“Do you remember that dress I had on? The gold one that cost about thirty thousand dollars? Hey, do you still have that? I was sure I left it in the penthouse,” I say. I’m on a great fishing trip here and I think he knows, but he can’t be sure without accusing me of snooping on his phone.
“I remember,” he says softly. “You looked so beautiful. And yes. I do still have that blasted dress. Set me back thirty five thousand dollars,” he corrects me, annoyed.
I chuckle at him. “I never asked you to buy it. You offered.”
“Because you looked so beautiful in it. How could I not?" He kisses me again and says, "Enough talking."
I move myself on top of him as his hands trail up my back and into my hair. I feel my Dragon tattoo ripple across my back at his touch. She is happy. As much as I enjoyed making love earlier, I’m in the mood for a hard and fast fuck and tell him so.
"Oh, I am glad you said that. I just want to be inside you," he says in relief as he flips me over and rams into me without further ado.
"Oh, yes," I cry out as he proceeds to impale me forcefully, hitting the spot with perfection. It takes me all of a few seconds to explode around him. He follows suit shortly after, his fangs in my neck.
He releases the bite when there is a loud knock at the bedroom door, followed by Sebastian strolling in casually.
"So sorry to bother you," he says as if he really isn't. "You have a visitor on the way up."
"Who is it?" CK asks, pissed off to be interrupted.
"You'll see," Sebastian says as he leers at me and my naked breasts that are on display now that Constantine has climbed off me. I don't bother to cover up as he has already seen them, and I'm not that way inclined anyway. Much to my delight though, my irate sire throws his discarded t-shirt at me to put on and I smile at the gesture. Pulling on jeans and a fresh t-shirt, he follows Sebastian out of the bedroom as I climb out of bed and pop the t-shirt over my head. It smells like him and I decide to keep it. Curious myself as to who the mystery guest is at this early hour, I step out of the bedroom in just his top, which comes down to about my mid-thigh.
A tall, gorgeous redhead, with the brightest blue eyes, steps into the apartment and gushes, "Constantine," as she steps into his open arms.
"Grace," he says with a smile. "How lovely to see you."
"And you, my sire."
My stomach clenches as she calls him that and I realize, that with the exception of Polly, this Grace bitch is the first of his female charges that I have ever seen.
She turns to Sebastian and says, "Seb. It's been forever," and she hugs him too. So, they know each other then. Her accent is Irish, but that doesn't surprise me judging by the look of her.
"Gracie. Back in the homeland, I hear. How's Dublin treating you?"
"Just grand," she says with a big smile. "I love going home."
Me too, I think absently, even though it's been a while.
Her eyes find me, lounging in the bedroom doorway in just CK's t-shirt and she smiles icily at me, "Aefre? Yes?"
I nod.
"I have heard so much about you, I feel like I already know you." She crosses to me. I straighten up as her eyes go to my bare legs and just fucked hair.
CK reaches me before she does and possessively puts his arm around me. Interesting.
"Aefre. This is Grace O'Malley. Grace, this is your new Queen."
"Nice to meet you," I say, taking her outstretched hand. "But, please, call me Liv." CK's hand tightens on my waist at my other name.
"Okay, Liv. It is nice to finally meet the woman who ruined our sire for the rest of us.” She says it with a smile, but I feel the undercurrent of jealousy and dislike, and now understand why CK is holding onto me. He knows that I am perceived as a threat by his other charges.
I’m a bit curious, as she is clearly older than me, but not by that much more I don't think.
The thought must pass across my cursed face as she smiles unkindly and says, "I was turned in 946."
I nod at her information but remain silent. That was fifty years before I was born. I can handle that and not be jealous. Much. She obviously prefers it though, that I am younger than her and that she has had more years with him than me. That thought makes me more jealous now than I should be. It’s about quality not quantity, I chide myself.
"Well, clearly, I have interrupted you," she gestures to us. "I was in the neighborhood for an early breakfast meeting and Seb texted to say you were here. Thought it about time one of us made an effort," she says pointedly at Constantine who grins winningly at her. "You look good," she says softly to him. "It's been a long time since I saw you so happy."