“Get dressed. There is someone on the way up,” I say.
“Oh, who?” He looks slightly put out.
“I need to feed, baby. I’m starving. Nico is bringing me someone,” I say. Well, I hope he is. I sent him a message and assume he got it.
“Of course,” he says. “I’m still not used to you needing so much blood.”
I smile at him. “Me neither. It’s hard to remember all the time. I think I just need to have someone follow me around all the time,” I joke.
He looks at me seriously. “I could arrange that if it’s what you wanted. I would do anything for you.”
“Oh, no, no! It was a joke. I don’t think I could treat someone that way,” I say, feeling a bit horrible for even joking about it. We get dressed in silence, me in my usual attire, him in casual jeans and t-shirt.
Nico, not even bothering to knock, barges in with a Feeder for me and, looking mighty relieved to find me looking like myself and not gussied up as I was last night, nods briefly and exits. I cast a quick glance at CK with a small smile tugging at my lips and he grunts, “A beast.” I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing out loud.
I take my fill thankfully and feel much better about things. I have to go and find Devon soon to see how he is holding up, but there is one small thing I have to do first. I messaged it to Nico as well, so I see my Feeder out and wait. CK looks at me as I stand there.
“Everything okay?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“What are you up to?” he asks me suspiciously.
I step closer to him and take his hand. “There is something I want you to do.”
“Oh?” He raises his eyebrow at me and asks, “What is that, then?”
With excellent timing, Nico comes back in with a petite green-eyed blonde, who – despite the description – looks nothing like me, thankfully. He leaves and I say calmly to CK, who is glaring at me with undisguised fury, “Feed in front of me.”
“I don’t think so,” he says shortly.
“Yes. I want you to. You owe me.”
“Do I now?”
“You do,” I say with finality.
He flicks his gaze to the woman, who is trying to look nonchalant, but is most definitely not happy with this arrangement. I know this is one of his regular Feeders as that is what I asked Nico to bring, but clearly Sebastian was right. He doesn’t talk to them or even really acknowledge their presence.
“Aefre,” he warns me as I let go of his hand and take hold of the woman instead. I place her in front of him and she lets me, terrified out of her mind now that I am also going to drink from her.
“Do it,” I order him, stepping up close to the woman, sandwiching her in between the two of us. With a final glare at me, he drops his fangs and, gripping her by the shoulders, slowly lowers his mouth to her neck. She gasps at the sharp sting but then relaxes as he starts to suckle. Oh, she is definitely enjoying this more than she should be, and it’s no wonder. I was right about what I said about his effect on the female kind. She would drop her knickers for him in a heartbeat. I lean closer to her and her eyes pop open as she feels my lips softly on hers. I gently push my tongue into her mouth, and she responds to me as I knew she would. CK moves his grip to my shoulders, digging his claws into me since he can’t do it to her, and I gasp at the sting of it. He moves one hand up to the back of my head, keeping me close to her as I kiss her gently.
He releases the bite quickly, having taken a bit too much, and growls low in his throat as he is turned on seeing me like this. I have no idea if he will call it all off or follow through. I’m interested to find out if he was completely truthful about not fucking his Feeders.
Unfortunately, we are interrupted by a loud banging on the door. Ignoring it, I continue my task, but the banging continues. Geez, whoever it is, really wants in. The spell is broken as the woman comes to her senses and pulls away from me. She is the one who gets to the door first and rushes out, pushing past the woman who is standing there in surprise.
She steps inside and I give her a once-over, eyes sweeping from the top of her auburn-haired head, down to her glowing green eyes, down her stunning body to her feet clad in very expensive shoes. She looks very familiar as she closes the door and turns to CK with a winning smile.
“Constantine, my love,” she gushes. “I heard you were in town. Thought you might want to play.” She brushes past me with a dismissive glance and goes to kiss my man firmly on the mouth. I note with absolute fury that he doesn’t push her away.
She is tall with legs up to her ears and as she turns back to me, piercing my eyes with hers that look so familiar, it suddenly comes as no surprise to me when she says, “I assume you are the one who killed my sister?”
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-SIX
“V ivienne,” CK says quietly, “this is Liv. Your Queen. Do well to remember that.”
“Oh, I mean her no harm, Eloise was a first-class bitch. I’m not sad to see her gone,” she says breezily, putting her arm around my sire.