in mine and guide her to the entrance of the limo. Her hand feels much smaller than mine, and I wonder how she even clutches anything.

I pull the door open and signal for her to enter.

"Andrew! Get your ass over here!" I call out to the driver, who has a cigarette dangling from his lips. He hurries over and I get situated in my seat.

And so it begins.