A Forever Series Box Set: A Paranormal Reverse Harem-(Book 1-5)

I grab it. “Yes?” I say sweetly.

“Don’t be a fool, Aefre. Let them do their job,” he reprimands me.

“Oh, I told him he could, as long as he likes to watch,” I say to rile him up as I step into the elevator, with the four men following me closely.

He draws in a sharp breath and replies coldly, “It doesn’t normally bother you having people watch.”

“Well, I’ll be sure to have him give you a full report after we’re done.”

“Stop being childish, Aefre. It is not an attractive quality.”

“Call off the guards then. They can stay but not right next to me.”

“Fine, have it your way, but I am not amused by your behavior.”

“I am not amused by yours,” I retort boldly.

“Aefre,” he warns.

I give in. “I’m sorry. You know I don’t like to be hovered over,” I whine at him.

He sighs. “I need you safe, my love. Please.”

“Fine, but they stay outside. It’s non-negotiable.”

“Fine,” he says in a huff.

“Thank you,” I say and have the pleasure of hanging up on him. I give the phone back to what’s-his-name and take Cole’s hand as we exit the elevator and enter the suite, happily closing the door on the three irate bodyguards.

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED EIGHTEEN

We forget all about everyone else as we kiss. Cole runs his hands up my arms and into my hair. I pull his t-shirt off and admire him, planting little tiny kisses all the way down his chest. He picks me up and carries me to the bedroom, placing me down gently and removing all of our clothes and shoes. He grins down at me as I lose a few inches and whispers, “I do love you in just your bare feet.”

“Mm, I am quite partial to having you tower over me. Makes me feel safe and protected,” I murmur.

He looks delighted with my words. “I will always keep you safe,” he says before he kisses me again. He sits on the bed and pulls me on top of him. “You first,” he says.

I smile and drop my fangs. Digging my claws into his shoulders, I lower my mouth slowly to his neck and push his head to the side.

“Oh, baby,” he moans as I bite down softly, drawing out the anticipation of the initial sharp sting. He pushes his hand into my hair and increases the pressure, encouraging me to bite harder. I oblige but still so slowly. The blood is seeping out of the puncture wounds around my fangs and slowly rolling down his chest. His cock stirs beneath me and it excites me that my bite, my harsh touch, arouses him. He lifts my hips and pushes himself inside me and it’s my turn to moan as I feel him enter me. I’m suckling slowly on him as I move over him and it is driving him to the point of no return. I want to do this for him. Just think about him. He can sort me out later. This moment right here is all about Cole, my husband that I love, my charge that I would do almost anything for. I can feel our bond strong and beautiful and I know he feels it too as he lets go with a soft grunt thrusting deep inside me.

I release the bite and retract my fangs before I kiss him deeply. I pull back, push him back to the bed and crawl over him to lick up the blood that is now cooling and slightly sticky on his chest. Oh, he tastes heavenly.

“Oh, Liv,” he sighs as I bring my face back in line with his. “Let me show you how much I love you. How much I want you.”

I shake my head. “I’m not done with you yet,” I say wickedly, and he is elated. I slowly kiss my way down his neck and across his shoulder, all the way down his right arm to his fingertips, where I suck each one in turn and graze his palm with my fangs causing a ripple to run through him. I drag my fangs lightly over his wrist and up the sensitive inside of his arm. I kiss my way across his chest and repeat the process on his left arm and he is about ready to explode. “Liv. That feels so good. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.”

Taking that as my cue, I speed up my arduous torture on him and drag my tongue down his chest, over his very well-defined stomach, lower and lower until, fangs retracted, I take his twitching dick in my mouth.

He groans, “Oh, yes, baby.”

I work my fingers and tongue over his length, relishing the taste of him on my lips. He comes soon after in quick bursts down my throat. I swallow and he whispers, “Christ, I love you. The things you do to me.”

“What else do you want me to do to you?” I say playfully, reveling in the role of pleasing him without getting anything in return. It is exciting me beyond belief, and I want more.

“I just want you to love me forever,” he says quietly.

I crawl up him and kiss him. “That, my love, is a done deal.”