“Aefre,” CK warns me as he sees what I am about to do.
I ignore him as I climb onto Sebastian’s lap and lower my fangs to his neck. He doesn’t protest, so I sink them into him. He groans and pulls me closer. I drink slowly from him, trying to gain as much from this experience as is possible. He tastes like honey mixed with strawberries and cream and warm apple pie. Christ on a bike, I just want to drink from him forever. I feel his erection pushing against me. I grind myself down onto him and he grabs my hips.
“Aefre. Mind yourself,” CK snaps at me, grabbing the back of my head and pulling me from Sebastian’s lap, ripping my fangs forcefully out of his neck. He will heal but, gee, that had to hurt.
I retract my fangs and my sire lets go of my hair. “I see now why you insisted on a fuck-and-feed. You knew that I never would fuck you, willingly,” I add for extra benefit, “and you never really wanted me to feed from you. You don’t let anyone feed from you.” It also explains CK’s words back in New York, when he used the word ‘pretense’.
“Just a smart cookie today, aren’t you?” he grouses.
“Never?” I ask.
“No.” But he looks at CK briefly.
“Oh, Sebastian,” I say, now wondering what I have done to him. “I apologize. You should have said no. I wouldn’t have forced myself on you.” I know how ridiculous that sounds, but I don’t ever take blood now without permission.
“I didn’t want to say no. It has been so long. I wanted to feel it again. Willingly, with a woman,” he adds shyly.
I look at CK. I see Sebastian does feed from him to give the intimacy and feelings that it invokes in our kind. I have to wonder now if his punishment to Sebastian for spelling me is by not feeding from him. I look back to Sebastian at a loss.
He shrugs. “I feel like I should thank you,” he says with a sad chuckle.
“Anytime,” I croak out and his eyes light up as I say that. I didn’t mean it that way, I just meant it as something you say instead of “you’re welcome.” Aww shit.
I hear CK sigh behind me, “Aefre. Will you never learn to think before you speak?”
Apparently not. I don’t mind the feeding and I’m sure that even Cole wouldn’t be too put out by that, but feeding on our own kind usually leads to fucking and that is something that is a no-no.
I clear my throat, making another decision off the top of my head that has nothing to do with this situation. “I want to go home. To L.A. Just for a few days. I miss my house. I miss the sun, I miss my swimming pool, I miss driving and my cars and I want to get Scott settled. Are you coming or going back to New York?” I direct the question to CK, unsure of what Sebastian’s plans are.
“Of course. I go where you go,” he says.
“And I go where you go,” Sebastian says to CK.
“What about Jess? I thought you wanted her nowhere near L.A. until she was under control.”
“I don’t. However, my desire to go home outweighs any concern I have for her.”
“Home?” Xane says from behind me, having Astraported in microseconds before.
“Do you mind?” CK says. “This is a private discussion, not to mention the sheer lack of manners for just barging in.”
“Well, I do own the place,” he says. He dismisses CK and turns back to me. “Home?” he prompts.
“Los Angeles.”
“Fine. I’m in,” he says casually.
“Erm, no, you are not. You aren’t coming,” I say firmly.
“Yes, I am. I told you I would follow you,” Xane says just as firmly.
CK is about to blow two, maybe three, gaskets.
“Please, can you give us a minute in private?” I say to him.
“No.”
“CK, please,” I say to him.