“Neither is watching you be with every man in here.”
“Not every man,” I say mildly, and Devon bursts out laughing and says, “I’ll see you soon, Lizzie. Come back down and sit with me when you are done here.”
“She will never be done here,’” CK grouses. “I am not a quick fuck before she moves onto the next one.”
Cade is looking appalled at our debauchery being discussed so casually. “Get used to it,” Devon says to Cade. “It happens a lot.”
“Bye, baby,” I say to him and he waves.
“You guys are far more depraved than anyone has a right to be. This sharing isn’t normal,” Cade remarks.
“We aren’t normal,” I say, getting a bit annoyed with the judgment.
“Clearly,” he says. “Well, I will most definitely catch up with you later. I am starting to make a list of things I will not do or be a part of.” And with that he exits, leaving CK, Sebastian, and me snickering at his moral high ground.
Unfortunately, he lets Vivienne in on his way out and I scowl at her as I twine my arms around my sire.
“Sebastian, they told me I could find you in here now. We are sharing?” she asks.
“No, we are not,” I say to her. “You may go about your business as shall we.”
“Hm, possessive little thing, aren’t you,” she muses. “We could have so much more fun if everyone joined in.” She glows at CK. “Your boy here is wicked, but he is no match for you.”
Having had enough of just about everyone today and in no mood for this bitch, I step closer to her, bunching my hand into a fist. I bring my arm back and punch her square in the face, sending her flying. “If you even look at him again, I will rip your head off,” I roar at her.
“Oh, she is yours, isn’t she, my dear. Perhaps you need to exert more control over her. She clearly doesn’t know who she is messing with,” she says as she stands up unruffled. Quick as lightning, she is in front of me, her hand on my chest as she pushes back but I don’t falter. I may be younger, but I am stronger, and I revel in it, giving her a sneer to top all sneers.
“Give me a reason to end you like I did your sister! You keep your slutty hands away from my sire,” I say, removing her hand from my person in my strong grip, squeezing until I hear the satisfying crunch of her bones underneath my fingers. She yelps but brings her other hand up to slap me in the face, claws extended, drawing blood. Now that fucking hurt, and I am even madder than I was. Extending my claws, I rake them across her own face as I tighten my grip on her broken hand. I twist her around, bringing her arm back behind her and pulling it up high, breaking it. I shove her roughly to the floor, face down and stand over her, feet planted either side. She realizes she is outmatched and for the first time takes me seriously. I had half expected CK to interfere, telling me to calm myself but no, he is just standing there looking faintly amused and somewhat proud of me. It pleases me, a lot, that he has let me throw my weight around.
“I see I underestimated you. I apologize, Your Majesty,” she smarms at me as she turns underneath me.
“And?” I bend down, getting in her face.
“And, I won’t go near your sire again.”
“On pain of your own death,” I hiss at her. “Oh, and this…you won’t be needing this anymore.” I yank the collar off her and fry it to ash in my bare hand, letting the burnt remains fall lightly on top of her. Her eyes widen in a modicum of fear.
That’s right, bitch.
I get off her and turn to CK, taking his hand and leading him to our bedroom, slamming the door behind us.
“Queen Aefre,” he says with pride, “you are truly spectacular.”
I smile shyly.
“Oh, and I quite like jealous you,” he says. “Makes me feel loved.”
“You are, you idiot. Got any more playthings around here that you want me to smack down?” I ask with a raised brow.
He shakes his head. “Not that I know of.”
“Wrong answer…” I start before he silences me with a kiss so precious, I just want it to last forever.
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED FORTY-EIGHT
I feel the change come over me again as I am on top of my sire. The sharpening of senses, the clearer focus. Aww crap! Xerxei is making an impromptu appearance and I’m not too thrilled. Neither is he as he looks at me as I change, and his eyes harden in response. Despite his bad reaction, I come forcefully around him and then promptly pass out.
I come to several hours later. It is dark out now. I’m tucked up in bed with three candles glowing brightly next to me. Clearly, CK is worried. My vision is still sharp, and I put my hand up to my hair, bringing it to my eyes in horror. I am still Xerxei. I try to Shift but I can’t. I’m stuck and this is bad. I cast a quick glance down at myself and am surprised. I didn’t get much of a look before and I quite like what I see. I climb off the bed and go to the bathroom mirror. I stare at myself. I’m taller, maybe by about three inches. My long, straight black hair falls to my waist. My eyes are by far and away the freakiest thing I’ve seen, being all red and glowy, like Dracul’s painting. Cheekbones to cut yourself on, my breasts are large and perfect. My limbs are long and highly toned. I have a flat stomach and a pert backside, I note, turning around, and my Dragon tattoo is still in place with my Demon marking glowing brightly. I’m in awe as She is in repose. I have never seen Her at rest. Always on the alert, it is strange to see Her so peaceful. It is quite obvious that She is comfortable now, with me in this body.