She snickers but then says, “I’m still so mad at you, but I am glad you’re here.”
He holds his hand out to her with a small smile, palm up, and she takes it gratefully, gripping his fingers tightly and she pulls on his energy slowly and he feels it leave him. It is so sensual it makes him want to push her up against the wall and take her right now. He doesn’t think she knows how it makes him feel. It’s no wonder that Xane always wants to do this with her. It also makes him wonder why Constantine doesn’t. She lets him go and he can see she feels a bit better.
They have reached her room by now and he ushers her in, closing the door quickly. She has her fangs down and is on him before he has reached up to pull his shirt down. She rips it off him and climbs up him. He circles her with his arms to hold her up high enough to get to his neck. She sinks her fangs into him, and he leans back against the door to brace himself. She is starving and this is going to be one Hell of a draining. She goes beyond the limit and he slowly lowers them to the floor. She is squirming on his lap, getting him all riled up and in a fit of lust he runs his hands up under her gown. She groans as she feels what his hands do to her and snaps her fangs back suddenly before she plunges her blood-covered tongue into his mouth. Oh, wow is the only thought that goes through his head as she devours him with her teeth, her tongue, and her lips. Her hands claw at him and he takes full advantage of it, only hating himself just a little bit because of it. She wants him and he loves her. He is not saying “no” under any circumstances. She is wiggling about, moving against him. She makes a noise of frustration and pulls away. Sebastian wails in his head because she is no longer kissing him, and he opens his eyes to see her struggling with her gown.
“Help me,” she growls at him and he blinks in surprise.
“Can’t you just magick it off?” he asks.
“Does it look like I can?” she snarls. “It is unpredictable, sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t,” she adds a bit gentler and he hides his smile as he reaches up to remove her crown. He then pulls on the laces at the back of her gown, entwining them with his fingers and pulling outwards so they loosen. As much as he loves modern-day dress, all tiny skirts and tight-fitting tops that show off a woman’s best assets, there is nothing as sexy as a laced-up gown. When you loosen the ties and it falls away revealing what is underneath, it is enough to make his mouth water. Especially when it is her. She hasn’t changed her body at all, only her hair and her eyes. Her perfect tits are the same as he remembers. Her nipples are like rosebuds, beckoning him to suck on them. She pulls her arms free of the gown and runs her hands through his hair as she pulls him close to her. He takes her in his mouth, and she makes a little mewling sound, which makes his cock ache to be inside her. He runs his hands down her ribcage and around her back to her very sexy ass. He grabs it and she pushes her body further into him. His arms engulf her tiny frame and he likes the feeling of protecting her. He forgets all about everyone else as she climbs off him and steps out of the gown, pulling him up when she’s discarded it.
She leads him to the bed, and he watches her crawl onto it as he undresses. He wants nothing more than to be inside her, pounding away until he releases himself into her. But he is not a selfish lover. He wants her to be dripping wet for him, because of him. Teasing her, touching her, kissing every inch of her.
Oh, gods, his cock jumps in response to those thoughts. She sees it and eyes him hungrily. She wants him as much as he wants her. With just a fleeting thought to their sire, knowing they are betraying him by being like this together, Sebastian climbs onto the bed in front of her and his body reacts to her. It is like a fire running through his veins and he can feel the markings on his back start to swirl.
This has only ever happened the one other time that they were together like this. It didn’t even happen when he was with the Other her. It tickles, like a soft caress. Her own markings, that are now complete and absolutely beautiful, start the same swirling as she reaches for him. They both gasp as the current of electricity flows through them as they touch and then he can’t hold back any longer. He kisses her, pulling her to him and under him as he pushes her back to the bed.
He wanted to take his time with her, to give her pleasure before he took his own, but he can’t. He cannot stop himself from entering her, but he needn’t have worried. She is completely ready for him, lifting her hips to meet him, just as eager to have him inside her as he is to be inside her. She soaks him with her desire, and he groans in response, sliding all the way into her. Sebastian wants to feed from her as he takes her, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t want to take anything from her that will cause her any weakness here. She doesn’t realize this is a hostile place for her to be, and he is fairly certain her father won’t defend her should she find herself in trouble. He has seen the way his sons, he doesn’t think of them as her brothers, look at her.
A mixture of disgust and yet desire. She said she trusts the youngest, Trystan, but he doesn’t trust any of them. Never, ever trust a Faerie. He must remember to tell her that, he thinks to himself before all other thoughts go out of his head as she rolls them over and starts to ride him. He pulls on her ass to get her even closer to him, she steadies herself with her hands on his chest. She is just as lost in him as he is in her and she comes around him in pulsing waves, which sets off his own. He releases himself into her with a loud groan and then his eyes flick quickly to hers, as hers do to his. She jumps off him, quick as lightning, but it is too late. She holds her hand up and he bites his lip.
“Shit!” she whispers. “Shit. Seb.”
Sebastian doesn’t answer her, as he has nothing to say. Well, nothing she wants to hear, anyway. This was an honest mistake, he had totally forgotten about the prophesized baby, and so had she. However, he can’t say that he would be disappointed if she did get pregnant. Then she would be his and there isn’t anything anyone – not even their sire – could do about it. She is staring at him in growing panic, so he tries to reassure her. “Livvie, I am still certain that this is not going to happen. We are still Vampires, regardless of our Fae heritage.”
She doesn’t look convinced and he knows it is because she thinks she is able to reproduce. “But what if?” she asks him.
He shrugs, what does she want from him? “Then we deal,” he says.
“That’s all you have to say?” she asks him angrily.
“Look, the odds are against this, but even if it did happen. Is it so bad?” he asks her and her eyes blaze with fury. “We are supposed to be together,” he adds, sitting up and taking her hand. She pulls away from him.
“What about our sire?” she asks quietly, and he frowns at her.
“I was under the impression that you never wanted to see him again after what happened,” Sebastian ventures cautiously. He is stepping out of the frying pan here, and into the blazing flames of Hell, because he is also reminding her of his role in all of this.
Her face goes cold and she climbs off the bed and pulls on a robe. He sighs and curses himself, but this had to be dealt with. He is surprised she was so happy to see him in the first place.
“Oh, yes. That reminds me of an arse-kicking that needs to be issued,” she says with her back to him as she ties her robe tightly. “I suggest you start to explain yourself.”
He also climbs off the bed and gets dressed. “He asked me to do it. I wanted him to be happy, so I did it,” he says, and she glares at him, her violet eyes crackling with an anger that he has never borne witness to from her and hopes never to again.
“That’s it? That’s your whole explanation?” she hisses at him.
“Pretty much,” he says. “There is nothing more in it than that from my side. If you want more, y
ou need to ask him.”
“Oh, have no fear that I will be asking him that and a whole lot more,” she says.
He can hear her teeth grinding from where he stands. “Tell me, what you were asking me to do?”
Sebastian hesitates and she steps forward, murder on her mind. He opens his mouth to betray his sire, because he just can’t lie to her anymore. “He wanted you to leave Cole. Just as a wife, not as a sire. He wants you desperately, Liv. I have never seen him like this. Everything he has done for you and given you. All he wanted was for you to be his.”
“He said he would wait,” she says stiffly. “It is no excuse.”
“I know. He had every intention of waiting at the beginning, he really did, but as his feelings overwhelmed him, he wanted more. He tried to fight for you, but when you blackmailed him into backing off, he got desperate.”