by Eve Newton
Having the presence of mind, I go to shower first. I can only imagine the reaction when they sense each other on her skin, and it is probably not the best way to encourage sex. I find a suitable outfit to pull on. I have seen her style from the photos on her phone and I can only assume I am magicking up these outfits from her own wardrobe, wherever that is. It certainly isn’t here. Which reminds me, I still don’t know where I am. I saunter over to the side table with the phone and all the hotel bits on it and see that I am in Miami, Florida. Interesting. A city I have never been to or thought of going to. With a swish of my twirly, short black skirt, I turn on my heel and Astral to wherever Devon is. I land in a suite similar to the one I came from and scare the life out of him as he spots me.
“Christ, Liz. You scared the crap out of me,” he says, but with a smile as he comes to cuddle me. Oh, my. This is a strong bond. He is dressed only in a towel and I think my mouth starts to water at the sight and feel of him. I wonder for a moment why he calls me Liz, but then tilt my head up for him to kiss me. He looks down at me in surprise and then drops his mouth to mine briefly. “I thought you were on hiatus,” he smirks.
I don’t know what that means, but I say, “I want you.” And it has the desired effect.
“It’s Tuesday,” he says slowly. “Isn’t there somebody else you should be propositioning first?” he adds slyly, but with humor.
Is there? I have no idea, so I shrug and pull him towards me by the towel. “Kiss me,” I demand, and he doesn’t need asking twice. My body responds to him eagerly and I want him, right now. I can already sense how these two feel about each other and it is driving me crazy with lust.
We don’t even wait to reach the bed before I pull him to me again, running my hands up his chest and into his hair. Oh, the need to touch him is strong. The need to have him touch me is stronger and I gasp as he runs his hands under my skirt.
He picks me up and pushes me against the wall, ripping my panties off me at the same time. Oh, now that is a bold move. I like it. I like it a lot!
I pull on the towel, so it drops to the floor and within seconds he is inside me.
“Oh, yes,” I moan as I feel him pushing into me. She does have a type, this one: tall, gorgeous, and well endowed. I feel a rush go through me and I orgasm almost straight away. This bond of theirs is like nothing I have felt before. It is so different to the ones I have with Constantine and Sebastian.
He groans into my mouth as he feels me throbbing around him and he pulls back from his kisses to bite me. My heart speeds up as I feel his fangs in me and he groans again, sending vibrations going all through me. He releases me and looks into my eyes. “You taste different. More,” he whispers. “Powerful.” He closes his eyes and I want to bite him. Doesn’t seem like we are in a place where we need to ask, so I just do it and he comes instantly, thrusting into me as I suckle from him. Cherries, I think. Luscious, luscious cherries.
“Fuck, Lizzie. What was that?” he asks as he leans his forehead against mine. “Everything about you seems different.”
Oh, dear. I really do need to try, and act more like her.
“I was just anxious for you. I missed you,” I murmur against his lips.
“Anxious?” he murmurs back but stops speaking as I delve my tongue into his mouth. I do like this side of me, all free and easy. He is ready for me straight away, as I expected, and muttering to him to let me please him, he drops me and steps back. I don’t give him the chance to question whatever it was that was forming in his mind as I push him to the bed and climb onto him. I take him with great abandon, relishing this role of another me. I know I am so restrained at home. It is the way it is. The way it is fitting for my station. Even when I am with both Constantine and Sebastian together, I don’t get to feel this and act this way. I let go completely and I am lost in her life.
Unfortunately, our time together is cut short by Cade Sinclair. I am still unsure of his role here, but when he snaps at me to get ready for a run, I do as bid. I am sure that is what she would do. I kiss Devon goodbye wistfully, wishing we could spend more time together. These bonds she has are just so precious. I don’t have any charges. I have never had any charges, so I have never felt what it is like to bond with someone in this way. They love her so completely as she does them. Is this the way that Constantine feels about me? And also Sebastian? I would do well to remember this if I ever get home, I think as I get ready to go running. It is a curious sport, but obviously, something she does. I feel a pang for my sire and husband and for my Faerie soul mate. Are they missing me too? Or is she doing a good enough job of being a better me that they haven’t even noticed I’m gone? I know that her little group has seen the differences, Devon most especially, but she must be somewhat volatile, as they pay it no mind and blame it on her circumstances. Namely, I am guessing, The Thirteen. He is a disconcerting foe; I remember with a shudder at my own encounter with Remiel.
“Ready?” Cade says to me as I step out into the sitting room.
“Yes,” I say.
“Good. I thought the whole point of this week was to stay away from them?” he asks me somewhat rudely. It is none of his business. Or is it?
“I missed him,” I say, averting my eyes.
“Humph. You need to get a grip, lady,” he sneers at me.
Well, maybe Liv is used to being spoken to like that from a Hunter, but I most certainly am not. “How dare you?” I hiss at him. “Do you know who you are speaking to?”
“Oh please, don’t try and pull that bullshit with me,” he says, rolling his eyes. “You know you don’t scare me.”
I narrow my eyes at him. They are awfully free with the swear words over here, just throwing them into conversation willy-nilly.
“Let us just run,” I state.
“Let us,” he says, mocking me.
I follow him outside and he sets the pace and I keep up. I can’t say I have ever run for pleasure before. It is quite invigorating.
I end up having quite a pleasant time, despite the unpleasant company. We are out most of the morning and I am feeling fantastic in both body and mind when we get back to the hotel.
“Thank you,” I tell him stiffly. “That was enjoyable.”
“Sure,” he says, giving me a curious look.
I clear my throat and say, “Well, I am off to take a shower.”
“Don’t you want me to stay?” he asks, and my eyes widen.
Him too? What is with this woman?
“You aren’t supposed to be alone,” he adds at my look.
Oh. Oops. Good thing I didn’t just throw myself at him. He is rather good looking, even if his origins are distasteful.
“No, I am fine, thanks,” I try to say casually, and he reluctantly accepts it and nods at me. I nod back and head towards the shower.
I sit with her phone again then, seeing as I am alone and go through all of her emails and meetings. It seems she has days designated to each of her lovers.
How organized, I think sarcastically. I note that “CK” gets two. Tuesday and Wednesday. That must be what Devon meant earlier.
Oh, Constantine, I sigh. Why did you have to do what you did? I am still so upset with him, but I am starting to miss him now. If we ever do get switched back, I will tell him I forgive him. I can’t bear the way we have been living these last few weeks, especially as Sebastian has been away at Court. That brings my thoughts around to Drake. My father. I hate him. He is a frightening, mean beast and he can go and shove his Court up his arse! Yes, I actually quite like this swearing, it does make one feel better.
I nearly jump out of her skin when Sebastian pops in out of nowhere.
“Calling on my second for the week,” he says as he casually leans against the end table.
Second what?
“Oh?” I say, arching an eyebrow at him. I am madly curious as to this relationship that they have or don’t have.
“Yes, it is Tuesday already and I have only had you once.”
Hm, perhaps
there is more to this than I first thought. I have to say; I am itching to get my hands on him.
“Come back to my room, no one will bother us there,” he says as he grabs my hands and Teleports us to his room.
I feel slightly guilty. If Liv doesn’t have a sexual relationship with Sebastian, I shouldn’t go about initiating one, but I look at him and all I can see is my Sebastian. He notices my look and says, in that forthright way I love him for, “That is the second time in two days I have seen you look at me in that way. What gives, Livvie? Are you finally coming to your senses?” He then smirks.
“You want that, don’t you?” I say. “You know why we would be so good together.” I step closer to him and, startled, he stumbles back, hands up.
“Okay, hang on a minute, Queenie. What exactly are you saying?”
Oh, to Hell with this, I want him. My inner whore has been unleashed and I just want him and all of them. If she gets to do it, then why can’t I?
“I am saying that I want you. I want to be with you.” I pull him towards me, and he hesitates for all of a second before he kisses me, and I feel the connection lock into place. It is weak, not yet fully formed. That makes sense as she doesn’t have her Fae markings yet, which means she probably hasn’t been acknowledged by Drake yet. But the bond is there all the same, blood to blood. That must be how it works. The bond we have in my world is a force to be reckoned with and I crave it, but this will do. It will have to do…for now.
“Oh fuck, Liv,” he whispers to me. “Are you really here? Are you really here for me or because he asked you to be?”
I have no idea what he is talking about, but I do know I, at least, am here for him, so I tell him so.
He pulls me towards the bedroom. “I want to do this properly,” he says as he slowly removes my clothes from my body, leaving me naked and wanting as his hands blaze across my skin. Oh, yes. This is the life I want.
He undresses quickly, leaving his shirt on but open. He sees me staring at him and he pushes me back towards the bed. I reach up and push the shirt off his shoulders, and he makes a noise of protest, but I kiss him quiet. He scoots us up to the top of the bed and he lowers his mouth across my breasts, taking turns at tugging on my nipples with his teeth until they are aching. He moves quickly over my stomach and then thrusts his tongue into me. I squirm at the pleasure and come quickly, pulling his head back up to my mouth for a deep kiss.
“You taste so good,” he mutters. “I have dreamed of this moment. I am so sorry for what I did to you in Vegas. I just wanted you because he had you, but it was wrong. So wrong. This is the way it should be. I love you.”
“I love you,” I say it back automatically and then wonder if perhaps I shouldn’t have, as his eyes light up and he kisses me again. Wrapping his arms around me, he enters me so slowly, as if savoring every second. I wrap my legs around him to draw him closer to me and then roll us over. I want to feed, so I pull him up and drop my fangs.
“No,” he says. “Me first.” And drops his fangs before sinking them slowly into my neck. Oh, yes, I will never get tired of how he makes me feel. I come again and he groans as he tastes the rush. He pulls back and says, “Now you.”
I oblige, tasting his blood, like honey and strawberries and cream and he pulls on my hips as he spills himself into me. I release him and, retracting my fangs, I kiss him as he runs his hands down my back leaving little electric currents in his wake. He turns us over, so he is on top of me and pulls the covers over us as I run my hands down his back. He stiffens as I do that, but I smile at him and say, “We are connected, you and me. I know you know that; you just don’t know how yet.”
He peers at me curiously but doesn’t ask questions as I run my tongue over his lips in the way that I know my Sebastian loves. He seems to like it too, as he mutters, “Uh,” before he pushes his tongue through my lips. He trails his hand down my side and squeezes my backside, lifting me up to meet him again as he sinks into me. Now that we have the feeding out of the way, he takes his time with me, moving in and out of me slowly as his tongue works over mine in the same rhythm as his hips. His fingers of one hand play lightly over my nipple, while his other is grasping my hand tightly next to my head.
“I love you, Liv,” he murmurs to me again. “I love you so much. I knew you would come to me. I knew you felt what I do.”
Again, I have a feeling of guilt. If I end up going home, Liv is going to be left to pick up the pieces here and while that isn’t fair, it isn’t fair to ask me to stay away from him while I am here either. If they knew, they would understand.
“Oh, my sweet Sebastian,” I say to him, feeling the pleasure rush start and his eyes widen at my endearment. “Call me Aefre,” I cry out as the orgasm takes me over in a wave and then another wave as he whispers my name. My name.
“Aefre,” he says it over and over, before he grunts softly as he comes too.
I feel a faint, but all-too-familiar tingle go up my neck before I hear Constantine say, “’Bastian, we need to talk…” followed by, “Aefre?” He clears his throat as Sebastian closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath. He turns to his sire and tries to shield me from his view, but it is of no use. We can feel each other, and he knows I am here.
“Aefre?” Constantine asks again slowly. Sebastian rolls off me and I pull the covers up to my chin. This is one of those awkward moments in life where you wish the ground would swallow you whole. I know that my Constantine has no problem with my relationship with my Sebastian, but clearly there is an issue here by the thunderous look on his face and Sebastian’s guilt that is rolling off him. He just stares at Constantine, who is just staring at me.
“I see,” he says. “Am I to assume this is a willing encounter?” He glares at Sebastian now who nods and then at me. I nod too, because that seems the right thing to do. I can’t imagine why he would think me being here would be unwilling. It’s hardly like he caught Sebastian holding me down. But then I think of his gift. Is it possible that he has spelled her into having sex with him before? He said before he was sorry for what he did. I stare at him now wondering what on Earth possessed him to do that, and even more curiously, is that it seemed to work on her?
“Well, Aefre, it appears you have changed your mind about what we spoke of. A word of warning wouldn’t have gone amiss though. Please, would you be so kind as to leave us so I may have a word with Sebastian?” He has gone quite formal, more so than usual and in my world, that means he is hurt.
Oh, crap, I think. Yes, sometimes there just isn’t any other word to use, but a swear word.
“Of course,” I say and Astral myself straight back to my bedroom, not even bothering with my clothes, just wanting to get away from that potentially explosive situation. Where I come from, they both have a temper to fear, and if her sire is anything like my own, he will be up here to yell at me shortly, so I hop back in the shower to remove any evidence. It will only make him even more furious than he already is.
Which, to my utter surprise, isn’t very furious at all, when he Teleports up a few minutes later, as predicted.
“Liv,” he greets me calmly as he sees me sitting quietly on the sofa. I must remember to call him what she does.
“CK,” I say.
He narrows his eyes at me. “Liv,” he says again.
Again, I say, “CK. I can…”
He holds his hand up to stop me from finishing. He crosses over to sit with me on the sofa and takes my right hand. He fingers the blue diamond pensively and then asks, “Do you remember when I gave you this?”
Um, I remember when my Constantine gave me mine, maybe it’s the same, “Yes,” I say. “Ponte in our bedroom.”
“Hm. Do you remember how I asked you to marry me and that this was to be our engagement ring?” He looks at me expectantly, so I say, “Yes.” And he frowns. Oh, dear, that’s not a good sign.
“And do you remember where I got this?” He holds his left hand up.
Oh, crap, where is he going with this? I take a
leap as it is on his ring finger, but he isn’t my husband so he must be someone’s. “Your wife?” I say hesitantly.
He nods and stands, walking away from me, to stare out of the window. “Who are you?” he turns suddenly to ask me. “I know you aren’t who you are pretending to be.”
Oh no. What do I do? Well, there is only one thing to do and come clean. I can’t keep up this charade with someone who clearly knows her so well. I sigh and say, “How did you know?”
He chuckles and says, “I may be blindly in love, but I am not blind. You may be able to fool the others, but you can’t fool me. I know her too well. First things, your demeanor is all wrong. I know she has been…capricious as of late, but I do know her. Also, you don’t know the story of our rings and you called me ‘CK’ when I called you ‘Liv.’ She never does that,” he says and smiles fondly. “I also know she wouldn’t go to Sebastian without talking about it to me first. Aefre, my Aefre, may be a lot of things, but she isn’t an insensitive bitch. So, I ask you again, who are you and what have you done with my Aefre?”