He loses a bit of that, though, when she leans forward eagerly and whispers, “Sebastian?”
He doesn’t want to admit it and put that thought into her head. He would rather it be some anonymous character that she doesn’t have feelings for. But he can’t lie to her. “Yes,” he says.
Her lips part and her fangs drop. She digs her claws into him and rises up to slip him inside of her. She grinds down on him and he desperately needs to get the picture out of her head. There is no room for Sebastian in any form in this moment for him. He needs her full attention, so he takes back some of his control and sits up, pushing himself further into her. She gasps as he roughly kisses her, dropping his own fangs and slicing her lips open as he laps up her blood. She throws her head back and he bites her throat, viciously tearing at her and she moans as her orgasm takes her over. She clenches around him, massaging his cock to get even harder. He has completely taken over her senses. He knows without a doubt that he is the only one she is thinking about now, and to make extra sure, he pulls on her hair to get her to arch her back and he gives her what she hungers after. He bites down on her peaked nipple sharply and suckles from her breast as she detonates around him again. He can’t hold back after the force of her pleasure and he shoots his seed deep into her, hoping and praying that somehow the gods are on his side and that she gets pregnant with his child.
“I love you,” she murmurs to him as he settles her on the hearth by the roaring fire. It had been dwindling, ready to be stamped out, but by their passion it has come back to life as bright and as strong as his love for her.
“I love you, Aefre,” he says and lies down next to her, pulling the throw over them and tucking her up against his body. “I do need you,” he whispers in her ear. She turns her head with a smile so full of joy that he wishes he had said the words a thousand years ago, just so he could see this happiness on her face. “Thank you for coming to me tonight. I…” He stops, unsure of how to continue.
“I know,” she says, and he is grateful she didn’t need to hear him say how desolate and empty and dead he felt without her here by his side. She snuggles into him and they fall into a comfortable silence. He ruminates back on how he lived without her in his life for years, decades, centuries even. The mere thought of a second away from her now tears at him and he brushes it aside. She isn’t going anywhere. He will make sure of that. He knows he is powerful enough to protect her completely now and he will do that or die trying.
Aefre is falling into a doze, but he isn’t ready to let her sleep yet. He needs more of her body, just the two of them here like this. But he needs to feed her first. He slices his wrist open and places it against her lips. Her hands tighten around his arm and she drops her fangs into him, lazily feeding from him like a contented cat. She pulls back and rolls over onto her stomach thinking she is getting sleep, but he has other ideas. He presses his body against hers, pushing her into the rug. She chuckles slightly and puts her arms down at her sides and tilts her head to give him access to her neck. He drops his fangs and, moving his body over her, he takes his weight on his elbows and leans down to gently feed from her. His cock is already stirring against her and she wiggles her backside as she feels him. He groans and wriggles his hand underneath her and onto her breast. He is feeding slowly, and he wants to feel her wet softness with his fingers as he does so. She turned him down once before, but he isn’t taking no for an answer now.
He snakes his hands down in between her legs and she gasps as his claws nick her sensitive skin. He doesn’t want to hurt her, but he needs to coax an orgasm out of her this way. He shuffles and shoves his cock into her, feeling with his fingers as he slides into her. Oh, the gods it feels just as he knew it would on his sensitive fingertips. Like heaven. As carefully as he can, he circles her ripe nub, catching her every so often with his claws. But the feeling of his member deep inside her and his fangs in her neck take over and she groans softly and moves against him. He speeds up, needing to taste her release. She doesn’t let him down. She ripples against his fingers and the blood rush is the best high a Vampire can have. He releases his fangs but doesn’t retract. He keeps his hand on her mound, needing to feel where they are joined. He cups her, parting his fingers around himself and he lets go with a cry of pure fulfilment that he muffles in her soft hair. He rolls off, taking his weight off her and she reaches for him, not wanting him apart from her. He gathers her up in his arms and whispers a hoarse, “thank you” to her.
She turns in his arms and shakes her head. “Don’t thank me. I am not some whore doing you a favor. I am your wife. My body is yours to do with as you please.”
The unshed tears sting his eyes as he hears everything, he ever wanted her to say to him. Oh, the things he wants to do with her body. She would take it all back if she knew his darkest desires, if she knew what he dreamt of doing to her, what he has done to the Substitutes pretending it was her. If she even knew that much, she would hate him. He sugarcoated his involvement with them, he had to after Lance told her his secret. Her look of disgust had nearly killed him, and he doesn’t blame her. It is disgusting. He is a disgusting monster and he doesn’t deserve her, but he is too far gone now to care or feel guilty about what he has done. It’s over. She truly belongs to him now and that is all he ever really wanted.
She looks at him, confused by his silence. She reaches up to touch his face and he kisses her hand.
“Oh, my sweet, sweet wife. My body is yours; my heart is yours; my essence is yours. My love for you grows ever deeper and I am in your
service for eternity, my love. Everything I have is for you and you alone,” he says to her.
She blinks back her tears and wraps her arms around him. “Mine,” she says as she starts to drift off again a few minutes later. “All mine, forever.”
He smiles smugly to himself. They have exchanged more than just bodily fluids here tonight. She has given herself over to him completely. Yes, he still has to share her for now, but when the time comes, he is confident that she will choose him, and the time is coming, he can sense it. He has given her exactly what she wanted. There is nothing that anybody can give her now that will mean more to her than him giving up his heart and his body to her and his undying love and eternal service to her will seal the deal. Everything he has given her before, everything he has said and done has led up to this one moment. It was perfect. It couldn’t have gone better if he had meticulously planned it. Now, all he has to do is wait and watch the rest of her relationships be destroyed from within. He entwines his arms and legs around his only reason for being and falls into a deep sleep. It has been centuries since he slept so well, and he wakes knowing it was because his life’s mission is coming to an end and he is about to get everything he ever wanted.
Chapter 10
The Underworld, March 2014 - Xane
Xane Astraports into Liv’s library and then wishes that he hadn’t. He should have checked the spying orb first, but he thought she would be upstairs in her bedroom, hence why he came in here. He glares down at her and her sire tangled around one another on the hearth, obviously naked and obviously spent, as neither one woke up when he arrived. He clears his throat and Constantine wakes first, sitting upright, already on the offensive. He sees Xane and relaxes. For some reason that just annoys him that he isn’t perceived as a threat.
“Do you mind?” Constantine sneers at him. “My wife and I would prefer not to be gawked at while we are sleeping.”
Xane watches him tuck the blanket even tighter around Liv’s naked body. “Well, my wife and I are due at a function shortly. Wake her up,” Xane barks at him, thoroughly pissed off.
Constantine glowers at him and stands, unashamed of his nudity, and slowly pulls on his pants. He bends down and gently shakes Liv and she rouses with a startled, “What?” and sits up, the blanket dropping from her, exposing her naked tits. Xane’s mouth starts to water at the sight of her. God, he missed her. Even in this form, he is strongly attracted to her and he cannot wait to get his hands on her.
“You are needed, my sweet,” Constantine says to her and her eyes roam over to find Xane standing there with his arms crossed.
“Oh shit,” she exclaims. “What time is it?”
“Just before eight,” Xane informs her.
She leaps up and grabs her robe, wrapping it around her tightly, but not before he got an eyeful of her luscious body. “I’ll be right back,” she says and, fluffing out her hair, she Astrals off.
Xane waits impatiently. He has been waiting impatiently since she sent him away yesterday. He wanted to fight her, demand that she come with him, that it is her duty, but she looked battered. It tore at his heart to hear about what she went through, and he knows he is treating her differently. He doesn’t like it, but he has to accept it. She doesn’t fall into the same category as other women. She isn’t just a fuck toy or an appropriate potential match. She is his wife, and godammit he wishes she would start acting like it.
“What’s taking so damn long?” he asks. “She can just click her fingers and she’s ready.”
Constantine wanders over to the desk and starts rifling through some papers. “You clearly don’t know her very well,” he says smugly and Xane wants to pull out his sword and finish that duel they started last year. “She has a charge to feed, amongst other things,” he adds.
Xane growls at that.
Cade.