“I will be fine,” I say through gritted teeth. “Cole needs to be with me. End of story. You of all people should be aware of that,” I state pointedly, as he also knows this is the case.
He grimaces at my reprimand, but nods.
I turn to Cole and ask, “How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine,” he says, then scowls. “I’m great,” he amends. “A bit tired though. Can we go to bed?”
I nod, a bit weary myself even though it is hours off my normal bedtime.
Wishing Devon good night with a quick kiss, we head up to the bedroom, the old-fashioned way, using the stairs. I’m not yet willing to take a passenger on my travels through space. Who knows if I even can?
“You need to move in here right away,” I order him.
He looks at me, as one would assume, I look at CK when he orders me to do something.
“I’m sorry, my love. That came out all wrong. Will you move in here with me?” I ask sweetly and he grins.
“Of course. I would love to. Um, we should also set a date,” he says shyly, lifting my left hand.
I grin back in delight. “How about when we get back from Milan? We can have it here, in the garden,” I say excitedly.
“Whatever you want, my love. I will be happy as long as you are happy,” he says.
On impulse, I say, “Tomorrow then. We can go to City Hall.”
“What?” he asks, laughing. “No big affair?”
I shake my head, “I only need you. Well, and Devon as a witness.”
“Wouldn’t you want Constantine to w
alk you down the aisle?” he asks slyly.
I start in surprise. “Why would I ask him to do that?” I ask, puzzled.
“Because he is your sire,” Cole replies.
I shake my head, completely confident that he wouldn’t do it even if I did ask him. Cole shrugs and drops it. “Okay, tomorrow it is then,” he says happily. “What about rings?”
“We can go shopping en route,” I say.
He laughs as we push open the door to our bedroom.
Our bedroom.
I haven’t shared a bedroom with anyone in over two hundred years. At least not officially anyway.
Pulling him to me, I kiss him, desperately needing him again. He responds to my urgency with his own need and soon we are falling naked onto the bed ready to take each other to the edge of oblivion and back. Spreading my legs wide, he plunges into me again and again, bringing me to the brink and I fall over, clawing at him. Snarling with the pain as I slice into him, he clamps down on my neck, tearing at me with his teeth, drawing blood. I squeal in delight at his savagery as his fangs descend and he bites down on the healing wound. Drinking deeply, he pulls back and kisses me, nipping sharply on my lips. I’m in ecstasy. Cole has turned into Vamp Cole and I love it. I push on his chest to get him to lift off of me. I crawl onto my hands and knees and he follows and kneels behind me. He gives me a sharp slap to my rear, which makes me wiggle in rapture even at the same time as I suppress my sire self’s indignation in favor of my husband-to-be’s pleasure.
Lifting my hips high, he pushes into my pussy.
“Not there,” I whisper over my shoulder.
I hear him grunt in surprise.
“Oh, yes,” he pants, “oh, god,” and without hesitation, he positions himself higher and pushes gently, not bothering to lube me up. He knows I can take it. I feel myself give way and gasp. He groans as he pushes further into the tight hole. “Oh, baby,” he says over and over as he moves in and out.
I’m no stranger to anal sex. I’m no stranger to anything. When you have been around the block as many times as I have, anything goes. It doesn’t do much for me, I’ll admit, but for my lovers it is another story. A rare treat. Tonight, with Cole, is about savage, Vampire sex. His first foray into the world of our darkest desires, where we can truly be ourselves, to feel the primal urges we suppress to fit into the human world. This is where we can rip each other apart and not hold back. The sensualism of the situation, along with his obvious pleasure and gratitude, sends a throbbing to my clit, which I coax into an orgasm with my fingers.