“Fuck, Dev, please, baby. I need you inside me,” I beg him. He can’t resist me and crawls up over me. He kisses me and I lick his lips as he moans. He pushes himself inside me and I gasp into his mouth. He pulls my legs up around his waist, so that he is now deeper inside me.
“Come for me, Lizzie,” he whispers desperately. “I need to feel you.” It doesn’t take me long to comply, until I’m throbbing around him. I roll us over, needing some control over him. “Yes, baby. Ride me,” he says, pulling roughly on my hips. I pull him up by his shoulders and wrap my legs around him. Chest to chest, I am as close to him as I can get now. He is reveling in my nearness. I drop my fangs and he tilts his head. I sink slowly, slowly to him building up the anticipation as I graze him gently before biting down hard.
“Fuck, Liz,” he cries out as I suckle slowly on him.
I continue to move over him slowly, not wanting to rush this now, not wanting this intimacy to end. He pulls my wrist up and starts to feed from me, the rush of desire is intense as we feed from each other at the same time and as expected we come together in perfect sync. I retract my fangs, licking up the blood from the slow bite and he shivers. He keeps my head down as he bites down on my neck and feeds deeply. Pulling back, he sighs. I kiss him, tasting my own blood. Still not ready to call it quits on this encounter, I start to move again over him. It takes him all of a second to be ready for me again and this time flips us back over and he slowly makes love to me. I can feel our bond and I cling to him, remembering the last time we were together when I was Xerxei, and I felt nothing. I think he is remembering to as he grips me back just as tightly.
“I love you,” he murmurs as he pulses in and out of me, bringing me to the edge and pulling me back repeatedly until I want to grab him and fuck him until I get my release. But I don’t. We both need this, and it is worth the wait, as when I do come, it is a multiple orgasm that rips through me twice before he lets himself go.
Breathing heavily, he collapses next to me on the bed. “Now that is more like it,” he says gruffly, and I chuckle.
“Oh, yes indeed.” I push my dark hair out of my face and lean on his chest, my head on my hands. “Now, can we talk?”
“No,” he says. “I know you told me that to make me feel better but honestly while it did for a bit, the more I thought about it, it really doesn’t.”
“Devon, I…”
“No, Lizzie. Don’t.” He rubs his face with his hand. “I’m such an idiot. I didn’t think it was what you wanted.”
“I always wanted it. It was our plan. I asked you to ask me again after you woke up. When you didn’t, I assumed it was because you didn’t want to.”
“I really don’t want to talk about this,” he says, and I sigh. He’s doing it again, just brushing it under the carpet.
“Fine. If and when you ever want to, know that I will discuss it with you. Like adults,” I huff, and he chuckles at me.
“You sound more like your sire, every day.”
“I don’t know whether to take that as a compliment or not,” I joke.
“I’m not sure if I mean it as one or not,” he jokes back.
We lie in silence for a few minutes and then both turn to the door as we hear it open. I know it isn’t Cole as I would have sensed him, so it comes as no surprise that it is Jess. She must have heard us at some point being in the room next door.
“Devon?” she asks, desperate for him to explain why he is in bed with me. “Who is this?” she asks boldly as he just glares at her. I realize that she won’t recognize me as Elizabeth, so I grab my long hair and pull it over my shoulder to show her my ever present – even in my Shifts – Dragon tattoo. Her eyes go wide as she realizes who I am.
“This is Elizabeth,” Devon says. “My sire. My real sire,” he adds, and she looks like she might cry again.
I glance quickly at the clock: 5:45 AM. “I’m going to use your shower. Leave you to talk,” I say. He grabs me before I climb out of bed and kisses me.
“Don’t think this lets you off the hook for a make-up session on Friday,” he murmurs.
I reply, “I wouldn’t dream of it.” I climb off the bed, naked, much to Jess’s embarrassment and I Shift back to Liv. “Cade will be along shortly to escort you back to the room. Be quick in here.” She just stares back at me as I stalk past her to Devon’s bathroom and close the door. I turn the taps on and step in the shower and decide to eavesdrop, you know, just while I’m in here.
“She… she looks like me,” Jess says, her voice cracking.
“No,” Devon growls. “You look like her. Don’t ever forget that.”
Oh, Devon. I sigh, but I know he is annoyed that our time together has ended. I would have preferred a bit longer myself.
“Look, Cade is going to be here any second. Just go with him and think about what I said yesterday. I will come and see you later. Just remember to drink.” And with that he dismisses her, leaving her to her own devices. This isn’t going to end well. I get out of the shower and dry off, changing quickly into sweats and a vest, pinning my hair up. I exit the bathroom and shake my head at Devon. “You should go with her.”
“Not today. Too much to do before we leave tonight. Remember, I had shitloads to do yesterday. If she is in the room, she will be fine.”
I wouldn’t say that, exactly. All it will do is contain her while she goes on a rage-fueled shitfit. Oh, well. I suppose I will have to go check on her later. I have shitloads to do myself today. I decide to start with Dawn. I kiss Devon goodbye and go off in search of her. Cole will find me when he wakes, so I’m not unduly worried about going to him first.
The door to her bedroom is slightly ajar. I knock and push it open. “Dawn?” I call out. “Oh, shit!” I put my hand up over my eyes, “Sorry, sorry. The door was open. Please carry on.” I back out of the room, closing the door with a loud bang as I try to forget what I just saw. Seems her infatuation with my husband hasn’t stopped her from pursuing Scott. I clear my throat and suppress the smile that is tugging at my lips and go off to find Cole now that Dawn is being seen to. I push open the door to our bedroom and come to a halt. Cole is straddling Jess in the middle of our bedroom floor, his hand at her throat. “Try that again and I will try my hand at this whole ripping people’s heads off thing,” he growls at her.
“Cole, sweetie? What are you doing?” I ask in bewilderment.