“Nothing,” I say. “Please, Remiel. I just need you to go. You are still my sire. I am still your charge. We are bound, nothing will change that. I just need...I just need you to go now.”
To my surprise, he nods and leaves, just like that.
He must realize how shaken I am after what he just did to me. Does he know he has that power? All I know is that if I had run from Radulf, I would have run right into Gregor’s waiting fangs. By staying with my husband, by living with his abuse, I sealed my destiny to meet Constantine. I know this with every fiber of my being.
I choke back a sob and long for Constantine’s arms around me. I drop to my knees, curling my arms around me as I weep for everything that I have been through. Everything that has broken me and knowing that Vito was right.
I need fixing. I just don’t know how.
Chapter 10
Cassis, France, January 2015 - Aefre
I look up as I sense an ancient Vampire Teleport into the room. I can’t help my disappointment that it is Frederick and not CK. I miss him terribly, even though he is being a complete dickhead about me leaving. For some reason, he just doesn’t understand it.
“I asked you to leave,” I sniffle.
“That was last night. Today is a brand-new day,” Frederick says, walking over to stand in front of me and takes my hands to haul me to my feet.
“And I feel just as crap,” I grumble.
“Well, you look amazing,” he chuckles at me and tugs on my wild hair.
It makes me smile as I bat his hand away. “I need to shower,” I say, remembering the feel of the eleventh century still crawling all over me. I shudder and Frederick frowns at me.
“What is it?” he asks astutely.
“Nothing,” I mutter, not willing to share my essence being pushed back in time, by my sire, no less.
He just shrugs and accepts it. Everyone else would have pushed me into revealing and it is kind of refreshing to have it drop.
“I’m not leaving,” he says when I open my mouth to ask him to do exactly that. “My only reason for coming back was to protect you. How am I supposed to do that if you are living in a different place to me?”
My turn to shrug as I don’t want to answer that. “Your only reason?” That kinda stings a bit after last night’s declarations.
He smiles, a slow sweet smile at me, but doesn’t answer me. “You are starting to believe them, aren’t you?” he inquires, picking up a paperweight and tossing it between his hands.
“So, what if I am?” I ask haughtily. “You know how my life started.”
“I do,” he says steadily. “I also know everything that has happened to you since. Well, maybe not everything, but a lot of things,” he amends at my look.
“Don’t want to rehash it,” I grumble and turn my back on him. His being here is not good. All men just need to stay away from me if I am going to sort through this with a clear head.
In the next instant, he is behind me, pushing me up against the bed. “Tell me again to go,” he whispers in my ear.
“Go,” I say, but even I can hear how weak it is.
“I can hear your heart beating faster.” He places his hand over my heart. “I can smell your arousal.” He places his other hand in between my legs. “I can taste the blood rushing through your veins.” He sinks his fangs into my neck, and I cry out in desire, even though I should be protesting at his violation. He squeezes my pussy and I gasp, letting my head drop back to allow him further access to my neck. He growls slightly and it makes me shiver. Christ, I have missed his bite. His hands push the straps of my nightgown down over my shoulders and it falls in a heap at my feet. His fingers brush over my nipples and straight down to stroke my clit.
“Oh, the gods,” I cry out as he stokes the fire that is burning in me. “Yes!” I come for him, quickly and easily, so frustrated am I.
He purrs as he tastes the rush of my orgasm. Releasing his fangs, he inserts a finger into me as he draws my mouth to his for a kiss.
“Let me have it,” he rasps. “You know, you want it. Your entire body is on edge.”
I don’t say anything, I just turn in his arms and let him pick me up and throw me onto the bed. He drops down and ravages every inch of my hot skin with his mouth. He sucks on my nipples until they are aching, he bites my breasts until they are bleeding. He kisses my stomach until I can’t take it anymore. I push his head lower down and with a chuckle, he obliges me, his tongue frantically flicking my clit until I explode again. He inserts two fingers inside me to stroke the sweet spot deep inside.
“I had forgotten how you taste,” he gasps, coating his tongue with my cum. “I thought I remembered, but I didn’t.”