"Liv will suffice," I say.
He bows his head. "It is a pleasure. Sorry it has taken me so long to make your acquaintance, I was held up somewhat."
"No worries. I assume you are another one of CK's B.C. boys, seeing as you Teleported in?" I say, referring to the ability that only seems to appear to Vampires after a good two thousand years or more. Not to be confused, of course, with my own Astralling ability that is part of my Dragon Power package and nothing to do with my Vampire self.
"CK's B.C. boys?" he asks, confused.
CK looks at me, amused. "Is that what you call them? I quite like it," he chuckles.
I throw a laugh back at him.
"I still don't get it," Sebastian says, frowning.
"It doesn't matter. Fact is, you Teleported into my living room, trying to find our sire and in the process interrupted a rather important bonding session," I huff at him.
"Bonding session? He's not one of ours," Sebastian sneers at Lincoln, who gets his hackles up.
"He is one of mine," I snap at him and he has the grace to look contrite at my evident defense.
"Well, don't let me interrupt you. Please go back to your bonding. I'll wait," he says with a slight leer.
"Humph, you wish," I huff at him rudely.
He raises his eyebrow at me. “It has been a while since my sire, and I shared a bite to eat. Do you mind?" he asks as he steps closer, fangs dropping.
CK steps in front of me and holds his hand up. "Back off, Sebastian. You know she’s not for sharing."
"Oh, now clearly that is not the case," he says with a pointed look at Lincoln.
"He's different," he says shortly.
"You choose a Wolf over your own charge? I am wounded," he says sarcastically but retracts his fangs anyway.
"Her choice."
"Well, I have to say she is far more appealing in person than you spoke of. No wonder you kept her from me. She is exactly my type," he says eyeing me.
I glare at him. Taking the opportunity to eye him back as well. He is remarkable. Not really my type being blonde and green-eyed himself, but he is about Lincoln's height, maybe a bit taller with a slender yet well-muscled body.
Enjoying the lingering once-over, I’m giving him, he says, "Seeing as our sire seems to have lost his manners, let me introduce myself. I am Sebastian Gautier."
I chuckle at his comment that has made CK look like he is about to blow a gasket. "Liv O'Dell."
"The pleasure is all mine. Or perhaps it is all yours. If I remember correctly, Constantine knows how to please a woman."
CK growls low in his throat as I turn to him with a grimace. "Yes, he sure does," I mutter, but move into his arms to trail a long, black nail down his chest.
He looks smug at my actions and words. "Now if you wouldn't mind, we would like to get back to our… bonding," I say.
"Like I said, I don’t mind waiting, although, I know a thing or two myself on how to please a woman. I'll be happy to show you, if you like?" he asks me.
"That won't be necessary," CK says with a scowl.
"Well, this has been interesting, but would you mind waiting upstairs?" I point my finger upward and he looks up.
"Upstairs?"
"My apartment is upstairs. You Teleported into Liv's," CK explains.