“I can’t help it. You still need to feed from humans,” I say in between my pathetic weeping.
“No,” he corrects me. “I don’t need to feed from humans.”
“You know what I mean,” I mumble. “You are still going to want to.”
“I don’t,” he says to my surprise. “I only ever want to feed from you.”
I look back at him and he smiles down at me. “Just ask me, Aefre, and I will do whatever you wish.”
Ask him? Of course he is going to make me say it out loud. Arsehole. “Please,” I whimper. “Please don’t feed from skanky women anymore. Just have me.”
He bursts out laughing at my sheer humiliation and I cover my face with my hands.
He removes my hands from my face and he has that glorious smile on his face when he says, “I promise you, my wife, that I will never feed from a skanky woman again. Human or Vampire. You are enough for me, for eternity.”
“Thank you,” I say, feeling so ridiculous for suddenly getting jealous about his feeding habits. The man has to live, after all.
“Thank you,” he says.
“What for?” I ask, confused.
“For caring enough to let it bother you,” he says. “I never thought jealousy could be so attractive.”
I snort in amusement. “I am not jealous,” I say haughtily, but who am I kidding? Not him, that’s for sure.
“Yes, you are and it pleases me,” he says.
“Happy to please you, sir,” I say sarcastically and he chuckles.
“Do you know what else would please me?” he asks.
“What?”
“Allowing me to finish,” he says frankly. “My cock is about to ready to explode.”
It is my turn to burst out laughing and I push him off me. I straddle him, sliding his impressive cock inside me and I ride him like a cowgirl until he comes inside me with a loud groan.
“Happy?” I ask him with a smirk and lean over to kiss him.
“Very,” he says and stretches.
“Good,” I say as I climb off him and give him a stern look.
He sighs and sits up, taking my hand. When I pull mine out of his, he frowns at me. We both realize it is a manipulation technique that no longer works on me. I am interested to see how he plans on talking his way out of this one without being able to use our Vampire bond to sway me.
“I know you don’t like what I did, but I did it for us,” he starts uncertainly.
I roll my eyes at him and his poor excuse.
“Aefre, I was threatened,” he says. “I was happy for you to have your other lovers because I knew that they didn’t really mean anything to you. It was fun and that’s all. When Vito told me that you were in love, I snapped. I couldn’t have him taking you away from me.”
I remain silent as I don’t really have anything to say to that.
“I know that whatever I say won’t appease you but know that I did mean to go back for him. I had no intention of leaving him there so long, it was meant to be a punishment, so that he knew he couldn’t betray me in that way and get away with it. But things got in the way and soon we were more in love than we ever were after Constantinople fell. I couldn’t risk bringing him back and him finding you to rekindle whatever it was that you had,” he explains to me with a sorrowful look.
I bite the inside of my mouth until I taste blood. As explanations go it isn’t a very good one. I understand that he thinks it is, but he took a man from me that I cared for and loved and threw him to the Witches to be bled out on a daily basis.
“Whatever it was that we had was love, Constantine,” I say with tears in my eyes. He looks away as my words hurt him. “How could you do that? Why not just kill him if you were so worried, I would leave you?” Not to put ideas into his head or anything…