“I forget sometimes, how young you are. I mean human-age wise,” I add as his eyebrows shoot upward.
He laughs. “Oh, my sweet. You do have the capacity to still surprise me. I haven’t been called young since I was a boy.”
I move towards him. He drops his legs flat and like yesterday, I crawl up onto his lap, my hands stroking his face.
I’m itching to ask him about his childhood, but it’s off limits. I can delve into the highlights with my new and improved magick brain, but I wish he would tell me.
As ever, he reads my thoughts. “Isn’t it all in your head already?”
“Just some hard facts. No feelings, my love. Just once I wish you would tell me,” I whisper.
“Maybe another time. Right now, we have other things to do.” With that said, the subject is closed as always. He claims my mouth in a soft kiss, running his hands down my back. Always so good with the distraction, I lose myself in him as I free him and slide down his length until he is filling my pussy right up. I move over his engorged cock, pushing him as far into me as possible.
He groans as feels my slick pussy sheathing him. Dropping his fangs, he holds the back of my head as he bites down on my neck. I slowly move my hips over him. Releasing his bite, he plunges his tongue into my mouth fangs still bared, scraping at my skin. I feel myself respond and, as I Shift, I drag my claws down his perfect chest drawing blood. Careful not to touch me with his, he lets me mark him, which is an unusual act for him. Growing bold and knowing he won’t be pleased, I bring my thumbs up together on his chest and draw them out and down slowly, deliberately to opposite ends, finishing with a quick slash through the middle. He stares down at the massive blood red ‘A’ I have drawn on him, growling softly, pulling my mouth to his as it heals. The fire burning inside me erupts. He moans into my mouth as he feels me throbbing around him. Pushing my hips further down, he spurts his load into me. We both stay there, not moving for a while.
“Sorry,” I mumble eventually. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Why not?” he asks, catching me by surprise.
“I know you don’t like it, because of… you know...” I refer to his making, the details of which I am not supposed to know, but I now understand his issue with clawing and why it is a no-no.
“I didn’t mind that,” he says slyly.
My eyes widen. “Oh, really? You like being branded as mine?” I ask boldly.
His eyes narrow at my tone. “Watch yourself, Aefre, you may be The Power of One, and you may know what happened, but you are still mine to punish as I see fit.”
I inhale sharply at his unexpected words. After yesterday, I didn’t think he would ever say that to me again.
“I don’t have to physically hurt you to punish you,” he murmurs cryptically.
I hope that I never have to find out what that means.
Climbing off him abruptly, I change the subject, “We had better get showered and changed. I’m in the mood to push Gregor hard today. I want this over.” I stalk off, leaving him sitting there fuming that I dared to walk away from him.
CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
He finds me in the shower and joins me after a moment. I turn my back to him, but he pulls me close. “Don’t sulk with me, Aefre. It’s not an attractive quality.” His words infuriate me. I sulk even more with him to his amusement.
“I like this,” he says quietly. “Waking with you, fucking you, showering with you before we go to work together. This is how it should be,” he says wistfully as he stands under the shower jet as the water pounds down onto him.
Hm, wet CK is fucking sexy. He senses me watching him and grins before he pushes me against the wall. He lifts me, plunging into my pussy without preamble. I drop my fangs. He tilts his head to the side giving me the access I’m craving. Feeding from him while he fucks me to an orgasm is definitely high on my list of favorite things to do. The nasty thoughts about his cryptic threat leave under his lavish attentions. I sigh in bliss, knowing that a dreamy smile is playing at my lips.
A bit later, I find a wardrobe full of clothes that he – well actually I assume Marguerite – bought for me. I sift through them unable to decide what might entice Gregor to up his game.
“He likes class,” CK says to me from the other side of the door where he is fixing up his tie in the mirror.
I pull the door closed and he frowns at me, as he can no longer see himself. Vain fool.
“How the fuck do you do that?” I snap. “Is it like some kind of I.V. superpower?”
He chuckles. “I.V? Oh, Initial Vampire. What? You don’t have it with Devon?” he asks dodging the question, far too delighted that I don’t when I shake my head. “One day maybe, when you are close enough.” He throws the insult at me casually, causing my temper to flare so that I slam the door back out nearly smacking him with it in the process.
“Speaking of Devon, I should call him. Pick something for me to wear,” I order at him. He raises his eyebrow, but does as I ask anyway.
“Finally!” Devon barks at me when he answers.
“Hello, to you too.”