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by Eve Newton

I stare at him, dumbfounded. I have seen the many faces of my sire. The usual three are arrogance, indifference and menace, but this is one of the rarest sights: the look of loss, sorrow, regret, love? I can’t quite find the right emotion.

  I inhale sharply and he adjusts his features to their usual smug-arrogance.

  “We will discuss this in your office then. Come.” He holds out his hand. I hesitantly take it. His strong fingers grasp mine tightly and he Teleports us downstairs to my office. I dislike the feeling. It’s exactly how it sounds; popping out of and into existence. It’s also incredibly lazy and I tell him so.

  He snorts derisively at my comment but chooses not to say anything. He lets go of my hand and looks around. I know he admires this room as it’s exactly to his taste. All dark wood and plush carpet with a massive stained-glass window. Every wall is floor to ceiling books. My huge desk sits square to the door, complete with ink blotter and green bankers’ lamp. Two chairs sit in front of the desk and expecting him to take one of those, he catches me by surprise when he walks around and sits in my chair behind the desk. I glare at him, oh the nerve of this man, making me feel like a naughty schoolgirl here to see the headmaster, in my own office no less! He is infuriating.

  Knowing he has pissed me off, he sits back and smirks as he lifts his feet to place his immaculate Armani shoes on the desk, legs crossed at the ankles.

  They would be immaculate, I think, as he never seems to walk anywhere.

  Appraising him, I slowly let my gaze slide up from his feet, taking in his beautifully cut navy-blue suit, also Armani, I note. My eyes move over his strong hands folded casually in his lap, up his chest, focusing on his silk tie for a moment, which I recognize as a gift from me. I teasingly send him random gifts and although he pulls his face, I know he secretly loves it. My eyes go to his broad shoulders, his long neck, over his strong jaw, lingering on his perfectly sculpted mouth and eventually up to his dark eyes with flecks of amber, that are now staring back at me with a burning desire.

  “Like what you see?” he asks.

  “You know I do,” I breathe.

  His eyes darken as I drop my gaze to his mouth and then back up to his eyes. He catches a breath. Thrilled by his response to my appraisal, I step forward, moving around the desk to stand in front of him. I untie the belt of my robe and the soft silk falls away to reveal my nakedness. Oh, damn him, but I want him right here, right now. I lose all reason around him. He knows it and uses it. The feeling of guilt creeps over me and I’m taken aback. Guilt is not an emotion that I am used to dealing with, at least not for centuries. The charge in me sneers at the emotion and then blatantly ignores it. I want my sire and nothing else, in this moment, matters.

  The sire in question lowers his feet off the desk, not able to take his eyes off me.

  “Oh, Aefre,” he calls me by my real name, drawing it out in a Latinized version of Ai-vuh. “I have missed you.” The desire in his voice is like honey. My nipples harden in response, as I narrow my eyes. Inhaling sharply, he sits up and reaches out. His fingers clamp down on my nipples and he tugs me forward by them until I am sitting astride him. He rolls his fingers around and I inadvertently moan. I feel his erection pushing against me. I become even more aroused. He slowly lowers his mouth to start sucking gently, sliding his tongue over the peak, deliberately teasing me. I push my hands into his soft, dark hair, pulling him closer to me, knowing I should be pushing him away. He is doing this on purpose because he knows Cole is here and he is staking his claim. Unfortunately, I am powerless to stop him. I don’t want to stop him, so I let him drop his fangs and I squirm in anticipation. He clamps down on my nipple and he bites me sharply, suckling as I come instantly. It’s the most erotic, intimate gesture and only ever reserved for him. Not even Devon has done this to me, and he has pretty much done everything to me.

  He grunts in appreciation as he releases his bite. “Eager, aren’t you?” he whispers and without waiting for an answer, plunges his tongue into my mouth, causing me to taste my own blood. Biting down on his bottom lip, I draw his blood and lap it up, mingling both our tastes in a divine elixir. All of my frustrations of holding back with Cole, come to the surface and spill over onto my sire, as he knew they would.

  Pulling back, I clamp down on his neck, biting hard, making him hiss in pleasure. Taking my fill, I feel the power of his ancient blood coursing through me and I feel invincible.

  “Feisty one today, aren’t you? Feeling frustrated with your human?” He voices my thoughts with his usual precision.

  I ignore the barb and turn my attention to getting his suit jacket off. I loosen his tie, pulling it undone. Watching me like a hawk, he leaves me to my ministrations. Next, I pull his crisp white shirt out of his pants and slowly undo all the buttons, my eyes never leaving his. Running my hands down his smooth, muscular chest all the way down to the top of his pants. I climb off him and kneel before him, fingers working to free him. I lower my mouth, but before I can take his engorged cock in my mouth, he stands abruptly, pulling me up with him. Shedding my robe completely, he picks me up and sits me on the edge of the desk.

  “No more waiting,” he whispers and rams into me swiftly. “You are mine.”

  His last words are all the confirmation I need that this is his way of taking my affections back, but the devil himself couldn’t make me stop now. I wrap my legs around him as he pulls me closer. Devouring my mouth with his, he shoves himself even deeper into me. I moan into his mouth as he pounds into my pussy with an intoxicating rhythm. I feel the pressure of my climax starting to build deep inside, uncoiling itself slowly.

  “Oh, yes,” he groans in my ear. “I love being inside you, so wet, always so ready for me.” His words spur me on. I clench around him, pulsing on and on as he continues to stoke the fire of my pleasure.

  “Yes, Aefre, that’s it,” he whispers.

  I feel him tense as he lets go, pumping his cum into me in hot jets that mixes with my own. I’m in paradise with my sire inside me, loving me, pleasing me. All of the pent-up Vampire frustration I had over Cole, disappears as Constantine whispers, “Aefre, my sweet,” before he kisses me deeply, claiming my mouth possessively and in the way that only he can.

  I crash back down into reality as I hear the door open, turning my head sharply, the guilt rising up again. Seeing Devon, I relax visibly. His eyebrows shoot skyward as he sees me naked on my desk, with my legs wrapped around my rather disheveled sire. CK smirks, clearly pleased to be found in this indecent position with me.

  “May we help you?” he asks slyly, switching to English, even though he knows Devon speaks Italian perfectly.

  Devon narrows his eyes. “Constantine. How nice to see you,” he sneers.

  I watch as my charge takes a daring step forward, his eyes on my tits. I know he wants in on this action. I want him to touch me, but I wonder if CK will let him under the circumstances. He has never once asked Devon to join us, and I doubt very much he will start now.

  “Come to me,” I say, holding out my hand for him anyway.

  I hear CK growl at me, but he does nothing to stop me, nor does he withdraw from me. In fact, if anything, I feel him get a bit harder.

  “Oh, fuck,” I groan as Devon dips his mouth to my nipple and laps at the blood that has dried there from CK’s bite before he sucks so hard, it makes me yelp with delight.

  His fingers circle my other my nipple and then snake down my body to find my clit. CK watches him with a growing sense of loathing. It disappointments me, as I’m sure he is about to shove Devon forcibly away from me, but instead he starts to move his hips again. Slowly, but with just enough speed to make my pussy twitch.

  Devon circles my clit about as slowly as CK is thrusting into me. I come suddenly under their attentions, at the same moment that Devon clamps down on my neck to drink from me. CK stiffens and climaxes silently, his eyes never leaving Devon. It’s almost as if he is watching to make sure my charge doesn’t do something he doesn’t like.

  “Jes
us,” I cry out as I tremble violently in their arms, loving this as much as I knew I would. Devon releases his hold on my neck, my blood staining his lips. He leans down to kiss me fervently, slipping his finger into my pussy while CK is still buried deep in my hole. I gasp at the cheeky move that only Devon would attempt. My clit pulsates madly as I shudder out another orgasm that seriously rocks my world. If the men hadn’t been holding onto me so tightly, I would have rocked right off the desk.

  The only dark cloud is the fact that Cole is still upstairs. I wish that he could join in as well, that would make my century, but as it is, I revel from the attention of my sire and my charge. Finally!

  “Go now,” CK says to Devon quietly, in a tone so dangerous, it sends a chill down my spine. You would have to be a fool to ignore him, and Devon is no fool.

  He removes his hands from me with a devastating smile. “Well, that was fun. Maybe next time, I get a turn.”

  CK snorts, an un-amused sound, as he gives Devon the shove that I thought was coming earlier.

  Devon holds his hands up and backs out, never once even looking at my sire.

  I sigh as he says, “Liv, I suggest you finish up in here,” and slams the door shut behind him.

  CK steps back, withdrawing from me and again I feel the pang of loss.

  “You really want to be with him, don’t you?” he asks softly.

  I bend to retrieve my discarded robe as he sorts out his own sartorial neglect. I frown at him when he puts a hand up to stroke my face. “The guilt on your face told me,” he answers my unasked question. He sighs and says, “I still don’t want you to tell him, but no relationship with a human can survive a secret this big.”

  “Constantine, I…” I don’t know what to say to that. I want to shout at him that we should be together, that we are Vampires and cut from the same cloth and bonded in a way that makes my body ache when he isn’t next to me. I want to tell him that I love him and have him say it back to me in the way that I want him to, but he won’t. I know he won’t, but I say it anyway, “I love you.” Every ounce of my feelings for him goes into it.

  “And I love you, my sweet. I must go. I will see you in Monaco,” he says lightly.

  My heart breaks, just as I knew it would, but he has made my decision for me. I will move forward with Cole, and when the time is right, I will tell him who I really am. I am done waiting around for my sire to give me what I want.

  I nod briskly to hide the pain, but he takes it as guilt over what we have just done and softens. “No regrets, my sweet. I taught you that centuries ago. We will always have this between us. It’s just the way it is.” And with a swift, chaste kiss to my lips, he blinks out of existence, leaving me to consider his words, and hold the feeling of him fucking me while Devon had his hands on me, close to me. I doubt it will ever happen again.

  CHAPTER SIX

  I head towards the patio, pulling my robe tighter around me. Heaving a sigh, I stand there while Devon scowls at me. My darling boy is annoyed with me and I love him so much in that moment.

  “You could have let me have a go. You know how much I want to see his face while I fuck you.”

  I roll my eyes at him. “I saw his face when you bit me, and my darling boy, trust me when I say you would not like to see his face while you fuck me.”

  He laughs, but it doesn’t quite sound like he finds it funny. More like he is sad. “Why was he here anyway?”

  “Why the fuck do you think, you arsehole?” I suddenly snap, remembering why CK deigned to visit me on the fly.

  “Arsehole?” he says, mocking my accent with a raised eyebrow. “That’s a bit harsh,” he adds as he hides his smile behind his coffee. He has been mollified somehow. His demeanor has relaxed, and in turn it makes me less tense.

  “Humph!” I say rudely, flopping into a chair and giving him the finger. It’s been the most trying morning already and it’s only 7 AM. “You ambushed me,” I sulk.

  “I needed him to tell you what a bad idea it was. You listen to him,” he says softly.

  “Yes, I do listen to him, and guess what? He told me to tell Cole, so I will!” I say, even then knowing that wasn’t exactly what CK said.

  Devon’s face falls. “He said what?” he asks.

  I softly recount CK’s statement.

  He looks at me suspiciously. “That’s what he said? And you are taking that as a go ahead? Doesn’t sound that way to me.”

  I nod and he sighs. “Well, you know him better than I do,” he says sadly.

  I beam at him and all his concerns vanish under my approval as he smiles hesitantly back. “When?” he asks, trying for nonchalance.

  I frown and shrug. “Soon. I know we’ve only known each other for a week, but rather now than in a month’s time when I couldn’t bear to see him walk away.”

  Devon leans across the table and grabs my hand. “Well, you won’t know until you tell him.”

  Truer words were never spoken. “I should smack you around for going behind my back, you know,” I threaten.

  He gives me that devastating grin again. “Anytime. And if Cole is up for sexy times, I am always available.” He winks and I laugh. Of course, he is. Devon would have his sexy times with a goat as long as I was around to give him his sire time.

  I sigh again. I usually forget that the way I feel about CK, the longing I have for him, the deep-rooted need, the crave for his touch, the need to do anything he asks, do anything to please him, is how Devon feels about me. I would do well to remember that in future.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  I make my way back upstairs soon after that. I have no idea what I’m going to say to Cole about where I have been and what I have been up to for the past hour. There is no way on this Earth he would accept the truth. He would walk without a single look back. Not that I blame him. My behavior was pretty shameful. The deceit, not the half-arsed three-way, that is. Hopefully, he is still sleeping, and I have time to gather my thoughts. CK, as always, has spun my head. Bastard.

  Lucky for me, Cole is still fast asleep. I stand and watch him. It’s fascinating, he looks so vulnerable and at peace. My heart gives a jolt as his eyes pop open in mild surprise and then they light up as he sees me standing over him.

  “Hey,” he says with a smile.

  “Hey, yourself,” I reply.

  “What time is it?” he asks.

  “Seven thirty,” I say, glancing at the clock.

  Groaning, he closes his eyes, “How are you awake so early?” he grumbles.

  “I don’t sleep much,” I say, wanting some truth between us today.

  His eyes open and he says, “Come back to bed.”

  I shake my head. I can’t, not after what I have just done. A different story if he had been involved in the impromptu sex, but as it stands, I am best just making my excuses and showering.

  Noticing my slight frown, he asks warily, “What is it?”

  Well, I suppose now is as good a time as any to mention Devon, at least. Most men in the past, both human and Vampire, have been crazy jealous of our relationship. I just hope that Cole isn’t going to be one of them. Diving in at the deep end, I tell him, leaving out the two most important facts: Vampire and our sexual relationship.

  Cole looks a bit surprised but shrugs it off. “That’s what you were worried about telling me? That you live with your best friend, who admittedly is a guy, in this, what is it, ten-bedroom mansion? I am not the jealous type, Liv,” he says.

  Yeah, only I’ve heard that line a million times before.

  “Okay, good,” I say with a smile anyway. “I was a bit worried, as others in the past have found it a problem. We are very close. We live and work together, by choice,” I reiterate so he gets the message loud and clear.

  “It’s fine. I’m not one of those guys who feels threatened by friends.” He kisses me and asks, “Bathroom?”

  Accepting his compliance, for now, I point him to the one to the right of the bed, that I had built specifically for gentleman calle
rs. Mine is off limits. Much like my staying overnight rule, which has been shot to Hell and back now. I flop onto the bed and wonder for the hundredth time, what the fuck am I doing? Is Devon right? Am I better leaving this well enough alone?

  Cole pops his head around the corner and asks, “Mind if I take a shower?”

  I’m startled by the normal question, as most wouldn’t bother asking. “Of course not,” I reply.

  He smiles his thanks. Oh, well, I might as well have one myself then. I drag my arse off the bed and head to my bathroom. I love my bathroom with its black granite walls and floor, black Jacuzzi tub, sinks and toilet, but my favorite piece is the huge three-jet power shower. I open the shower door, step in and turn on the jets. It doesn’t matter if the water is scalding or freezing, I won’t feel it but out of a sense of normality, it’s set to medium. I stand for a moment under the water, kind of wishing Cole would join me, but then grab my shampoo and go about the cleaning process. Finishing up, I step out and grab my fluffy black towels. Sweeping my long hair into a turban style, I then wrap the other around my body.

  Wandering back into the bedroom, I find Cole is already dressed and putting his shoes on. He glances up, his eyes heat up at the sight of me.

  “Leaving so soon?” I murmur, disappointed.

  He frowns and asks, “Not unless you want me to?”

  “Not a chance,” I say, with a smile.

  He smiles again. “Good, I thought we should go down for breakfast and didn’t think it appropriate to go downstairs wrapped only in a towel in light of your roomie,” he says with a laugh.

  “Hey, don’t let Devon put you off wandering around in just a towel,” I say huskily, walking towards him. He stands up, towering a good foot over me. Oh, I do like tall men. He hooks his finger into the fold of my wrapped towel and pulls me closer.

  “Stop looking at me like that, or I may have to take you again, and quite frankly, I’m starving,” he says with a soft chuckle.

  “Give me five minutes to get dressed,” I murmur and pull away before he can protest. Biting his bottom lip, he lets me go.

 

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