“And the others?” he inquires, keeping up his relentlessly unhurried thrusts.
“Mean nothing!” I shout at him. “Nothing!” I am practically crying in frustration when he suddenly lets go of my hips and rolls us over so that I am on top of him. He has given me the go-ahead to take what I want from him and oh boy, do I. We are both dripping with our mingled desire after I am through with him, but still it isn’t enough for him, or for me.
“It’s never enough,” he whispers and turns me around, getting to his knees and rubbing his wet cock over my back entrance. I give a sharp yelp as he forces his way into me and I feel a strange ripple pass through me. I haven’t felt this with him in centuries. As he pounds into me, I start to pant and my elbows give way. I land face first on the bed, driving my arse up even higher for him to take. His hands feel like fire on my hips as he pumps into me, again and again until I feel like my head is going to explode.
“Oh, Christ,” I scream as he shoots his load into me. I am trembling with what feels like fatigue as he spins me around and flattens me with his body, before he enters me again with a look of pure bliss on his face as he immediately starts to come again.
I get it now. This hasn’t happened in hu
ndreds of years. Male Vampires have the stamina of ten men, but multiple orgasms are a rarity that I have only ever experienced with Constantine.
“Aefre,” he rasps, “How do you do this to me?”
It is a rhetorical question, I assume, as he plunges his tongue into my mouth.
“Only me?” I ask the question that I have to know the answer to, when he lets me up.
“Only you,” he replies to my elation. “Only ever you, my sweet.”
I am smug as I kiss his perfect lips and then demand that he see to me again, which he does, three more times before I am spent.
Chapter 18
“Must you go, Lizzie?” Devon asks me for the hundredth time.
“I must,” I say firmly as I prepare to leave for the D.F.K. “I won’t be gone long, baby. I just need to get away from this place.”
“Then we’ll go back to the house in England,” he says quickly and CK stops tying my laces as that idea sounds good to him.
“Alone,” I say to both their disappointment. “I haven’t had any head space for ages. I am still grieving the loss of Cole and I don’t like to do that in front of you.” I turn to CK who has finished up and he looks forlorn. “Not to mention that my daughter, that I only just found out about, is in the clutches of my mother and that beast and completely out of my grasp. Just give me this.”
“Okay,” Devon says, just as glum as CK.
“And play nice,” I say sternly. They glare at each other, but nod dutifully. “And someone find out what the Hell Cade is up to,” I add, turning back to the mirror.
“What makes you think he is up to something?” CK asks.
“I just have this sinking feeling, that’s all,” I say. I am reluctant to add that I am starting to think that Cade isn’t quite as sire-less as we thought he was. Remiel did, for some reason known only to him, bring Cade back from the brink of the reverse-turn, so in my overactive imagination, that could possibly, just maybe, make him Cade’s new sire. Maybe.
“We will be vigilant,” CK says. He is waiting to say something else, but does not want to do so in front of Devon, so I take a guess as to what it is.
“I am going to see him,” I say, taking his hand. “But I promise you do not have to worry about us.”
I didn’t mention names so that Devon could assume I meant Sebastian, but CK knows I really mean Vito. He nods stiffly and then I turn to Devon.
“Are you doing okay?” I ask him seriously. In all the events since the reverse-turning, I haven’t really spoken to him about Jess.
He shrugs. “I’m fine, why?”
“You lost your charge,” I remind him in exasperation.
“Oh, that,” he says offhandedly. “Yeah, don’t worry about me.”
“Dev,” I say but he stops me.
“Not interested in a big heart-to-heart. It’s over, done with, and I can move on with my life. Whatever kind of life this will now be,” he says.
I am not surprised, really. He does brushing topics he finds distasteful under the carpet so well.