“I meant these walls,” CK says, indicating the bedroom. “I cannot have a single thing happen to you or our baby. I know he will protect you both with his last breath.” He gives me a pointed look and I know he has assumed, rightly, that Fredrick already knows about the baby. I don’t deny it. He will know I am lying, so I just nod dumbly.
“Perhaps you should call Remiel back from the Dragon Realms?” he also suggests with a raised eyebrow.
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “Delinda only just went back and I am not leaving her alone there. Dracul is…his notions are not in line with mine.” I frown as this tears at me. I am powerless to stop her from going now. She is practically a woman in her own right, and she wants to be there. She is headstrong and there is no stopping her once she has made up her mind, and as for Dracul, well, I wasn’t powerful enough even when I was still a Dragon, never mind now.
“Very well,” he says, having expected as much.
“Enough talking. I want you now,” I say coyly.
“As I want you, my sweet. Always and forever.”
It is sometime later that I rouse from my slumber. CK gave me a goodbye I will remember until he returns. I am aching in all the right places and it makes me smile as I remember him taking me again and again.
A knock at the door interrupts my thoughts and I stretch as Frederick enters.
The lust fires up in his eyes as he sees me naked and rumpled on the twisted sheets.
“Don’t,” he warns, his eyes on my nipples. “You might not like where it goes.”
“Try me,” I taunt, tweaking those nipples until they are two ripe buds aching to be in his mouth and between his teeth.
He growls at me. “You forget I am a male Vampire. I do not like to smell the scent of another male on my female.”
“Ugh,” I comment and roll my eyes at him. “You are no fun.” I climb out of bed and saunter past him with a seductive swing of my hips, just to rile him up a little bit more. As I pass him, he follows me with his eyes and then suddenly I am slammed up against the bathroom door, my breasts pressing into the hard wood, as Frederick’s hand snakes around to cup my slippery pussy. His other hand goes around my throat and he tilts my head back to expose my neck. He sinks his fangs into me, and I squirm with delight as his palm circles my pussy, pressing against my clit in the most delicious way.
“Ahh,” I cry out as he bites harder, causing me to shudder in his arms.
He slips two fingers inside me, pumps gently once, twice and then removes h
is hand and wipes his fingers on the cheek of my backside before he slaps me. Hard.
I squeak in indignation.
“I told you, you wouldn’t like it,” he rasps in my ear. “Go and shower.”
“Humph! I expect this behavior from him, not you,” I snarl, rubbing my arse that is still stinging and struggling out of his embrace.
“Don’t compare me to him,” he warns me darkly. “You know what I am.”
“I know who you are,” I spit at him, hating when he refers to himself in such a way. Then I open the bathroom door and slam it back in his surprised face. I am usually less punchy with him, but with CK leaving and now this display of macho bullshit, I am feeling less than agreeable.
“Aefre,” he calls out in a chilling tone that makes me shiver. “Don’t toy with me.”
Enraged, I fling the door back open and punch him in the face. His surprised gasp makes me smile. “You are the one being a dick,” I point out. “Now get in here and stop complaining.” I turn again and head directly for the shower. I will play my role in this charade, but he has to step up too.
He lets out a ferocious roar at my audacity and flashes up behind me to press me into the cold tiles. He turns the jets on, and the freezing cold water gushes out of the jet making me gasp and shiver as it drenches me.
“You bastard!” I cry out as he grabs the sponge and lathers up a bar of soap so vigorously it turns to mush in his hand.
“Ah!” I cry out again, but this time in indignation as the sponge goes between my legs and down my thighs, then around to my backside for good measure. He isn’t taking any chances. If he comes anywhere near my mouth with that thing, I will kill him. He spins me around and with a wicked smile he raises it to my face, knowing it will be the last straw.
“Try it,” I hiss at him.
But instead of the sponge, I get a mouthful of his tongue and that appeases me somewhat as he is the most amazing kisser. His tongue ardently pressing against mine distracts me and soon I am wrapping my legs around him, tearing at his heavy, sodden, black knee-length jacket.
“Christ,” I pant. “Must you insist on dressing like a fucking pirate?”
He laughs good-naturedly, knowing that I find his dress sense quite sexy in a nineteenth century swashbuckler kind of way. He shrugs off the coat and then I set to work on his fancy white shirt that is clinging to him under the freezing water.