“I don’t know. I guess it never occurred to me because of changing to a Wolf,” I say, confused.
“But you knew you had to change into a D
ragon,” he points out.
“That was different. I am Dragon. I didn’t realize I was also Wolf.”
“You are all of us now, Liv,” he says lightly. I guess he is right.
“I will be everything you need me to be,” I say to him and he nods.
“Good. I can’t wait. We will be in London at the next full moon. We will be American Werewolves in London!” he lets out with a loud guffaw and I bash him to keep quiet as Cole is still sleeping.
“Well, you maybe. I shall be an English Werewolf in London,” I say haughtily to which he snorts in amusement.
“Either way, we need to think of where we can go and also who you are supposed to be with that night.”
I nod again, serious. “I will.”
He nods too. “Good. If you are sure you are okay, I will head back to bed.”
“Me too,” I say, glancing at his watch which only says 3:30 AM. I couldn’t have been asleep all that long until that horrible dream woke me up.
“I’ll see you in a few,” he says. I kiss him quickly and head back to bed where I immediately get pulled into Cole’s embrace in his sleep. I want him desperately, but I am also so tired. I lean forward to kiss him but yawn instead and flop down on his chest completely worn out from the Shift and no blood for a long time.
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED SIXTY-TWO
I ’m back at Ponte. Only this time, I am in a different room. One further down from mine. Just as lavish but modernized, unlike mine. My eyes land on the three of them in the middle of the huge bed and I resist the urge to throw up. All three are naked and quite aroused, I must have missed part of the proceedings, I think irrationally. What am I doing here? And why can no one see me or hear me?
“Constantine,” I call out desperately as he sinks his fangs into Vivienne’s wrist. He pauses slightly as if he has heard me but then continues with his task. Sebastian is suckling at her other wrist and she is in heaven.
I watch in horror as Constantine lowers his left hand to her neck and agonizingly slowly, he rakes his claws down her throat, down her chest, across her breasts. She cries out in a mix of pleasure and pain. Sebastian silences her with a kiss as she writhes under the torturous touch. Constantine continues to drag his claws down her slowly, in deep cuts that are bleeding profusely and so slow to heal due to the depth of the wounds. Christ, she must be in agony, I think as I watch, unable to tear my eyes away. Sebastian pulls back from his kiss and she gasps loudly as Constantine’s claws gouge into her stomach and lower, finishing just above her pubic bone. He releases his bite and turns to face her as Sebastian pours a bottle of Scotch over her cuts, she buckles under the searing pain, screaming as he holds her down. Fuck me! I know how that feels. Like acid, remembering that he did that to me last year when I tried to force his monster on me. I gulp then as the realization truly hits me. This is me witnessing his inner monster. The beast he reviles and never wants me to see. I thought it was what I wanted but I don’t. I want to unsee what I am seeing, but I can’t. I keep looking away but every time I do, I am back, faced with this horrendous scene in front of me. Constantine pulls away from her and drop his fangs again, claws extended as he lightly brushes the points over her barely healing cuts. She whimpers but the look on her face tells me she is reveling in it. Sebastian drops his mouth to her wounds and licks them, lapping at them, cleaning the blood away and speeding up the healing process. She relaxes as she starts to heal quicker, until I see something that makes me want to die on the spot. Sebastian is making him play with her. His hand is over Constantine’s. He has his claws out, nicking her delicate skin in wicked little cuts as Sebastian forces him to circle her clit. She moves against their hands, encouraging them and with a low, feral growl that rumbles deeply around the room, Constantine inserts two fingers inside her, ripping her apart. She screams. A horrible sound of pleasure coupled with pain. I back away, still trying to look away, but I can’t. Lance truly did learn from his sire. Our sire. This was one of his more painful sexual acts on me, but Vivienne must be in beyond agony now as Lance didn’t have the sting that Initial Vampire claws have. Constantine was right. She is strong. She does want it and she can take it. Sebastian is making him pulse in and out of her, tearing her to shreds as she begs for more. He removes his hand, shaking Sebastian’s free and Sebastian moves in between her legs. Kneeling in front of her, he licks her, healing her slightly before he lifts her hips and enters her, rubbing against the cuts, in what I know will be like salt on a wound. Constantine stands up and moves over. Sebastian inserts him, rock hard, into his mouth. Vivienne moans in delight as she is abused, tortured, by these two men who are now finding their own pleasure. One of whom I love more than anything in this world. He comes quickly with a loud groan filled with anguish and desperation, not pleasure. Sebastian grabs his wrist and pulls him even closer, sinking his fangs into him as he continues his vicious onslaught to Vivienne. Again, I try to look away but this time due to the intimacy between Sebastian and Constantine. I have never seen it before. Sire and charge of the same gender and I have often wondered how they express their love for each other. Clearly in this case, it is through a shared experience. It is also clear that this isn’t their first rodeo together. And certainly, not with her. Every movement is planned, Constantine inflicts the pain and Sebastian eases it, takes it away. I dread to think what it is I missed at the beginning. She basks now under the final ministrations of Sebastian, an extreme orgasm ripping through her. He comes as well and Constantine sinks his fangs into Sebastian, feeding deeply from him. One thing has been made abundantly clear to me throughout this ordeal. For Constantine, this has absolutely nothing to do with sex. For him, it’s all about the pain.
I wake up and heave over the side of the bed. Nothing comes up, though, as I haven’t eaten in, I can’t remember how long, and it has been hours since I drank any blood.
The sound of my dry retching wakes Cole and he holds back my hair in an oddly human reaction which calms me somewhat.
“Liv, baby. What is it?” he asks, concerned.
I pant and wipe my hand over my mouth, reaching for the water on the bedside cabinet, noting it is a little before six in the morning. I drink the whole bottle as Cole strokes my hair and I relax a bit.
“Liv?” he presses when I finish.
“A bad dream,” I say. “A very, very bad dream.” The thought of it makes me want to start heaving again but I push it down. What the fuck? Why would I dream of them? And them doing something so disgusting? And why would it follow on from the one I had before? Wait? Did it? I can’t remember exactly.
“What was it about?” Cole asks.
I think about it for a moment. “Erm…” It is starting to fade to a black hole of nothing. “I can’t remember,” I say finally.
“Liv, you can tell me,” Cole says quietly. “There isn’t anything you can’t share with me.”
“I know, baby. Really, I can’t remember.” The harder I try the less I come up with. Something to do with Ponte is all I have. I sigh and push Cole down to the bed, snuggling against him. Finding comfort in him. I soon forget all about the dreams I can’t remember as he strokes my back and my Dragon flits across from side to side, following his hand. I giggle as it tickles. “Turn around,” he says. I do as he asks, and he pushes me slightly away so that he can stroke Her. I feel the glow coming from Her as She luxuriates under his touch.
“I love you so much,” he whispers.
I turn in his arms and kiss him. “I love you. Make love to me.”
He doesn’t need asking twice as he kisses me, leaving me, as promised, breathless and wanting more.