His martyr act is really starting to get up Xane’s nose. Why Liv can’t see what Cade is doing frustrates him. He is leading her on a merry dance with his whole only-you-can-feed-me bullshit.
“You disapprove of her helping her charge?” Constantine asks idly as he sits.
“I disapprove of his methods,” Xane says and Constantine, to his surprise, chuckles.
“Indeed,” he murmurs.
Xane watches him look up towards the door and he knows Liv is on the other side. She opens the door and steps in looking like a goddess. His Demon goddess. His mouth drops open as he takes her in. She is as Xerxei, with her dark hair swept up on top of her head, dressed in a royal blue satin halter dress that doesn’t leave her curves under wraps.
“Too much?” she says, doing a little twirl.
“Just enough,” he breathes like a fool and steps forward to take her hand to kiss it.
“My sweet,” Constantine says and holds out his hand to her.
Xane is filled with rage when she lets go of him and walks towards her sire.
“You look ravishing,” he whispers to her and kisses her in a blatant show of disrespect. Xane watches as she kisses him back, not realizing that she is stabbing him in the heart. She can do whatever she likes when she is Liv, but she is Xerxei now. She is his Demon wife, and no one gets to touch her like that expect him. He clenches his fists as Constantine lifts his index finger and runs the back of it inside her dress and over her nipple. She gasps and then steps back, flustered. Constantine smiles at her and Xane knows deep down that he has been there with her like this. He steps forward to do some serious damage now that she has been defiled. All he wanted was this one thing that was just his, and that has been taken away from him by a Vampire. He wonders who else has had a turn with her and his vision goes blurry. Xerxei takes his hand and links their fingers together.
“Shall we?” she says, oblivious to his near meltdown.
He can’t speak. His throat is so tight, so he just nods grimly and Astraports them off.
She looks surprised when they land in his office at home. “What are we doing in here?” she asks.
“This,” he growls at her and pushes her up against the desk in a fierce kiss that leaves her breathless.
“Oh,” she gasps and doesn’t resist him when he lifts the long skirt of her gown up above her hips. As expected, she is free and his fingers go straight into her, feeling the hot, wet softness fold around him.
“Yes,” he says and struggles to undo his damn pants. They fall heavily to the floor, his sword clanging loudly, and she reaches for him. As soon as her fingers touch him, he starts to come. He can’t help it. He hasn’t been touched in months and he feels like he is going to die. He manages to get himself inside her before he ruins her dress and he finishes with a loud groan. He hears her stifled chuckle and he glares down at her, but he can’t be angry with her for laughing at him. He is a desperate loser and he doesn’t care.
“Sorry,” he says with a devilish grin. “Couldn’t help myself.”
“No worries,” she says easily. “In fact, it’s rather flattering.”
“Oh?” he asks archly. “Fancy yourself there a bit, don’t you?”
“I fancy you,” she says seductively, and he takes her again, this time ensuring she is well and truly satisfied before he lets go.
“Better?” he pants in her ear before he withdraws and bends to pull his pants back up.
“Mm, much,” she says as she summons up a royal blue pair of lacey panties. He watches her with interest, as she has never been bothered with underwear much in the past. But then she says something so erotic he thinks he is going to come again in his pants.
“I want to feel your wetness against my pussy for this entire party,” she says as she wiggles into the panties. He drops to his knees in front of her and presses his mouth against the damp, lacey fabric already saturated with the product of both of their pleasure. “Fuck me, Xerxei. You bring me to my knees.”
“Good,” she says with a wicked smile. “Now, let’s get this show on the road.” She helps him rise and he kisses her hand. “Oh,” she adds. “Your mother had be
tter not be out there or I won’t be held responsible for my actions.”
“Don’t worry about her,” he says. “I tore strips off her. She won’t be attending.”
She blinks once, then twice, and he sees her visibly swallow. “Do you mean…?”
“Literally? Yes, I do,” he says and watches for her reaction.
“Oh,” she responds faintly, but he won’t apologize. His mother betrayed him, and she had to pay. He takes her by the arm and then like the weak-assed fool that he is, adds, “She will be fine in a couple of days.” He could curse himself. Since when does he ever defend his actions to anyone?
Xerxei relaxes, though, and that is why he said it, but it doesn’t stop him from feeling like a stupid little lamb. He leads her out of the office and across the foyer to the ballroom. The doors are open, and they step into a crowded room filled with Demonic High Society.