“Not yet,” he says and my eyes flash at his denial of me. He whispers, “I want this to last. I want you crazy with desire for me.”
“Baby, I am always crazy with desire for you. You turn me on in ways I can only dream about.”
“Mm, yes. I love hearing you say that.” He continues his steady pulsing in and out and I am getting wetter by the minute. He can feel it too as he closes his eyes in restraint. He doesn’t make me wait too much longer, not that I can hold out much longer anyway, as he pulls my legs back up slowly, closing them, thus forcing himself even further into me and forcing me tighter around him.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out as I come in an explosion around him and he groans but to his credit carries on until my ankles are resting on his shoulders. He grabs my hips and pulls me onto him as he speeds up his pounding into me until I have no choice but to come again and then he follows suit with a loud rumble.
“Oh, fuck, Liv,” he says as he collapses on top of me, hands on either side of my head, as he kisses me. I pull him to me and we just kiss. For the longest time.
I roll us over when he is ready for me again, his Shifter stamina not quite as strong as our Vampire one. I sit us up as I lower myself onto him. “I love having you inside me,” I murmur against his lips. “I love how we connect so perfectly together.”
He whimpers again at me and I revel in it. Revel in bringing this man, so strong, so capable and so enormous, to his knees. I drop my fangs against his mouth, and he pulls my head back and just looks at me, all Vamped out, with a look of such adoration I almost want to cry.
“Bite me,” he rasps harshly.
I duck my head to his neck and pierce his flesh with a quick snap of my jaw. His blood is most delicious. I didn’t really get to taste it much during the whole Alpha-Pairing thing. Had I remembered what he tastes like, I would have insisted on biting him again sooner. He moans as he brings his hand to my clit and starts to play with me as I move over him gently so as not to disturb my fangs. I am unclear on his healing reaction time and it wouldn’t do to rip his neck open without some clue. I retract my fangs and swipe my tongue slowly over the puncture marks noting with relief that they are healing much the same as a Vampire’s would. “Oh, baby. You taste so good,” I mutter as I start to speed up my movements and he continues to circle my clit. I feel a double rush of pleasure shoot through me as he clamps his own set of sharp teeth down on me, raking his claws down my arms in the process.
Motherfucker. His bite is sharp and sweet. I remember from New York only a few short weeks ago. I should point out here that he isn’t drinking my blood, per se. Shifters don’t do that. All he is doing is biting me slowly, letting his teeth break my skin
and the blood seep into his mouth.
He comes suddenly as he pulls back, and I kiss him deeply.
We both fall asleep sometime after that for a couple of hours, wrapped around each other and I dream. I know this time I am dreaming. Each time this has happened I seem to become more aware that it is in fact a dream. Or at least that something is off and it’s not quite real. This I know is a dream. I know because he tells me.
Chapter 16
I am lying on a bed, which one? It takes me a minute to figure out I am in the tower room at Lance’s Castle.
“It may be just a dream,” he says idly, “but I can still sense your fear and it is intoxicating.”
I try to move but I can’t. I am pinned in place by forces I don’t even know about.
He comes to sit next to me and peers down at me. “If you hadn’t tried to discover more about these dreams. If you had kept them to yourself and left it alone, we could have played a bit longer. You liked it at the beginning. You loved it when we made love. I do wish our sire hadn’t interrupted us when you were Emily. So pretty and I wanted to take you that way,” he sulks.
I try to speak, to tell him to fuck off, that he will never have me again, but I can’t. Nothing comes out and I am helpless. At his mercy once again. No, he isn’t Lance. He isn’t Lance. He isn’t Lance. I start my mantra and he just sighs at me. “So strong. But not strong enough.” He extends his claws as his fangs drop and he runs just one down in between my breasts, drawing blood, all the way down to my stomach. “I wish you didn’t heal,” he muses to himself. “I wish I could brand you and not have it heal.” He draws a big “L” around my belly button, and I cringe in desperation at this act that he used on me in the past. I struggle to get free of the bonds holding me, but I just can’t move an inch. He smiles cruelly at me and declares, “You won’t heal, not from this. You will have this on you all the time. For you to see every day for eternity. For all your lovers to see that I made you mine in ways they cannot.” He runs his fingers around the letter and wipes the blood away and licks his finger. I feel the blood well up again and trickle down my side. I am not healing. This is just a dream. I will wake up and it won’t be there. Oh, Constantine, please help me. Please get me to wake up.
“He won’t come for you,” Lance says confidently. “He can’t hear you calling to him. Just like he couldn’t hear you last time.” He trails his claws down lower and I try to push my legs closer together as I know what he is going to do. He chuckles at me and pushes my legs open. “I have been trying to help you, my dear,” he says as he flicks his claws over me, and I wince. “I have been trying to show you what our sire is really like. What he is doing to you. For some reason, you don’t seem to remember the visions.” He frowns. “Do you not remember what he did to Vivienne?” he asks before he plunges his fist full of claws forcefully into me, ripping me apart and breaking my pelvic bone in the process of such a violent assault to me. I scream out loud now. I scream at the top of my voice, “Constantine, please help me! Please, please help me!”
I am pulled into a sitting position by my sire, with Lincoln’s hand at my back. “Aefre!” he says to me desperately. “What is it?”
I blink at him and quickly look down, bringing my hand first to my, thank the old gods, unscathed stomach and then in between my legs where I am also unharmed.
“What did he do to you?” he says quietly as he watches my hand cup myself protectively and I magick up a blanket to wrap around myself. This action has them both overly concerned and they both shuffle back, giving me a bit of space.
“Nothing,” I say shortly, not wanting to relive the horror.
“Aefre…” Constantine starts but Lincoln shushes him.
“Leave her be.” He risks putting his hand on my shoulder in a comforting gesture and I reach up to pat his hand.
“I’m fine. Just give me a minute.”
They both nod and head out to the sitting room. I curl up in a ball on the bed and cry. I try to muffle my sobs with the soft blanket but they both have super hearing and know what I am doing. I can sense them both hovering at the doorway and I Astral myself into the shower. Still with the blanket wrapped around me, I turn on the jets. I turn the hot tap all the way up and even though the steam is coming thick and fast from the scalding water, I can barely feel the warmth. I sit and just let the water pound down onto me. Xane. I need Xane. I can feel his heat and right now my soul is completely shattered, and I need healing. Within seconds he is at my side, hissing at the heat from the water but pulling me to him anyway and wrapping his arms around me. I relax. I can feel the heat seeping into me now. It is searing as he is burning under the boiling water and I flick my hand up to turn it down to midway. “Sorry,” I mumble.
“Don’t be. What is going on?”
“I just needed to feel you.”