“It would make you happy, wouldn’t it, Aefre, to have all of us in your bed,” he states, pushing it further. “I saw it on your face in the bathroom last night.”
Of course he did. He can read every micro expression on my face never mind the big, glaring, obvious ones.
“Of course,” I say casually. “But I don’t think Cole would go for it.”
“Oh? Well, no one said Cole had to join in if Devon were to come to us one night,” he says.
I sit up suddenly. “What?” I blurt out.
Enjoying the fact that he caught me off guard, he grins salaciously. “Just a thought for you to ponder, my sweet.” He kisses me gently. “So, what are you doing here? Not that I mind, of course.”
“I just wanted you to hold me. Ahmed was right yesterday; I do need your strength to get me through this. I need you.”
“I need you too, my love.”
I blink at him slowly. “I should get back to Cole before he notices I’m gone.”
He sighs sadly. “Okay, my sweet. I will see you in a couple of hours.”
I climb off the bed and prepare to leave but say one last thing for him to think about before I go, “I will make sure I’m here next week, alone, if you take me where I want to go.”
He nods briefly.
Cole is still sleeping when I return, as I knew he would be. The man sleeps like the dead. I quickly shower and dress and go in search of my other boy.
I stand at his door observing him with interest, at the sour look on his face.
“What do you want from me, Lizzie?” he asks.
I tilt my head at his surly tone and squint at him. “I think the question is, what do you want from me? Cards on the table, Dev.”
“You know what I want. I want us together, I want to be in your bed comforting you, when you have had the crappiest day of the year. I want to be able to take you in my arms and love you as you know I can. You said this was sorted and after the other day, I thought it was. I can’t stand being dismissed on nights like last night. It’s not what we do,” he snaps at me.
“I know,” I say, distressed that he is upset. “Right now, I want some alone time with you. It's been a while.”
His manner changes instantly and he pulls me to him, kissing me, his hands exploring every inch of me, so much more in need than Constantine’s restraint.
He pulls me to him even tighter, gripping my hair in his fist. “I’m taking you my way,” he declares forcefully.
In no mood to argue, I let him take me as he sees fit, bent over the back of the sofa, with my skirt up around my hips. He pounds into my pussy from behind, bringing me to a climax quickly and with great abandon. He finishes soon after me and pulls me up by my hair to feed, his fangs sinking deeply into my neck. A part of me is delighted with his aggressiveness, but my sire-indignation at his boldness makes me turn on him and I force him to submit. With my claws in his throat, I push him to the floor and straddle him, taking him as I now see fit. He doesn’t protest as I ride him fast, making us come at the same time. Pulling him up by the throat, I clamp down on him, sucking deeply. He squirms under me, loving my harsh touch. I release him and push him back down as I rake my claws down his chest slowly and then lean down to swipe my tongue over the wounds as they heal. Whimpering in desire, I bring my mouth up to kiss him and he pushes us over, so he is on top of me, asking me to submit to him again. Loving this game of dominance tag, I let him. He takes me again, pulling my legs up to wrap around him as he buries his cock inside me.
“Oh, Lizzie, I love you,” he murmurs as he kisses me.
I get lost in the moment then as he brings us to the edge, and I tumble over with him again.
F eeling more satisfied than I have in a long while, I go in search of someone to feed from. I don’t particularly care who, I just need blood. Human blood. I know in the back of my head that I need to back up, but I don’t listen. Heading to the reception, I stop and inhale, closing my eyes. Oh, yes, I smell it. AB Neg. I focus on the human it is coming from. A very tall, crazy good-looking man in a black suit and white shirt. Slightly older, in the human sense, of course, maybe early forties. Focusing on him, I lean into the pillar at my side and he turns to me, sensing my intent gaze. He smiles stiffly at me and then turns away from me to my utmost disbelief.
Oh, now I have to have him. I push off from my leaning post and follow him into the bar. I catch up with him quickly and he pauses as he looks down at me from his impressive height.
“Do I know you?” he asks in a serious monotone. American, I note.
I shake my head and reply, “No. Do you want to?”
He searches my eyes for a long moment and then turns from me again and walks away. Too gobsmacked now to follow, I just stare at his retreating back, trying to calculate how long it has been since anyone, in any form, turned away from me. Huffing in frustration, but still not turning on my recent principle of taking blood by force, I turn on my heel and head back towards the suite. I turn briefly as I sense his eyes on me, but he has already turned back. I narrow my eyes determined to at least find out who he is.
Thoroughly frustrated with hunger now, I call Nico out of desperation. I feel like a crackhead needing a fix as I wait for him to arrive. He turns up not long after with someone for me. I specified, in confidence, that I needed someone I could drink a lot from, and he delivered it to me no questions asked.
“Please don’t tell CK,” I ask him as he pulls me into the vacant room he called me to. He looks pained as I ask him to betray his boss. “Please, Nico. He will only worry, and I have enough to deal with right now,” I plead.