by Eve Newton
“Please,” he whispers, fisting his hands into my hair.
I take great delight in taking my time as I reach up for the second-to-last button. I kiss his bulge and this time he grabs my hands, pushing them away. He grabs the folds of his shirt and rips the final button away. He drops to his knees, his hands in my hair, down my back, on my breasts. He can't get enough of me. My hands are exploring him every bit as thoroughly as well and I like what I’m feeling. Reaching his waistband, I start to undo his pants just as his hands slip into the waist of my skirt. He grabs my arse and hesitates slightly at the knowledge that I’m not wearing any knickers.
“Oh, baby,” he whispers against my lips. I stand up now and let him pull my skirt down to puddle at my feet. I step out and kick it away.
“Your turn,” I say softly.
He stands and lets his pants drop to the floor. He kicks them away copying my move. He's going commando as well; I note with delight. Dropping back to my knees now with nothing hindering me, I close my mouth over the tip of his very impressive cock. He inhales sharply and fists his hand into my hair. Careful to keep my fangs retracted, I slowly move my mouth down him and back up, rolling my tongue over the tip before I do it again.
“Stop,” he urges suddenly, “I don't want to come. Not yet."
Well, I don't want him to either, so I stop, but stay where I am. He pulls me up by my upper arms until I’m standing, then he bends down and sweeps me off my feet into his well-defined arms. Cradling me, he moves to the bed and gently lays me down.
I’m trying to get used to his slow and gentle love making, rather than the hard and fast, no holds barred fuck that I’m rather partial to. But with him, I want this to last as long as possible.
Moving to the bottom of the bed, he spreads my legs and lowers his mouth to my wet, shaven mound. A fire shoots up my body and I moan with pure pleasure.
“Oh, baby, you're so wet,” he murmurs against my clit.
I squirm on the silk sheets, further into his face. He responds with his tongue thrusting against me. When he slowly slides two fingers into my pussy, I just can't hold back any longer. I come, hard and loudly, as waves of pleasure roll over me.
Delighted with my response, Cole rises over me and kisses me deeply. I taste myself on him and lap at his lips, which excites him further.
“Now,” I say to him, looking into his perfect blue eyes.
He hesitates.
With a frown, I stare pointedly at him. Surely, he's not having second thoughts at this point in the proceedings?
“I...” He stops, unsure. “I want to feel you, all of you. I want to feel how wet and hot you are around my cock.” He searches my eyes seeking my consent. I nod at him briefly. We landed on this topic during one of our phone conversations, so he knows we are good to go.
I feel myself responding to him again and I tilt my hips up in invitation. This time he doesn't hesitate and eases himself into me with slow, deliberate movements. I gasp as his enormous cock enters me, spreading my legs wide for him.
“Oh, you feel so good, so wet,” he whispers almost to himself.
He feels amazing. He stretches me wide as he pushes further into me. We find a rhythm quickly and move in complete sync. My dominant Vampire self has had enough though and I want to ride him. I wrap my legs around him and roll us over so that I’m straddling him, pushing him even deeper into me. He puts his hands on my hips to steady me. Rocking my hips back and forth, I can hear his heart speeding up. I want to feed. I bet he tastes like nectar from the gods. I feel my fangs desperately trying to make an appearance. Snapping them back, I concentrate on the stirring deep inside me. I speed up, pumping up and down on his shaft, needing the release. I know he needs it desperately too.
“Oh, baby, I'm ready,” I cry out, and explode around him, the force of my orgasm bringing forth his own.
He groans loudly. “Oh, Liv,” he cries. He thrusts higher into me, spurting out cum as his cock jerks wildly in my soaking wet pussy. I feel him go still as I collapse onto his chest, listening to his racing heart.
“Fuck,” he says in amazement.
I smile into his chest. Yes, I’m that good. Or rather, I'd say we are that good together.
“Fuck,” he says again. “That was...fuck.” He is apparently lost for words, which is always a good sign.
“Amazing?” I offer up. “Perfect? Unbelievably mind-shattering?”
“All of the above, and more,” he states with a laugh. “I've never, ever felt that way before,” he confesses shyly, although he is clearly no stranger to the sack.
I desperately want to tell him it is because he has never been with a Vampire before but bite my tongue. The consequences of that kind of pillow talk make me shudder.
“Me either,” I say instead. Being rather familiar with the sack myself, this is not entirely true, but not quite a lie either. It was amazing as far as Vampire/human sex goes. Imagine what it would be like if I turned him? Brushing that interesting, but totally out of the question, thought aside, I roll off him. I snuggle into his side with my arm draped over his chest. This catches me by surprise as I am not a snuggly sleeper by any stretch of the imagination. Usually, I would be thinking up excuses for him to leave. Realizing I don't want him to leave unnerves me. Glancing at the clock, 1:00 glares back at me.
“Will you stay?” I ask tentatively, surprised even more with myself.
“Yes,” he answers immediately, and I relax a little.
Tracing circles on his chest with my nail, we lie in a companionable silence. I don't sleep much. The older we get, the less sleep we need. I get by with three hours, or less, a night.
He fingers my bracelet, twirling each charm in turn, but not really noticing them.
A thought occurs to me and I ask, “Are you thirsty?”
He laughs. “Very.”
“Water or wine?”
“Both please. In that order.”
“Done.” I leap out of bed, reaching for my robe. I wouldn’t normally bother, having no problems with nudity, especially my own, but it may raise questions when I do finally tell him about Devon.
“Be right back,” I say, “don’t move.” I give him a light kiss.
“I couldn’t even if I wanted to,” he murmurs with a glint in his eye.
Smiling to myself all the way down to the bar, I find myself again surprised at how he makes me feel. The last human who made my blood boil at this level and made me giggle like a teenager was Fraser. That unwelcome thought jolts me back to my surroundings. Pushing it aside, I collect two glasses and a bottle of chilled Sauvignon Blanc and place it on a tray with two bottles of water.
I feel a tickle on the back of my neck that can only mean Devon.
“What, you haven’t kicked him out yet?” comes a surprised question from the darkness of the terrace. “This is new.” He saunters in, glistening wet from a midnight swim.
I cast an appreciative glance over his hot, wet body and then avert my eyes. “He’s staying,” I reply shortly.
Devon raises an eyebrow at me but has the good sense not to comment.
“I need to get back upstairs,” I say, picking up the tray.
“Okay, Kitten,” he half teases me, giving me a quick kiss on the forehead. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Devon,” I say quietly.
He knows something is different, that something has changed in me. A few hours ago, I would have kicked my lover out and before the door even hit his arse on the way out, I would have been ripping at Devon on the floor, while we fucked until dawn. I feel his eyes on me as I walk upstairs.
“You’re going to tell him, aren’t you?” he asks softly. I turn around, remaining silent. “You cannot tell him,” he adds.
“I haven’t thought about it,” I reply cautiously.
“Liv, sweetie, I know you. You have, but you can’t. You’ve known him five days. You don’t know how he will react. Just...don’t.” He looks at me helplessly.
“There’s somethin
g special about him, Dev. I don’t know what, but it feels like…like it did with you.” I finish this creepy thought off with a slight shrug.
“You barely know him. How can you even say that?” he asks, his hurt apparent.
“I knew you even less, Devon. Remember? And look at us now,” I say with meaning. He can’t argue with me.
He tries to scare me with a different tactic. “You know Constantine will freak if you tell this human, which means The Council will freak. Hell, Liv, Cole will freak! It's not so easy now,” he states.
“Look, I know all of this. I haven’t decided anything yet,” I snap. “I want to see where this goes. For all I know, I’m a one-nighter for him. But I can handle CK and I will deal with whatever happens.”
He just glares at me with angry eyes and a grim set of lips.
“Baby,” I whisper. “It’s been two hundred and sixty-seven years since I felt something even remotely like this. Please understand. I need you of all people to understand,” I beg him quietly as I put the tray down.
“Oh, Elizabeth,” he murmurs. “I do understand. But just think about what you are doing. Just promise me, you won’t rush into this revelation.” He sounds so serious. My darling boy, always the fun one, up for anything, telling me what to do with a grave look that doesn’t belong on his handsome face.
At a moment’s loss, I finally stammer, “I won’t, I promise.”
He pulls me forward and kisses my forehead. “Good girl,” he murmurs.
I turn from him and pick up the tray with a lot on my mind now.
C ole is waiting patiently for me as I return, not having moved an inch. It makes me smile as he grins at me.
“Good boy,” I praise, placing the tray on an end table. Peeling off my robe, I grab a bottle of water and uncapping it, I take a deep drink. Slowly, I crawl over him, brushing my nipples against his thighs, stomach and chest. I attach my mouth to his, releasing the water into his mouth. Groaning, he swallows and grips my head in place as he kisses me, biting my lips, which incidentally, drives me wild – although at this moment he will never know just how much.
“More,” he rasps.
Happy to oblige, I retrieve the bottle and proceed to quench his thirst. Down to the last few mouthfuls, I say, “Open up,” and as he does, I pour the contents, waterfall style, into his mouth, lapping up the spillage with great relish.
“Sorry,” I apologize. “I couldn’t help myself.”
Suddenly intense, he grips my chin in his hand. “Never apologize for being you.”
I smile, cautious of the seriousness of his tone. I get up to fetch the other bottle of water and practically ripping the cap clean off, I hand it to him, distracted.
He doesn’t know me, not the real me. And that bothers me. A lot. Would he understand? Not be afraid? Accept me? It’s a big ask and if he doesn’t…
“Liv?” He touches me. “Where’d you go?” he asks quietly.
“Just tired, I guess. Been a long day.” I smile to cover up my lie.
Glancing at the clock, now glaring 2:00, he sighs, “Yeah. We should catch some sleep.”
Knowing sleep won’t come to me for another couple of hours, I still crawl onto the bed next to him. He pulls me close, so I lean my head on his chest. Listening to his heart beating rhythmically, I fall into a bit of a daze.
I come to when I realize my fangs are down and I am ready to bite him. Bolting upright, I notice that, thankfully, Cole is still fast asleep. So careless. I’m acting like a stupid newbie with no self-control. Careful not to wake him, I crawl out of bed. The clock glares 4:00. Shit! I slept with him for two hours. What is going on with me?
I pick up my robe and the now warm bottle of wine. I can’t be bothered going downstairs for a cold one in case I run into Devon again. Coward, that I am.
I grab a glass and head out to the balcony, situated off the sitting room. I discard the robe in the sitting room, preferring to be naked. It is high enough up that I can see the ocean crashing to the shore. It’s so peaceful here in the dead of night. Alone. I pour a glass of the tepid wine and sit back to reflect. Taking a deep sip, I shake my head at myself. Not only am I acting like a schoolgirl, but also, and more importantly, I am not acting like a Vampire. A Master Vampire at that. But right now, with him...he makes me lose myself in him. Am I falling in love with him? After all this time, could it be happening again so quickly? I can’t love him and not tell him my secret. I know if we are to be together, I have to. Again, my thoughts return to my long-dead, sweet, mortal husband, Fraser, only to be quickly squashed.
CHAPTER FIVE
M y phone buzzes next to me catching my attention. I wince at it and lean over to grab it, as I see the sunrise.
Caller ID flashes ‘CK’.
Again?
I groan inwardly, this is Devon’s doing, no doubt, I realize with a flash of irritation. “Hello, my love,” I say sweetly.
“Do not try to distract me with endearments,” he snaps in Italian. “I am very pissed at you.”
“Oh, why is that then?” I ask innocently.
“You know why,” he responds shortly.
“You spoke to Devon?” I ask.
“What the fuck are you thinking?” he growls.
“That I think that I’m falling in love with him and he needs to know,” I growl back.
“We are not going to argue about this over the phone,” he states and hangs up.
My mouth drops open in shock as I realize what he’s going to do. Seconds later, he pops up in front of me, in all his glorious anger.
“You Teleported here to argue with me in person?” I ask in disbelief.
Some incredibly old Vampires develop this ability to Teleport. CK is as old as they come and has had this annoying – yet admittedly very cool – ability for over four hundred years.
His furious gaze scans over my naked body; head to toe and back again, lingering in all the right places until his dark eyes pin my green ones like two spikes.
I will not flinch, even though I have an irrational need to cover up my private parts with my hands.
I handle CK very well by all accounts. He indulges me a lot though. I know he loves me, and he knows I love him. But I often forget how ferocious he can be. He can scare the crap out of me, and I don’t scare that easily.
“Liv,” he growls, “you have five seconds to put some clothes on, or we do this with you standing naked before me.”
Holy crap.
I choose clothes and bolt for my robe, which I left draped over a chair in the sitting room. Pulling it on, I step back out onto the balcony, having the presence of mind to close the door so as not to disturb Cole. CK doesn’t yell, ever, but I might. My anger is now rising up at this intrusion and I square my shoulders, turning around with fire in my eyes, meeting his gaze and holding it.
Seconds, minutes, who knows how much time passes?
Glaring at me, he cocks his eyebrow in acknowledgment of my strength. CK makes mincemeat out of the weak and fearful.
“Sit,” he demands.
I don’t move.
“Sit,” he says menacingly, “or I will make you.”
Regaining some of my composure, I smirk and say, “I’d like to see you try.”
His eyes flash at my defiance, but I see the spark of pride there as well.
“Don’t test my patience, my sweet. It is bad enough that I have had to come to this place, this cultural wasteland.” He sweeps his arm around in disgust.
Knowing that he is talking about Los Angeles and not my home, I still feel a bit affronted and cross my arms defensively.
“Well?” I say rudely, “make it quick. I have things to do.”
“Your boy tells me you are thinking of revealing our secret to your new human friend,” he says, getting straight to the point now.
Devon! I knew it. He is so dead.
“And?” I ask cockily.
Menacing CK is back as he snarls, “Do not forget to whom you are talking.”
“No, CK, don’t forget who you are talking to,” I retort, growing tired of this posturing. I know this man. I have seen every side of him, the good, the bad, the terrifying. “I am not some underling that you can scare into submission.”
His face softens as he smiles and says, “No, my love, that you are not. Your submission is always willing. It’s one of the things I love most about you.”
Surprise registers on my face, before I realize his game: a change of tactic to disarm me. Narrowing my eyes at him, he smiles that heavenly, innocent smile he has perfected when he is being anything but innocent.
“I know what you are doing and it’s not going to work,” I tell him with a pout.
He sighs. “It never does on you. You are the most frustrating creature on the planet.”
“I had a good master,” I say with a slight smile and drop my arms.
He laughs, a magnificent sound coming from him, and he opens his arms for me to step into them. Oh, how I love being held by him. I feel safe, cherished and loved. It’s the sire bond. Devon says that’s how he feels when we embrace.
“Oh, my sweet. It is good to see you, even under these circumstances. It has been too long since I saw you in New York.”
A spark flares through me at his tone. “Pity it takes something like this to get you to come and visit,” I say wryly.
He chuckles. “Indeed,” he agrees. He pulls away from me and I feel the loss of his comfort.
“If we must discuss this, can we please go down to my office? Cole is sleeping,” I say.
CK looks surprised. “He’s here? Sleeping?” He knows of my distaste for sharing my bed overnight, unless I’m with him, or Devon, of course.
I nod and I see the change in his face. “I see,” he says flatly. He looks almost pained.
