Taking the opportunity to throw my weight around, I kneel behind him and push his head to the side. Dropping my fangs, I sink them slowly into him, drawing deeply on him. He pushes his hand up into my hair to hold me close and I bite a tiny bit harder. Releasing him, I push him down and turn him over.
“How much do you want me?” I say against his lips.
He growls, holding my head in place. “More than you will ever know,” he gets out before he forces his tongue against mine.
Wanting him inside me again, I push against him and he enters me with a tilt of his hips. He hits the spot perfectly. I move slowly over him. He sits us up, mouth never leaving mine, and I ride him to the point of no return. We come together, gasping into each other’s mouths as the pleasure takes us over completely.
We fall back to the bed together, but I stay on top of him, stretching out and getting comfortable with my head on his chest. Within seconds, I’m falling asleep again thinking this is getting ridiculous.
A loud knocking disturbs me. I hear Cole move over to answer the bedroom door. It is CK and Devon.
“She’s sleeping,” Cole says firmly as they come into the bedroom.
“Again?” Devon says worriedly.
“Look, she’s been through a lot lately. I say we just leave her for now.”
Happy with that idea, I stay still and silent, hoping they will go away.
“Dmitri is here. Downstairs,” CK says. “She wanted to talk to him, and he won’t wait all day. Wake her up.”
Still in a snarky mood then.
I sigh and open my eyes. “I’m awake. Just give me a minute to pull myself together.” I get out of bed.
I stalk to the bathroom and close the door. Stepping into the shower, I pin my hair up not wanting it to get wet and proceed to… well, not do anything except stand there.
Move, Liv, I tell myself, but still do nothing. I’m bone weary. I can’t say for sure how long I’m in the shower, but Cole comes in sometime after and finds me sitting with the water pounding down on me, head on my raised knees. I sit up suddenly as I hear him come in, followed closely by the other two, after his very loud “Christ, Liv!”
> He opens the shower. “I told you we should have left her,” he hisses at my sire, who grunts in appreciation of the fact that I am indeed not one hundred per cent on top of my game.
“No, I’m okay. Just get me some blood,” I say and pull myself up with the help of Cole. Devon hands me a towel, while CK shoves his wrist in my face.
“Drink.”
My fangs have already dropped, and I latch onto him like a starving child. With no end in sight, he pulls me to his chest and sinks us both to the floor as I’m drinking way more than I should. Not that it’ll kill him, as he regenerates way too quickly for that, but it won’t make him feel the best either. Leaning my head on his chest, I make a humongous effort to pull away. He breathes in sharply as I release him.
“Fuck, Lizzie. Are you okay?” Devon asks, worried.
Opening my eyes, as again they seem to have closed all on their own, I lean on CK to stand, saying, “Yes. I’m fine.” They all frown at my ‘fine’. “Let me get dressed and then I will go and speak to Dmitri.”
“No. You need to rest,” CK says. “You said I’m your proxy; I will deal with this. Just tell me exactly what you want from him.”
Oh, no, matey, I am not letting you get away with pushing me out of the loop on this.
“No,” I say instead. “I already know Dmitri, remember? We go way back. I will handle this.” I move unsteadily to my wardrobe. I sift mindlessly through some clothes until Devon steps in and hands me something appropriate.
“Thank you,” I mutter.
“I think you should let us handle this, Lizzie. You already appointed us, and we know what you want from him. We can do this. Just go back to bed.”
“No, thank you. I am fine,” I say. I pull the dress he handed me over my head and turn for him to zip it up, which he does. Stepping into some shoes, I make my way to the door and head downstairs to my sibling waiting for me in my office. They follow me, mumbling something about something, but I’m too focused on trying to get my head straight for this meeting. What the Hell is wrong with me?
As soon as I step into my, very airy, office, I come to a bit and greet Dmitri like an old friend. Which I suppose he is, in a way. I met him about five hundred and fifty years ago. Yet another of CK’s BC boys – as I like to call all the ones he turned during the ‘Before Christ’ years – this one turned around 5BC. Thankfully, he is nothing like Lance. We met in 1453, when Constantinople fell to the Ottoman Turks. Both of us fighting for our sire’s side. Oh, yeah, I was pretty kick ass with a weapon back in the day, but more on that later.
“Viviana,” he greets me with warmth and a kiss to each cheek. “You look… different.”
“Hello, Dmitri. Yes, this is how I normally look.”