“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.