by Eve Newton
“I love that way you look at me,” he says as he crawls back on the bed and over me. He puts his hands in the crooks of my elbows and pushes me into the bed. He pins me down with his weight and enters me slowly. I wiggle to gain some leeway, but he says, “No. Don’t move,” before he kisses me lightly. I wiggle again to move with him, but he says again, “Stop moving.”
He speeds up his movements and comes quickly as he still kisses me, leaving me not only wanting but wondering what this is. Some kind of fetish I don’t know about, obviously.
“Cole…”
“Shut up,” he growls at me as he drops his fangs and feeds from me, lifting me up by the shoulders, twisting my arms painfully and biting down roughly.
I am too startled to say anything. I can’t even remember the last time someone told me to shut up. In those exact words, anyway.
He pulls back and stares at me as he retracts his fangs. “So vulnerable,” he says again as he impales me again, pinning me down with his weight and his hands on my hips to stop me from moving. I growl at him as he is just taking advantage now, holding me in place while he fucks me for his own pleasure.
He silences me with a rough kiss and comes again with a loud grunt as he shoves himself further into me.
Well, I said I would stay in place, but I am not having this so I squirm against the ties and Shift so my claws can slice through them.
“No.” He stops me with his hands on mine. “You said I could take any liberty with you and that you would stay in place.”
“That was before you held me down and fucked me,” I snap at him.
“Is it so wrong to want complete control over you, just once?” he snaps back. “I put up with a lot of shit from you so you will let me do this. You will let me have complete control over you and you won’t enjoy it.”
What? I must stare at him in horror as his face softens and I can see him reevaluate his plan. But then he shakes his head and the hard mask falls back in place. “Don’t look so shocked,” he says quite unpleasantly, especially for Cole. “I am tired of everyone else getting you exactly as they want you. It’s my turn.”
“And you want me tied up and helpless while you fuck me. There’s a word for that,” I snarl at him.
“Use that word and so help me God, Liv, I will slap you so hard you will feel it for a week,” he snarls back at me and I stare at him, mouth agape. Although, his assertive self is turning me on now in ways I didn’t know were possible and I feel myself get wet in response to his threat. “That isn’t what this is,” he says quietly. “I love you. Just once, I want to be the one with all of the control. And besides which, you are hardly helpless.”
His blue-gray eyes find mine in earnest and I lose any anger or shock at his behavior. He must see me go pliant as he smiles, a wicked curve to his perfect lips. He inserts two fingers into me. A slow pulsing and then he brings them up to my mouth. “Taste us,” he whispers as he shoves his fingers through my lips. I lap at his fingertips, nipping them gently and he growls at me. “Put your fangs away.” He drops to kiss me, swishing his tongue around my mouth, tasting us on his own tongue with a small moan. I wiggle in response and he pulls back, lifts my hips, and gives me a swift slap on my backside. “I said don’t move.”
“Do I have your undivided attention?” he asks suddenly.
I nod, demurely.
“Good. I want you to take me Hunting,” he says, and my eyes widen as I take in his words. I open my mouth to protest but he continues, “I am prepared, and I am ready. I want to know what it feels like.”
“Cole, no…” I start but he shoves his tongue in my mouth to stop me speaking.
“I told you back in L.A. you aren’t being an equal-opportunities sire. You owe me the full experience.”
I owe him? The chance to go and kill somebody?
I shake my head. “No, Cole. I don’t want that for you.”
“Tough shit. You don’t get to decide.”
“Oh, yes, I do. I am your sire and I will not let you do this.”
“You will or I will find someone else who will.”
“Cole!” I exclaim.
“Liv, I want to do this. You said you would do anything.”
“Not that, baby. You will regret it,” I plead with him, still tied to the four corners of the bed. Not exactly the most dignified bargaining position.
“I won’t. I told you I am prepared.”
“It isn’t that easy to get away with it,” I say, trying a different tactic. “What if you got caught?”
“So, find me a murderer down a back alley,” he says and shrugs.
This is all sounding a bit too familiar to the conversation I had with my own sire just a few days ago. I wonder if The Thirteen is behind this attitude?
“Cole. You are not being yourself.”
“I think I am being perfectly myself. You just haven’t given me the chance to be the real me.”
“The real you? Are you crazy?” I shriek at him. I extend my claws again and this time I slice through the ties and they fall away. Slashing through the ones binding my ankles, I round on him and say, “I will not let you do this.”
“I told you, you don’t have a choice.”
“Cole.”
“Liv.”
“Baby, please be reasonable.” I remember then what CK said to me and I add quietly, “If you still feel this way tomorrow, I will take you,” hoping against hope that this is The Thirteen somehow manipulating him as it did to me.
“Good,” he says. “I knew you would see reason. Now I am not happy about you moving. You said you wouldn’t.”
“Then let me make it up to you.” I sidle closer to him, needing to distract him from this evil train of thought.
“No. I am not done with you yet.” He grabs one of his severed ties and frowns at it but ties my wrists together with it anyway. “Now stay where I put you,” he says, pulling me off the bed and turning me around. He pushes on my back so that I am leaning forward onto the bed. He gives me a hard slap to my arse, and I bite my lip. “You aren’t being very nice to me,” I sulk as he smacks me again, harder than before. “I may have to dish out a punishment for this,” I add as he smacks me again.
“Keep talking and I will keep at it,” he says before he shoves his huge cock inside me, gripping my hips in a vice as he fucks me hard. “You are too wet, I told you not to enjoy it,” he complains, and I have to laugh out loud at him. I think that is the first time I have ever been reprimanded for enjoying sex.
“I can’t help it, baby. You are turning me on with your assertiveness.”
Another slap to my arse makes me jump. “I told you to shut the fuck up.” He pulls out of me and shoves his cock higher up knowing that I won’t get anything out of this position. I grunt as he roughly enters me. It takes him all of a few seconds to come inside me and he is breathing heavily now with the exertion. “I am going to use you up today if it kills me, and not once will I let you come.”
I am appalled at his words. I have half a mind to tell him where to go and get myself out of this post-haste. But the other self-destructive, damaged part of me is thrilled with him. It is that part that makes me want more and I stay exactly where he put me even as he flops down onto the bed to rest.
He peers at me closely and then with a wicked grin he says, “Good girl. See to me.” I stand up straight and move over to stand in front of him. I place my bound hands on his chest and lower my mouth to him. I lick him thoroughly until he is ready again and I put him in my mouth, sliding my tongue over the tip.
He moans and sits up. “I am going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours,” he says quietly as he brushes my hair out of my face and runs his fingers over my lips. He stands and I fall to my knees. He holds my head in place as he shoves his cock into my mouth and slowly, slowly fucks me, again so I get no release. “Seeing you at my feet while I fuck your mouth is better than seeing you tied to our bed.”
There seems to be a recurring theme here between my husband,
Devon, and Lincoln. If I didn’t know better, I’d say the three of them were comparing notes.
Cole comes in quick bursts down my throat as I reach up awkwardly in my binds, to cup his balls. “Not fair. You aren’t supposed to touch me,” he says. “I wanted that to last longer.”
“Sorry, baby,” I murmur. “I wanted to taste you.” I lick my lips and he loses it. He drags me to my feet by my hair and extends his claws to slash the tie away as he kisses me, his fangs ripping into my skin. He pushes me back against the wall and lifts my leg to wrap around his waist. “I love you,” I murmur, and he closes his eyes wanting to hurt me but unable to when I utter those three words.
He drops my leg and turns me around, pushing me into the wall, pressed against me as he fondles my clit. His fingers slide inside me and my knees buckle as he rubs against my g-spot. “Please, baby. Let me come,” I whisper.
“No,” he says, pulling his fingers out again. He pulls me away from the wall and bends me over, pushing roughly on my back. I grab my ankles to keep from toppling over as he again shoves himself inside me where he knows I won’t come. I growl in frustration. He has four to my zero and I have had enough. My sire self is frustrated, my wife side is getting upset, and my Dragon is all kinds of mad. I step forward pulling him out of me and stand up straight. “Enough,” I demand in a tone like ice.
He smiles at me. “There she is,” he says softly as he brushes my face lightly. “I wondered how much more you would let me get away with before you had enough. I must admit; it was more than I thought. A lot more.”
The infuriating beast! He was playing me this entire time? Using me for his own amusement. Well, two can play at that game. In a flash of Vampire speed, I have him on his back on the floor and I am straddling him, riding him fiercely as I come loudly within seconds. I don’t give him a moment to think as I continue my pounding against him as I come again. I can tell he is close, so I stop and stand up, panting, and walk back into the bathroom and turn on the shower.
“Liv!” he calls after me, “Liv, baby. You can’t do that.”
I ignore him with a small smile and step under the stream of water, letting it run over me in small rivulets.
“Liv,” he says desperately, following me into the bathroom. “Don’t be mean.”
“You are the one who started it,” I say to him, turning my back so he doesn’t see my smile. He steps in behind me and turns me and drops to his knees under the pounding water, pressing his mouth to my clit. He sucks on me, flicking his tongue expertly over me until I come again. “Please finish me off, baby. I love you,” he whispers, and I can’t resist him any longer. I pull him up and kiss him sweetly. He lifts me against the wall and swiftly enters me. We come together in perfect harmony as the water beats down on us.
Chapter 23
“Were you playing with me the whole time?” I ask him sometime later as we lie in bed.
“No. Only after I made you suck my cock,” comes his reply.
“Made me?” I scoff. “Why did you do it?”
“I told you. I wanted to be in complete control of you. I love you and I love our sex life, but you always consume me. Even before you told me what you were, you always made me feel…”
“Feel what?” I ask.
“I want to say the word ‘less’ but that isn’t really what I mean. I can’t explain it.” He sighs.
I sit upright. “I make you feel less? Cole, why did you never say anything before?”
“Because that isn’t what I mean. And after you turned me, it seemed to be the way it was. And lest you forget I have seen you with both Devon and Constantine. I see the roles. I know you take control of Devon and Constantine takes control of you. I guess, as your husband, I just wanted to be different. I am explaining this so badly.” He rubs his hand over his face.
“But I do treat you differently. You know that. I don’t go all sire on you.”
“I know that, but you are still more powerful than me and you never let me forget it.”
“What?” I ask in genuine surprise. “How can you say that?”
“Because it’s true. Even when we make love, even when you let me make love to you there is still that little part of you that has to take control.”
I am perplexed. I didn’t know I did that. I thought I was being rather good about not doing it.
“Oh, Cole, my love. I didn’t know. You should have said something sooner.”
“I didn’t want you to get mad at me.”
“So instead you devise a plan to put me in my place?” I say dryly.
“Maybe.”
“Well, we shall be leaving this kind of play at the door,” I state firmly.
“Fine.” He sighs, disappointed.
“Fine, maybe every now and again. Like once a year,” I bend slightly, and he laughs.
“Done.”
“You know,” I say slyly, “if you took a human lover you could feel that way, powerful, all of the time. You could use her and feed from her and there would be nothing she could do about it.”
I leave that to sink in as I get up and go to get myself something to drink. I am getting quite addicted to my bloody wine cocktails and add a dash of Tabasco in this one just for an extra kick. Hm, delicious. I have always tried to stay away from the cliché of the Bloody Mary but maybe next time I will give that a go. It sounds quite tasty.
Cole takes longer than I expected to come and find me to lambast me about my remark. Only instead of a lambasting, I get a thoughtful look. “Is that why you have been pushing me to do it?” he asks.
“Part of the reason,” I shrug.
“What’s the other part? So, you don’t feel so guilty about doing it yourself?”
“Erm, no,” I say, although he kind of has a point. “It is just the way with male Vampires. Especially new ones and I am away so much of the time. I just want you looked after.”
“That is a lame answer, Liv. I would have preferred you said that you feel some guilt.” He goes about making his own bloody wine drink and to my surprise adds a dash of Tabasco to his too.
“Snap,” I murmur, and he frowns at me until he sees me looking at the drink.
He tilts his head. “You did the same?”
I nod and he says, “In perfect sync with each other. I like that.”
“Me too.”
“I will think about what you said,” he says carefully, and my eyes go to his. He is being serious and while I feel a pang of jealousy, I am glad that he is going to think it over. “But I’m not going to be forced into it, so drop it now, Liv. Please. I have heard you and I have told you I will think about it. I don’t want to talk about it again.”
“I promise.” I step forward to kiss him, but he holds up his hand.
“I meant what I said about going Hunting as well. I have thought about it since we spoke of it here when I fake drained you. And you don’t get to treat Devon any differently to me. You don’t get to decide if I am prepared or ready and you certainly don’t get to tell me what I can or can’t do.”
Wow, assertive Cole is still out in full force. I am getting all mushy again, but I just can’t agree to this.
“I love you, Cole. More than you will ever know but I can’t do this with you. I worked long and hard to evolve and if I step back and let you do this; I might as well be doing it myself.”
“So, do it yourself,” he says, and I glare at him.
“Not very supportive, my love.”
“Liv, you are a Vampire. You are Queen of the Vampires. Of all of us. You should take a leaf out of ‘other you’s’ book.”
“Cole!”
“I’m just saying.”
“You don’t know what you are saying. I won’t take you Hunting. If you want to go, you find someone else to take you.”
“Fine. Tell me which one of you still kills? Devon? Sebastian? Constantine? I am sure he still does but would never admit it to anyone. Secretive bastard.”
“I have no idea!” I yell at him, getting
quite agitated by this hideous conversation I never thought I would be having with my perfect, calm, controlled husband.
“Then I will find out. Case closed,” he says as he stalks off back to the bedroom and I watch him go.
“I’ve failed you,” I whisper to his back, so low that I didn’t want him to hear me, but he does, and he spins.
“Is that what you think? Because I want to give in to the urges that tear me up inside, what you said was the basest part of ourselves, you think you have failed me? Do you know how difficult it is to be this controlled? I have tried because it is what you want for me, but it isn’t what I want. I have failed you.”
I shake my head. “No, you haven’t. I just wish you could have told me all of this…all of this,” I gesture widely, meaning the whole of this afternoon’s goings-on. “I could have helped you sort it out.”
“I didn’t want to bother you. You have enough to worry about.” He shrugs.
“But nothing is more important than you.”
“Except Devon and Constantine and Lincoln and this stupid Lance fucker,” he says.
“No, baby. If you needed me as your sire, you should have told me and when you need me as your wife you have to remind me of my priorities. I am easily distracted.”
“Yeah, no shit,” he says, but with humor.
“I love you,” I say.
“I love you. Are you going to help me? Or do I need to start asking awkward questions to the others?”
“I will help you,” I say, dying just a little bit inside. “Just let me wrap my head around it, okay?”
He nods. “Of course. Take your time. Not too much though,” he adds.
