I do as he asks, desperate to get some Vampire action from him now he has riled me up again. The waves of my orgasm hit me hard as soon as I bite down on him. His blood rushing into my mouth tastes delicious, but something isn’t right. I pull back, looking up into his eyes and yet the pain in my neck feels like he is still biting me.
“Ride me, my sweet,” he mumbles and rolls us over so that I am straddling him.
I place my hands on his chest and move my hips. I can feel his hard length sliding in and out of my slick pussy. I need to know what’s going on, but this is automatic. A deep-rooted response to fuck him, to make myself come all over his cock, to force his own pleasure to the surface. He groans, grabbing my hips to pump me harder. My heart is pounding, my mouth is dry from panting, my head is fuzzy from pleasure, my eyes are unfocused with desire, my claws are tearing into his chest. I hear a scream that doesn’t come from him, but from me.
“Aefre, stop,” he says to me through the haze of lust.
“No,” I pant, digging in deeper. Whatever this is, it hurts, but I like it. I want it.
He tears my hands away from him and the pain stops. I don’t even register why until I come again, pulsing around him in wave after wave of intense, deep pleasure. It doubles up as he orgasms too, and together we ride that wave until we crash over the edge in a surge so powerful it drains me of every last drop of energy.
I flop down onto him, trying to catch my breath. The room is spinning, making me feel nauseous.
As our hearts slow down and his hand goes into my hair, he says my name, “Aefre.”
I look up at him and I know. I know what he did to me.
“You bastard!” I spit out, pushing away from him. “You tied my life to yours! Now everything you feel; I feel it too!” I am beyond mad. How could he do this to me?
“I did what I had to, to protect you,” he says, pulling me back onto him. “And yes, it might have backfired, because I can feel everything that happens to you as well.”
“Humph,” I mutter, crossing my arms as a wicked thought occurs to me. “So, if I go and fuck Devon now, you’ll feel it?” I ask triumphantly.
He closes his eyes in pain. “Probably,” he admits, sheepishly.
“Good!” I yell in his face and then march over to pick up whatever clothes are lying on the floor and pull them on. He just lies there, not happy with this situation.
I spin on my heel and storm out of the room, determined to be a bitch and to find Devon post haste. Trouble is, I am so spent, I can barely walk, let alone have a go around with my sex-fueled charge. I chew my lip and that’s when the
thought occurs to me that if CK ever decided to have sex with someone other than me, I would also feel it. That makes me feel even more nauseous. I know he has said he is true, but what if he is lying. I don’t think I could bear to find out in that way. And it isn’t fair to make him feel it that way either.
“Humph,” I snort again, pissed off at my grown-up attitude.
I decide to try and find Lincoln instead. I need his calming influence. And if he is still a Wolf, then no hanky-panky can occur.
I find him in front of the fire in a rarely used sitting room near the dining hall.
“Hey,” I say to him as I ruffle his ears. He gives me a doleful look but is happy to let me sit with him and stare at the roaring flames for a few minutes. I turn as I feel a presence appear and then jump to my feet as Delinda throws herself at me out of her uncle’s arms.
“Mama,” she shrieks, wrapping her little arms around my neck.
“Oh, my baby,” I weep into her soft hair, taken aback by her sudden appearance. “You’re here.”
“Just for a visit,” Dracul says quickly, lest I get the impression she is back for good.
I give him a fierce stare and then turn my eyes back to my daughter. She looks older. Not by much, but by enough and it breaks my heart. “You are growing up,” I point out.
She shrugs and fiddles with my hair. “You look different,” she says, giving me a studious look. “Uncle D told me what happened.”
Again, I fix him with a death stare and he, at least, has the grace to look sheepish about that. I should have been the one to tell her we are no longer alike.
I nod, sadly. “Yes, it has been a difficult time. But you aren’t to worry about any of it. I am just fine.”
Her worried face relaxes at my platitude, not having enough experience to know it is just that. “To’Kah said you would be,” she says with a reassuring nod.
“To-To’Kah?” I repeat incredulously. Finn? What is he doing talking to my daughter about me?
“Yes, To’Kah is now Delinda’s Guardian,” Dracul hastily interjects before I can explode on the spot.