Bursting through the door of the lower penthouse suite, Devon and I are wet from the rain, but in high spirits after a lovely dinner and a few drinks and dancing in the bar down the block. It is still early but I’m due upstairs with Constantine in about twenty minutes. Pushing me back towards the door, Devon picks me up and, his hands going under my skirt. He tugs my knickers from me with a quick rip.
"I want you," he murmurs against my mouth before he pushes his tongue through my lips.
I undo his pants, pull him out and he takes me quickly, bringing us both to an orgasm at the same time. I never get tired of that, so in tune with each other’s bodies and feelings. I kiss him softly and drop my legs from around his waist.
"I have to go shower," I tell him.
"No, I haven't had you for days. You have time," he whispers in my ear as he holds me back by my arm. "I need you."
I’m on my knees seconds after he says that. What kind of a bad sire would I be if I refused his plea? I’m about to take him in my mouth, when he also drops to his knees and says, "You know where I want you.” He turns me around.
I do know. I have denied him for a while now as I’ve never really been bothered about anal before, but these days I’m coming around, so I drop my hands to the floor. He groans with delight as he shuffles closer and pushes himself against me. I feel myself give way as he thrusts gently into me, savoring the experience. But, ever one to please me, he drops his hand from my hip and reaches down to stroke my clit as he increases his speed to suit his own needs.
"Are you close, baby?" he whispers. "I'm so ready but I want you to come too."
I feel the pressure building as he rubs me but not in time. He cries out as he comes inside me, but in all fairness, keeps up the steady stroking until I throb against his fingers.
Breathing heavily, he pulls out of me and pulls me to his lap. "Thank you," he murmurs and lets me go. I stand quickly. I have exactly five minutes now to get showered and upstairs before I am late. Shedding my clothes as I head towards the bathroom, I step into the shower and turn on the jets. Devon steps in behind me and says, "I'm not done yet. One more. I want it all."
"Dev, I'm going to be late."
"Please, Lizzie. Please," he begs.
I Shift as he calls me Lizzie, he deserves to have his real sire take care of him. His eyes light up as he stares into my big blue ones. I trail my hands down his slippery wet chest, brushing my nails over his nipples as I sink to my knees and take him in my mouth. The water is beating down on us, soaking my dark hair as he pushes his hands into it to hold my head in place.
"Oh, baby. Let me fuck your mouth," he says as he moves his hips back and forth. I work my tongue around his engorged cock as he pushes deeper into my mouth and withdraws again and again. He groans as he comes quickly in hot spurts down my throat. I push him back, swallowing as I stand. In the next second, I Shift back to Liv.
"Baby, I really have to get moving," I say as he pants with the exertion of his multiple orgasms brought forth so quickly. A Vampire's constitution is strong, and we are ready to go anytime, anywhere, but even so, for a male, three in less than twenty minutes is a lot. I finish up and step out.
He wraps a towel around me and says, "I love you, Liz, but I can't do this anymore. I have to go."
"Go where?" I ask him as I briskly dry myself, magickly getting dressed in a black mini dress and black Louboutins as I step forward to follow him. My Powers have grown immensely in the last six months. I can do things that I never thought possible, and this handy trick of being dressed and undressed with just a thought is a massive time saver.
"Dev?" I ask him as he storms into his bedroom and slams the door. I haven't got the time to follow him. I’m now coming up to ten minutes late. Sighing, I move towards the front door and head towards the elevator to go up one floor to the upper penthouse that is occupied by my sire. Stabbing the button repeatedly – impatiently cursing my own Teleporting and Astralling in any and all public places ban – it takes an eternity to arrive. We have accomplished a lot in the last six months. I have my Regency mostly in plac
e (we decided to call it something different from The Council and came up with that) and we are uniting The Underworld, bringing all supernatural and paranormal – whatever you want to call us – creatures together. As a result, masses of people are converging in large groups and we need to keep as low a profile as possible. If we got caught out even in the slightest act of magick, things would get ugly, fast.
Finally stepping out into Constantine's penthouse, I find him staring out of the window, drink in hand.
CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN
We lie like that for some time, his forehead resting against mine. I squirm under his weight. He lifts his head and rolls us over, so I’m lying on top of him now. I put my head on his chest and I am happy, but a little fearful that all of this will come crashing back down again.
"Liv," he says and my heart clenches. I remain silent. "Liv," he says again. I still don't say anything. "Are you deaf, woman? Answer me when I speak to you!" he snaps then, and I raise my head cautiously. He acknowledges me with a nod and says again, "Liv."
"Yes, Constantine?" I ask quietly.
"This doesn't change anything. I am still so upset with you, I could stake you," he says as he pushes me off him. He sits up and I cry inside, so much for the bend. But he has voiced his feelings and that is a start.
"I know," I whisper.
"Do you?" he sneers at me. "I really don't think you do." He stands up and leaves the bedroom. I sigh, another night alone. I don't follow him but curl up on the bed hugging the pillow to me.
I jump a mile when he stalks back in, having gotten lost in my thoughts.
"Here," he says and hands me a lit cigarette as he lights another for himself. I take it and draw deeply and thankfully on it. He has pulled on a pair of sweats and I just melt.
"A stake wouldn't work anyway," I say quietly.