I am damaged.
“What makes you think I would make a good mother?” I ask him, genuinely interested. He knows me. Knows that I am not maternal by any stretch of the imagination.
“I know you will. You don’t see what I see in you. What I have always seen. You might not think this about yourself, but you are very nurturing and loving.”
Come again?
“I have seen how you look after your boys. That desire to protect them, do anything for them. It isn’t just about the sire bond. Just tell me you will give me what I want, and I will do anything for you. Be anything.”
He looks at me beseechingly and I cave. I would do anything for him. Always and forever.
“Okay,” I say, and he beams at me, pulling me to him for a lingering kiss.
My phone buzzing on the table, causes me to pull away. It’s a message from Devon: “We need to talk. Meet me downstairs in ten minutes. Door’s open. Xxx.”
I frown at the phone. Something’s off.
“What’s wrong?” CK asks.
“It’s a message from Devon. Or at least from Devon’s phone.”
“What do you mean?”
“There are three kisses at the end. He never sends kisses – ever. And why would he tell me the door’s open? What does he want me to walk in on?” I ask suspiciously.
CK and I look at each other.
“Perhaps it’s not from Devon, but the girl,” he says, and I have to agree. “Question is, what does she want you down there for without his knowledge?”
I raise my brows at him. “I have a pretty good idea,” I say dryly, and he chuckles.
“Okay, but why would she want you walking in on them having sex?”
“To send a message.”
“Oh?”
“After I got back from The Underworld, Sebastian found me and wanted to talk to me. He pulled me into an empty conference room and we…had words,” I say carefully.
“About what?”
“It’s nothing,” I say, brushing it off. “Devon came in and asked him to leave.”
“Leave? Did he hurt you?” he asks forcefully.
“No, it’s nothing like that. Anyway, after Sebastian left, Dev stayed, and one thing led to another…”
“And you fucked,” he snarls, interrupting me.
“No,” I snap. “But Jess may or may not have walked in on me half naked with my legs wrapped around him and his fangs in my neck.”
“Hm, so let me guess. He went after her and left you unfulfilled,” he says. “And that’s why you should always feed after. It’s called a ‘fuck and feed’ for a reason,” he adds idly.
I glare at him. “Indeed. That’s something you can fix though,” I say seductively, moving closer to him, trailing my hands up his chest.
“You want me to fix your desire for another man?” he asks incredulously.
“But my desire for you is insurmountable, my love.”