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

He smiles that gorgeous half smile that I love so much. “My turn,” he says with a fiendish glint in his eye.

I yelp in surprise as he flips me over onto my back. I shriek in delight as he starts to tickle me. I playfully try to fight him off, letting him best me as part of the game. Still laughing, he pulls me up onto his lap, facing outwards. “I need to taste you,” he says, suddenly serious, pushing my hair over my shoulder. His hands find my breasts and his claws dig into the soft flesh as he bites down hard on me, his urgency apparent. He drinks, long and hard, far past the point when he should have stopped but I let him take what he wants. He drinks and drinks and I start to feel a bit woozy,

but I let him carry on. My head falls back to his shoulder and he releases the bite, apologies on his lips, “I’m sorry, baby. I just couldn’t get enough of you.”

Still in a bit of a daze, I smile slowly at him, “I know how that feels.” I squirm on his lap and he inhales sharply, “Let me please you now. I want to make you happy.”

“Just being with you makes me happy,” I say.

He keens in desperate need, nuzzling my neck and fondling my breasts until my nipples are two aching points. He lifts me up and onto him and I push down, bringing his wrist to my mouth. I drop my fangs and feed from him, my strength returning, I speed up my movements as he rubs his fingers against my clit. I throb around him in ecstasy.

“Oh, yes,” I say softly, “I love you.”

He climaxes again, unloading into me, unable to stop himself at my words.

We collapse into a heap on the bed breathing heavily, the exertion having taken its toll on Cole, and me still feeling the after-effects of a severe draining. It was the most surreal feeling, knowing I was being drained but that my body was regenerating fast enough for it not to do me in.

“I wanted to know what it felt like,” Cole admits shyly.

“What what feels like?” I ask, still in a bit of a daze.

“Drinking past the limit. Drinking enough to kill.”

My fog instantly forgotten; I sit upright in horror. “Cole! What are you saying?”

He rubs his hand over his face in agitation. “I don’t mean I want to kill someone, I just wanted to know what it was like. That’s all. I get these…urges sometimes. It’s nothing,” he says, looking away, probably wishing he had never started this.

“Cole, baby. It’s natural to feel like that. The urge to hunt and kill, it’s the most basic part of us. You are so strong. You have been so controlled, even in the face of everything that has happened in the last seven months. It’s any wonder you have managed so well, especially with me gone so much. I am so proud of you and I’m so much in love with you.”

He beams now at my praise but the shadow of my comment about being gone flashes underneath.

“If it ever gets too much, just call me and I will be here in a swirl of light, my love. I don’t want you to lose control and do something you aren’t prepared for, something you will regret.”

“Prepared for…” he repeats. “That’s an odd choice of words.”

“Yes, I suppose it is, but accurate nonetheless.”

He peers at me. “You think it is inevitable?”

I don’t answer him for a long time. I just stare into his beautiful, ever changing, blue-gray eyes. “I’m afraid so,” I say eventually and put my head on his chest to avoid the sad look in his eyes.

We lie in silence for a while and I start to drift off. I hear Cole whisper so quietly to me, “I never, ever want to be apart from you. I will never leave you. He will never have you.”

This jolts me awake and he shifts uncomfortably, only having voiced his thought because he thought I was asleep.

I frown, knowing I must go again tomorrow. To what? This back and forth life I have gotten myself into is confusing and someone always ends up hurting when I go. I end up hurting too because of their pain. Plus, Devon’s betrayal is still such a shock. Between spending two days with Constantine and then the trip to Las Vegas, it is going to be Saturday before I get back here again to see Cole. It also leaves no time for Lincoln, and while he isn’t as needy as the Vampires tend to be, he still requires my undivided attention some of the time.

I sigh and make a decision. About this week, anyway. I climb off the bed, pulling on a robe and go to my phone. I call CK, much to Cole’s annoyance, but I shush him, and he stops complaining.

It rings. And rings. And rings.

Hm, he must still be in a foul mood over our previous conversation. Determined to be a pain in the arse, I leave it to ring until he eventually answers it.

“What?” he snaps, and I flinch.

“Is that any way to answer the phone?” I say sweetly.

He grumbles at me. “I am pissed with you. You hung up on me,” he sulks. I resist the urge to burst out laughing. Sulking is most amusing on him.