“L iv?” he queries as I just continue to stare at him. He trails his hand down my stomach, circling little patterns with this thumb as he waits for me to respond.
“Will you know the second he comes back?” I ask with a frown.
“Yes,” he says.
“Fine. It is, after all, your benefit for keeping your trap shut. Who am I to argue?”
“Now that is more like it,” he says as he cups my face now and helps me sit upright. I scoot to the edge of the pool and he stands, his unbuttoned wet shirt clinging to him in a very sexy manner has my eyes roaming over him. He kisses me and I place my hands on his chest in a reflexive motion to push him away, but he murmurs, “You agreed on kissing.”
I pull away again and he takes my head in his hands. “Livvie. I need this, please,” he begs me as he drops his mouth to mine again. He trails his hands down my sides and into the bows keeping my bikini bottoms together. He pulls on them and it falls away.
“Sebastian,” I start.
“I won’t touch you. I want to see you touch yourself. That’s all,” he whispers and continues to kiss me. He pushes my hand where he wants it and pulls away. He stares intently into my eyes and a flash of warning goes up, but I forget why as he murmurs something to me, which I don’t quite follow.
“Liv? Would you Shift for me?” he asks, pulling his gaze from mine as he plants little kisses on me.
“To what?” I ask.
“Xerxei,” he whispers wickedly.
“What?” I push him away. “No.”
“Please,” he begs. “Oh, gods, I want to feel her against me.”
I’m quite insulted now, not to mention a bad feeling I have about this. Something is off. Very off, but I can’t place my finger on it.
“No,” I say again and push him away.
“Please,” he whispers. “You are so sexy. Let me look into those beautiful blue eyes as you please yourself.”
I know I must be positively scowling at him by now. “No.”
He moves my hand back to where he wants it. “It’s okay,” he murmurs, and we are back on track. I push it aside as I just can’t get my head around why I am refusing so profusely.
I feel his hand against mine as I move, almost as if he was imagining doing it himself.
“Seb, no,” I protest as his fingers brush lightly over me.
He murmurs to me again, that intent look is back, boring into my eyes. I don’t understand what he is saying to me. I shake my head to clear it. “What are you saying?” I ask him.
“I want you,” he whispers and kisses me. He pushes his finger inside me, joining mine in bringing me pleasure and I don’t protest further. His touch is incredible, and I want it. I wrap my legs around him, knowing this is beyond a bad idea and he groans as he shoves another of his fingers inside me with mine. “Oh, gods, yes. I can feel you vibrating. I know you are close,” he whispers as I move against him.
“Bite me now. Quickly,” I say, and he complies without hesitation. As soon as his fangs sink into me, I come, and he bites harder as he tastes it.
“Fuck, yes,” he says as he pulls back. “Your turn.”
I push his hand to himself and pull away. He has no complaints as he strokes himself, his eyes on mine, growing ever greener and darker as he gets more aroused at me watching him. He pushes my head to his neck. “Feed,” he rasps harshly. I drop my fangs and drink deeply from him. “Oh, fuck,” he says as he comes and I feel the rush, tenfold, pouring into my mouth. Christ, but he tastes so good. I reluctantly pull back and retract my fangs. He cups my face with both hands and speaks slowly and quietly to me. I take in every word as he says it and then I forget it. “Next time, Liv,” he says, “I want you to come to me. I want to take you to my bed and make love to you. I want to show you what I can do to you, what I can make you feel. I want you willing and wanting. I want us to feed from each other as we come together. You will want this and do this with no guilt. You will not tell your husband and you will not tell our sire. Do you understand me?” I nod blankly at him. I don’t know what he has said to me, but it is something I must agree to.
“Très bien,” he says. He chucks me under my chin, and I blink at him. “He is a lucky man,” he says as he climbs out of the pool and helps me stand, “I envy him.” He bends to retrieve my discarded bikini bottoms, redoes the bows loosely and hands them to me. “He is home.”
In a flash, I have them back on and turn with a smile as I feel his presence myself.
His gaze goes from Sebastian, wet while still clothed, to me in my tiny bikini. His eyes harden as Sebastian looks back at him innocently, but he smiles at me. “Enjoying the pool, my love?”
I nod silently. Is that all he has to say? Can’t say this looks altogether innocent even though we haven’t been caught doing anything but standing here. He walks over to me and kisses me. He must taste Sebastian’s blood in my mouth as he swishes his tongue over mine, but he doesn’t mention it.
“You should go and have your conversation with Jess. We can talk later,” he says, indicating that it is now nearly dark, and she will want out of the magick room.