“Hmm?” I draw my attention back to him. He is peering at me curiously as if he has no idea how to handle me. I suppose he doesn’t. Drama like this is not a part of his life, despite his own eventful life, death, and subsequent resurrection.
“You have had a trying few weeks. You should feed,” he says.
I nod mutely. I am ravenous; I have no idea if I was feeding while I was being spelled by Sebastian as I don’t remember a thing.
He sits down in a chair and makes himself comfortable. He holds his hand out to me and I approach him cautiously. There is something bigger going on with my feelings for him right now and it is starting to freak me out. I must be Vampirically weak or something because I suddenly see him as my sire and that is something that I thought would never happen. Not to mention I promised CK that I would never think of him that way. I stumble forward over this ridiculously medieval gown and I grimace at it. I know this place is heavily warded, but I attempt to do a simple change-of-clothes Astral and to my relief it works. I am now standing before him in a skimpy, black vest top and black, twirly skirt, the highest Louboutins on my feet. Bliss.
He frowns at me in disapproval. “That attire is too scandalous,” he says. “Cover up.”
“No,” I say with a shake of my head. “I have been away from outfits like this for way too long.”
His eyes roam down from the top of my head all the way to the tips of my Louboutins. I think his eyes lingered on my growing baby bump, but I couldn’t be too sure.
His eyes grow darker as I stalk towards him and I see a hint of confusion in them as well. I climb onto his lap and he pulls back as far as the chair will allow him. He clearly had assumed I would go behind him to feed from him, but no, that’s not how this is going to go down. I undo the top button of his shirt as he regards me closely. He then bats my hands away and proceeds to unbutton every single button himself and then remove his shirt completely. He throws it on the floor, and I sweep my appreciative gaze over his hard body. It’s no secret that I like my men with rock-hard abs, and I find him very appealing in this moment. I can tell he is growing shy about my overt gaze, so I give him something to look at in return. I whisk my top over my head and throw it on top of his shirt. His eyes go straight to my breasts for a moment before they find my eyes again.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“I need to feel you against me,” I say and drop my fangs.
He doesn’t say anything as I press my breasts against his chest and then lower my mouth to his neck. He places his hand on my back, right in the middle, and I can feel V.A. flap Her wings happily at his touch.
I bite into him and his blood rushes into my mouth in a delicious torrent. I groan quietly as I feel my sire’s blood give me the strength that I was missing. It is undeniable and it messes with my head. I take his hand and place it on my thigh, high up underneath my skirt. He doesn’t remove it but instead gives me a gentle squeeze. When I remove my fangs from his neck, having taken my fill, he stands up with me still in his arms and walks us over to the bed.
“You wish to make love?” he asks me.
I hold back the chuckle at his formality and nod my head. He lays me gently on the bed and strips off my skirt. That’s when I feel like I have been doused with cold water. His eyes go hard and cold and he stands up, turns away, and pulls his shirt back on.
“What the fuck?” I ask him, propping myself up on my elbows. Talk about rejection. Jesus.
“I cannot treat you with such disrespect in your condition,” he says stiffly.
“My condition?” I ask at a loss.
“You are carrying another man’s child,” he says through gritted teeth. “I cannot defile you when you are in such a state.”
“Oh,” I say, crumpling up my nose. No one else seems to have that issue. Should they? I don’t know, it’s a new experience for all of us. “But what if I want to be defiled?” I add.
“Aefre,” he says to me with a tut. “I cannot do this.” He hands me my top, but I ignore it. I want sex with my sire, and I want it now. I don’t care how wrong it is. I look at him and I can’t help the stupid, doe-eyed look that crosses my face. He catches it and he glares at me. He won’t recognize it as sire adoration and I have no idea where it came from, but here it is, in all of its most inconvenient glory.
“Do not try and seduce me,” he says. “It will not work.”
“Seduce you?” I ask, standing up, not bothering to cover up. “I wasn’t aware that I had to try.”
“Put your clothes back on, Aefre. I will not lie with you while you are still so attached to the other men,” he says.
“What are you saying?” I ask. “Is that an ultimatum?”
“Yes,” he says. “I will not share you with them.”
I roll my eyes at him because how many times have I heard that before? They cave, they are men, they always do.
“I told you once before that I will take care of all of your needs, Aefre. Our bodies were made for each other, they offer each other complete satisfaction. There is no room for anyone else,” he says.
“It isn’t just about sex, Remiel,” I say to him. “I love them.”
His frown grows so fierce it makes my heart jump, but I stand my ground.
“How?” he asks. “You should love only one.”