“Constantine…stop…”
He increases his thrusts.
“Please…” I beg.
He increases his thrusts even more.
“Stop!” I cry out but choke on it as his hand goes around my throat.
That is when I see the power coming off his hand. It is like a shimmer of force and I know exactly what he is doing. He is using his powers on me, to make me weaker.
“No!” I say, my arms collapsing under me. He falls on top of me, riding me like a fucking animal. In the next instant, he pulls out and I gasp in relief. He flips me over so that I am facing him and whatever power he was using on me dissipates when he looks into my eyes.
“I couldn’t help myself,” he says, but it isn’t an apology.
He slides himself gently into my pussy and he frowns. I am not soaking wet as I usually am to receive him. I am as dry as the Sahara.
He rams into me, obstructed by the lack of moisture. That’s when it hits him. I see it pass over his face as I watch him, with my lips clamped shut. He knows he went too far. I have never in all my thousand and three years, ever, been resistant to his cock.
“What did I do
to you?” he asks, expecting an answer. But fucked if I have one. I would dearly love to know. He seems like he knew what he was doing and now that I think about, I have felt that same weakness many times in the past when we have fucked roughly like that.
He quickly withdraws and cradles me to him. “I’m sorry. I…should never have done that. I got carried away.”
“What did you do?” I ask stiffly.
“I–I drew on your essence. I didn’t know it was still possible…” He stops speaking and looks away.
“Still possible?” I spit at him.
He nods, ashamed of himself. “As your sire, I was able to strip your essence and take it into myself. I tried to avoid it when we made love, but sometimes, when it was raw and primitive, that side of me just couldn’t stop it. I apologize a thousand times, Aefre. I am a terrible man, a terrible sire, for doing that to you.”
I am flabbergasted. Not only that he did such a thing to me, repeatedly no less, but that he actually just admitted to doing it. “Stripped my essence?” I didn’t even know it was possible. Can all sires do that? Have I ever done it to Devon, or Cole for that matter, without my knowledge?
He nods.
“What does it do?” I whisper, needing to know if he has harmed me in any way.
“Gives me your life force,” he whispers back. “It is a high that I cannot express to you in words.”
Wow. Really? He just laid it on the table like that with absolutely no regrets whatsoever.
“And to me?” I ask, bitterly.
“It weakens you. Makes you tired, but there is no permanent damage to you. You get it all back over several hours, less with a feed.”
“And that makes it okay?” I shriek, sitting up and pulling away from him. “How dare you violate me like that! That is worse than…worse than…” I want to say what Lance did to me, but is it? Like he said, no permanent harm done. Not really.
“I want yours,” I state. “You owe me that much.”
“It doesn’t work that way. You don’t have that kind of power over me,” he says, matter-of-factly and it makes my cheeks burn.
He is just making this worse. Arsehole!
“But there may be a way,” he adds eagerly. Too eagerly. It is almost like he has been waiting to bring this up.
“Huh?” I ask, trying to keep up.