He grins at me wickedly. "Yes, we do. But you'll have to give me a minute. A Vampire's constitution, I don't have." I giggle at him, remembering the first time he was with me and Devon and his utter amazement that we really could go all night – or more to the point that Devon could really go all night. I sober then, thinking of Devon, and he sees it on my face.
"He's fine. I spoke to him today. You should stop calling him. He's not going to hold out much longer if you do."
"Isn't that the point? I don't want him to hold out any longer," I say with a frown.
"But he does. It's what he wants. If he comes back to you the way he feels now… it's not what is best for him. Why can't you just accept that?" he says with his own frown.
"Because I am lost without him," I say sadly. "I don't know how to be without him."
He pulls me to him. "You are doing just fine. The more space you give him, the sooner he will return."
Deep down I know that makes sense but if history has taught me anything, it is that I am a stubborn fool. Like sire, like charge. I sigh.
"Fine. I’m leaving it alone now."
He smiles. "Good. Now, where were we?" he asks as he leans down to kiss me.
The rest of the night goes by in incredible sex. He might not have a Vampire's constitution, but fuck me, a Shifter's stamina is nothing to be sniffed at either.
He needs about as much sleep as I do, so we fall asleep together, with him curled up behind me, his strong arms wrapped around me, making me feel safe and content. It makes a nice change instead of me conking out on my own.
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED THREE
I awake a little before six with Lincoln still wrapped around me and my sire staring down at me through narrowed eyes, with an unreadable expression.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I whisper loudly at him.
He blinks. "Watching you sleep."
"That is just over-the-top creepy," I whisper snap at him as I untangle myself from Lincoln and climb out of bed.
"You don't seem to mind when I do it in my bed," he points out.
"That's different. I am sleeping with you. You are watching me sleep with someone else." I pull on a robe and, picking up my phone, I head towards the kitchen leaving him to follow.
"Indeed. You should really be with me. You look a lot more at peace."
I glare at him and say, "You are just beyond weird this morning. What did you come down here for? Because if it was for a three-way, I’m sure Linc would agree.”
He chuckles at my comment and says, "I needed to know you were safe and I wanted to say goodbye before you left for the weekend. I had hoped for a proper one, but you refused me. So, that is a ‘no’ on the three-way this time, I’m afraid.”
"How depressing,” I retort, wishing he’d agreed. “And I didn't refuse you. I had other plans and you knew that. It was unfair of you to ask me to break them."
He shrugs. "Perhaps. But I am a selfish creature."
I hand him a cup of coffee, which he accepts with a nod. "What time do you leave?" he asks, casually taking a sip and stepping back to the other side of the kitchen island.
"Take off at eight," I say shortly, knowing exactly why he moved away from me. It irks him that he can smell Lincoln all over me.
His eyebrows go up and he says, "That's early. I thought you weren't going until later?"
"Change of plans."
"When will you be back?" he asks, again with the casual tone, and I wonder what he is up to.
"Tuesday."
His eyes harden slightly. "What time on Tuesday?"