He plucks it back and replies, “Watching a film.”
“Well, at least it’s not work,” I say dryly.
He grimaces and says, “Well, it’s a good enough distraction from all the fun you’re having. Sleeping?” He cocks his head to the bedroom.
“Yep. I may have gotten carried away and drunk too much. It’s been a while,” I admit sheepishly.
Devon freezes next to me and I glance at him. His face is hard as he registers what I’ve just said, and I could stake myself. I haven’t told him about the biting. Things have just been so busy it was nearly lost.
“I see,” he says eventually. “I didn’t realize. Although, I shouldn’t be surprised,” he adds bitterly.
“Oh, Devon. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I normally tell you everything as it happens, I guess this was lost somewhere along the way and I forgot you didn’t know.”
He shrugs. “Doesn’t matter. I told you he would ask.”
Full disclosure? I suppose I better had lest it come back to, ah-hem, bite me on the arse.
“He didn’t. I asked him if he wanted me to,” I sigh.
“I see,” he says again. “He obviously said ‘yes’ then.”
I nod, unsure of what to say. I take his hand in silence and entwine our fingers. He lets me, as I knew he would, and he sighs. “Don’t ever be Elizabeth with him,” he says softly. “Please promise me, you won’t even show him. That’s all that is bothering me. I swear.” Taken aback by the plea, I turn to face him. He’s looking out of the window, so I pull his head around to face me. Sorrow fills his big, blue eyes, but he smiles at me knowing that I’ll ask about his mood.
“Baby, I wouldn’t do that. You know I wouldn’t,” I say.
“Promise me,” he whispers.
“I promise you. No matter what happens: Elizabeth will be yours and yours alone,” I promise him.
He closes his eyes and on impulse I lean over and kiss him. His eyes pop open and he deepens the kiss. “I miss you,” he murmurs against my mouth.
“I miss you too,” I whisper back.
He pulls away, fangs already descended and roughly bites me, enjoying the thrill that runs through me. Releasing me, he offers me his own neck and I feed hungrily, my craving at an all-time high. I pull back as he motions his finger from his ear and towards the back of the jet. Hastily retracting my fangs, I sink back into my seat. As much as I need to come clean, Cole isn’t ready to hear that I still feed from Devon (among other things) let alone see it. He shrugs with a smug smile, pleased to have had some sort of sire time, especially with Cole in the next room. I huff at him and go in search of Jenna to organize some food.
C ole and Devon are chatting amiably when I return.
I watch them with a massive dose of desire churning through me. If only I could take them both to bed right now. Devon looks up at me as he senses the sexual atmosphere and he grins. He kno
ws where my thoughts are, and I know he would agree in a heartbeat. Cole, on the other hand, is still an unknown.
“Dinner is on its way,” I state, sitting down next to Cole. It’s better to eat now than after New York. “We should be landing in about an hour and a half, Jim said.”
I look at Devon, so much happier and relaxed now and I smile. “Going duty free shopping?” I inquire.
“Yep,” he replies. “Think I want a new watch.”
I nod my approval. “What about you?” I turn to Cole. “Anything you want?”
He shakes his head. “Nothing I can think of. You?”
“I have to pick up a bottle of Talisker Scotch and possibly some new Ray-Bans,” I declare.
“You could have bought those in L.A.,” Cole points out.
Devon and I exchange an amused glance. “Not duty free though!” I exclaim in delight.
“Are you serious? You’re a multi-millionaire and you wait to buy duty free?” Cole laughs.