Lucas' POV.

I sat up in bed startled, as the last of the power surge spread throughout my body. I glanced over at Elijah who was still sleeping peacefully. "Babe?" I shook him. "Elijah," I whined, trying to wake him up. He groaned and draped his arm across my waist, "Not again, Luc. I'm tired." He grunted. I chuckled and swatted his arm, "No, did you feel it?" I asked, shaking his arm. "I don't need to feel your cock to know what you want." He groaned. "No, you idiot. That power surge." I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, that. Yeah, I felt that." He muttered as he turned over on...