“So, basically, she wants Constantine, but he doesn’t want her so she’s jealous because he wanted you?” Devon sums up quite nicely.
“Yep, pretty much,” I say and frown at him as I didn’t miss the change in tense. “This is just going to make it worse,” I add under my breath.
I feel Cole’s eyes on me briefly before he has to turn them back to the road. I know he also caught Devon’s tense change and my frown. He is probably wondering what it means.
A few minutes later we are finally back at the hotel. Devon and I leap out before Cole has cut the engine, restlessly flexing our muscles.
“I need a release,” I mutter.
“Yeah, me too,” Devon returns. We glance at each other awkwardly. Normally we would be each other’s release, but not this time.
I sigh. “Dev…” I start, but he holds up his hands.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got this,” he says, and I believe him. I feel a pang in my chest. He has no shortage of admirers. I watch him enter the hotel in Hunting mode, wishing that I was with him.
Cole joins me at my side, pulling me close with one arm while also taking my hand in his other, needing to touch me, be near me. I smile up at him and he gives me that luscious half smile back.
“I can’t wait to get you into bed,” he murmurs seductively.
Holy crap! My stomach drops at his tone and my heart beats faster. “Mm, me either,” I murmur back.
“Then let’s go,” he whispers.
We stroll back to the elevator draped around one another. As soon as we get to the room, Cole is all over me, devouring me with his hands, with his mouth.
“Fuck, I need you so bad,” he says against my lips, not wanting to break contact, before clamping down on my bottom lip, fangs at the ready.
He bites me harshly, moaning at the feeling it invokes in him and the taste of my blood. “I want you, now,” he demands.
My sire self takes a step back. “Uh-uh. That’s not how this is going to go,” I murmur, shaking my finger at him. He looks lost that I have stopped touching him, stopped kissing him.
“How then? I’ll do anything you say, just please let me kiss you. Let me make love to you,” he pleads. “I need you.”
My old cruel self takes delight in hearing him beg, but my new evolved self doesn’t like hearing him in pain. I struggle with the war in myself on a daily basis and this is not making it any easier. I am desperate for blood and I’m desperate to force him to my will, but I also desperately love him. I try to find that middle ground that I’m semi-comfortable wit
h while I undress, first myself, and then him. I feel him shiver as my fingers lightly brush his skin.
“Let me touch you, please,” he whispers, eyes closed.
I bring his hand up to my face and kiss his palm. He gasps. “I want you to please me, Cole,” I whisper gently. “I want your hands on me. I want you inside me.”
He reaches for me, but I push him away and shake my head. “No. You are mine to do with as I please. You will do what I want, when I want it.”
He nods his agreement, his desire for me winning out over his reluctance to submit. I know I’m being cruel to him, but all the blood, all the feelings, the cravings, and not to mention the weird electric current running through me, spur me on.
I am Liv, Vampire sire, and I will take what I want.
“First, my love, you need to feed again,” I tell him. “You can take my blood this time.”
Desire flares up in his eyes at the thought of my blood. He hungrily steps towards me, fangs already drawn.
I hold a hand up to his chest. “Slowly,” I say carefully. “You will still struggle to stop, and I don’t want to have to hurt you.”
He nods, but I know he isn’t hearing me and that I’m going to have to get physical with him.
I turn around and pull my hair over my left shoulder, as he is a rightie. He leans down and grabs the top of my arms in a death grip and lowers his mouth to my neck. I hiss as his fangs pierce my skin. I moan in delight as he starts to suckle gently, but awkwardly, not yet used to how it feels. The bloodlust gets to him, as I knew it would, and he clamps down harder, coaxing out my blood roughly. He growls deep in his throat and drinks more. He has already gone beyond the limit he has to learn, so I say his name, “Cole.” He doesn’t stop. “Cole!” I say louder, but he still doesn’t stop. Huffing in exasperation, I pull my left arm out of his grip and elbow him in his side. Hard. He grunts in pain and releases the bite, panting.
“Too much, my love,” I say harshly, turning around to find him bent over double. “Had I been human, I would have been dead now. Self-control is everything,” I add softly then.