Forever (The Forever series Book One) (4 page)

Finally we get to the third floor. Most of the top floor is
my bedroom, bathrooms, and a sitting room that also functions as an office. I
have never been more grateful to be opening my bedroom door in my life.

Once inside, Cole takes in his surroundings. My bedroom is
out of a history book.

Frescoes on the ceiling, deep red plush carpet, dark wood
furniture, a massive marble fireplace underneath a 60" plasma screen TV
(okay, so that part isn't exactly historic) and the
pièce de résistance
,
my bed: a king-size canopy, four-poster handmade and hand carved out of
mahogany with intricate detail, with deep red silk sheets to match the carpet
and mountains of pillows.

"Wow!" Cole murmurs again. "This is
perfect." He smiles down at me and I can't hold back any longer. I pull
him to me by his shirt and he crushes his lips to mine as his hands move up and
tug on my loose hair. Groaning into my mouth, he moves one hand to the back of
my neck and the other further down, trailing a soft finger down my arm. His
touch sends me into heaven and I want more, so much more of his hands on me. I
pull away and turn around, holding my long hair out of the way, in silent
question for him to unhook the bustier. I feel his hands reaching up and slowly
unhook the top. He leans down and kisses my shoulder softly. Slowly, so slowly,
he unhooks the next one and kisses my other shoulder.
Oh God
, I cry out
in my head, there are twelve of the damn things! Torturously slow he makes his
way down to the final hook. I am wet beyond belief and just want to unleash my
Vampire dominance on him. I hold back though, wanting him to take the lead.

Bottom hook still clasped, he turns me around to face him.
My breasts are falling free and his eyes widen in appreciation. Reaching around
my back he unhooks the last tether and the bustier falls already forgotten to
the floor and my breasts are in his hands, his strong fingers tweaking my
nipples into two hard points. He is sending sensation after sensation to my now
soaking wet pussy. Oh God, what this man does to me.

He leans down and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking
hard and grazing me with his teeth. I think I am going to come right there and
then, when he stops. "Take my shirt off, we seem to have a clothing ratio
problem," he says huskily.

I mentally swoon but do as he asks.

Reaching up I just as slowly undo his top button. Two can
play at this game, I smile seductively as I lean forward and kiss him at the
base of his throat. Lingering a moment, I inhale deeply feeling his pulse beat
against my lips. My fangs aching again to descend, I hastily pull away and undo
another button. I kiss his chest and his breath quickens. Closing his eyes
against the pleasure he's feeling, another button gets undone. Another kiss
lower. Only two more to go. Sinking to my knees in front of him, he gasps. His
erection is right in front of my face. Brushing my lips against the fabric I
feel him twitch and he groans softly.

"Please,” he whispers.

Oh no, you started this. I take great delight in taking my
time as I reach up for the penultimate button. I kiss his bulge and this time
he grabs my hands, pushing them away. He grabs the folds of his shirt and rips
the final button away. Dropping to his knees, hands in my hair, down my back,
on my breasts. He can't get enough of me, nor I him. My hands are exploring him
every bit as thoroughly and I like what I am feeling. Reaching his waistband, I
move to undo his pants just as his hands slip into the waist of my skirt. He
grabs my arse and hesitates slightly at the knowledge I am not wearing any
panties.

"Oh baby," he whispers against my lips. I stand up
now and let him pull my skirt down to puddle at my feet. I step out and kick it
away. "Your turn," I say softly.

He stands and lets his pants drop to the floor. He kicks
them away copying my move. He's going commando as well, I note with delight.
Dropping back to my knees now with nothing hindering me, I close my mouth over
the tip of his very impressive cock. He inhales sharply and pushes his hands
into my hair. Careful to keep my fangs retracted, I slowly move my mouth down
him and back up, rolling my tongue over the tip.

"Stop,” he urges, "I don't want to come, not
yet."

Well I don't want him to either so I stop but stay where I
am. He pulls me up by my shoulders until I am standing then bends down and
sweeps me off my feet into his well-defined arms. Cradling me, he moves to the
bed and gently lays me down.

Oh wow! My brain is trying to get around the concept of slow
and gentle love making, rather than the hard and fast, no holds barred fuck I
am partial to. Not with him though, I want this to last as long as possible.

Moving to the bottom of the bed, he spreads my legs and
lowers his mouth to my hot, wet pussy. A fire shoots up my body and I moan with
pure pleasure.

"Oh baby, you're so wet,” he murmurs against my clit
and I squirm on the silk sheets, further into his face and he responds with his
tongue thrusting against me. Slowly sliding two fingers inside me, I just can't
hold it back any longer. I come, hard and loudly as waves of ecstasy roll
through me. Delighted with my response, Cole raises himself over me and kisses
me deeply. I taste myself on him and I lap at his lips, which excites him
further.

"Now baby,” I say to him looking into his now lighter
blue eyes.

He hesitates. Frowning I stare pointedly at him. Surely he's
not having second thoughts at this point in the proceedings?

"I..." he stops unsure, "I want to feel you,
all of you. I want to feel how wet and hot you are."

Is he actually asking me if he has to wear a condom? I
almost laugh but stop myself remembering he is human and I am most definitely not!
No diseases or unwanted pregnancies here! Taking pity on him, I whisper,
"I'm clear and on the pill."

Looking relieved that he didn't have to say the words out
loud, "I am too. Clear that is." He smiles that gorgeous smile at me
and kisses me, repairing some of the cold water damage caused by our sidebar.

I feel myself responding to him and tilt my hips up in
invitation. This time he doesn't hesitate and eases himself into me with slow,
deliberate movements. I gasp as his enormous cock enters me, spreading my legs
wide for him.

"Oh, you feel so good, so wet," he whispers almost
to himself. He feels amazing. He stretches me wide as he pushes further into
me. We find a rhythm quickly and move in complete sync. My dominant Vampire
self wants to ride him. I wrap my legs around him and roll us over so I’m
straddling him, pushing him deeper into me. He puts his hands on my hips to
steady me. Not that I need it but let him anyway enjoying his touch. Rocking my
hips back and forth, I can feel his heart speeding up and I want to feed. I bet
he tastes like heaven, I think, as I feel my fangs desperately trying to make
an appearance. Snapping them back I concentrate on the stirring deep inside me.
I speed up, pumping up and down on him needing the release. He wants it
desperately too.

"Oh baby, I'm ready," and with that said I explode
around him. The force of my orgasm bringing forth his own. He groans loudly,
"Oh, Liv," as he thrusts higher into me. I feel him go still and I
collapse onto his chest listening to his racing heart.

"Fuck," He says in almost amazement.

I smile into his chest. Yes, I am that good. Or rather, I'd
say we are that good together.

"Fuck,” He says again quieter. "That was...
fuck," apparently lost for words. Always a good sign.

"Amazing?" I offer up, "Perfect? Unbelievably
mind-shattering?"

"All of the above," he states. "I've never,
ever felt that way before," he confesses, although he is clearly no
stranger to the sack.

Because you've never been with me, a Vampire, before, I want
desperately to say but bite my tongue.

"Me either," I say instead. Rather familiar with
the sack myself, this is not entirely true, but not quite a lie either. It was
amazing as far as Vampire/human sex goes. Imagine what it would be like if I
turned him? Brushing that interesting but totally out of the question thought
aside, I roll off him. Snuggling into his side with my arm draped over his
chest. Not a snuggly sleeper by any stretch of the imagination, this catches me
by surprise. Usually I would be thinking up excuses for him to leave. Realizing
I don't want him to leave unnerves me. Glancing at the clock, 1:00 glares back
at me.

"Will you stay?" I ask tentatively, surprised even
more with myself.

"Yes," he answers immediately and I relax a
little. Tracing circles on his chest with my nail, we lie in a companionable
silence. I don't sleep much. The older we get the less sleep we need. I get by
on three hours or less a night. He fingers my bracelet, twirling each charm in
turn but not really noticing them.

A thought occurs to me and I ask, “Are you thirsty?”

He laughs, “Very.”

“Water or wine?”

“Both please. In that order.”

“Done.” I leap out of bed reaching for my robe. I wouldn’t
normally bother, having no problems with nudity, especially my own, but it may
raise questions when I do finally tell him about Devon.

“Be right back,” I tell him, “don’t move.” I give him a
light kiss.

“I couldn’t even if I wanted to,” he murmurs with a glint in
his eye.

Smiling to myself all the way down to the bar I find myself
again surprised at how he makes me feel. The last human who made my blood boil
at this level and made me giggle was Fraser. That unwelcomed thought jolts me
back to my surroundings. Pushing it aside I collect two glasses and a bottle of
chilled Sauvignon Blanc and place it on a tray with two bottles of water.

I feel a tingle on the back of my neck. Devon.

“What, you haven’t kicked him out yet?” comes a surprised
question from the darkness of the terrace. “This is... new.” He saunters in
glistening wet from a midnight swim.

I cast an appreciative glance over his hot, wet body. “He’s
staying,” I reply shortly.

Devon raises an eyebrow at me but has the good sense not to
comment.

“I need to get back upstairs,” I say, picking up the tray.

“Okay, Kitten,” he half teases me, giving me a quick kiss on
the forehead. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Devon.”

He knows something is different, that something has changed
in me. A few hours ago I would have kicked my lover out and before the door
even hit his arse on the way out, I would have been ripping at him on the
floor, while we fucked until dawn. I feel his eyes on me as I walk upstairs.

“You’re going to tell him aren’t you?” he asks softly and I
turn around. “You cannot tell him,” he says as I say nothing.

“I haven’t thought about it,” I say.

“Liv, sweetie, I know you, you have but you can’t. You’ve
known him five minutes. You don’t know how he will react. Just don’t.” He looks
at me helplessly.

“I think I love him, Dev.”

“You barely know him and you know Constantine will freak,
which means The Council will freak. Hell, Cole will freak! It's not so easy
now,” he falters.

“I haven’t decided yet,” I insist. “But I can handle CK and
I will deal with whatever happens. Baby it’s been 267 years since I fell in
love like this. Please understand. I need you of all people to understand,” I
beg quietly as I put the tray down.

“Oh Elizabeth,” he murmurs. “I do understand. Just think
about what you are doing. Just promise me, you won’t rush into this
revelation.” He sounds so serious. My darling boy, always the fun one, up for
anything. At a moment's loss I finally stammer, “I won’t, I promise.” He pulls
me forward and kisses my forehead. “Good girl,” he murmurs.

Turning from him, I pick up the tray with a lot on my mind
now.

Cole is waiting patiently for me as I return, not having
moved an inch. He grins at me.

“Good boy,” I praise chucking down the tray on an end
table.  Peeling off my robe, I grab a bottle of water and uncapping it I take a
deep drink. Slowly I crawl over him, brushing my nipples against his thighs,
stomach and chest. I attach my mouth to his releasing the water into his mouth.
Groaning, he swallows and grips my head in place as kisses me, biting my lips,
which incidentally, drives me wild – although at this moment he will never know
just how much.

“More,” he rasps.

Happy to oblige I retrieve the bottle and proceed to quench
his thirst. Down to the last few mouthfuls, I say “Open up” and as he does, I
pour the contents waterfall style into his mouth, lapping up the spillage with
great relish.

“Sorry,” I apologize. “I couldn’t help myself”.

Suddenly intense he grips my chin in his hand, “Never
apologize for being you.”

I smile, cautious of the seriousness of his tone. I get up
to fetch the other bottle of water practically ripping the cap off, I hand it
to him, distracted.

He doesn’t know me, not the real me. And that bothers me.
Would he understand? Not be afraid? Accept me?

“Liv?” He touches me. I blink, brought back to the present.
“Where’d you go baby?” he asks quietly.

“Just tired, I guess. Been a long day.” I smile.

Glancing at the clock, now glaring 2:00 he sighs, “Yeah. We
should catch some sleep.”

Knowing sleep won’t come to me for another couple of hours,
I still crawl onto the bed next to him. He pulls me close and I lean my head on
his chest. Listening to his heart beating rhythmically I fall into a bit of a
daze.  I come to when I realize my fangs are down and my Vampire is ready for
biting. Bolting upright, I notice that thankfully Cole is fast asleep. So
careless, I scold myself, you are acting like a newbie with no self-control.
Careful not to wake him, I crawl out of bed, the clock glares 4:00. Shit! I
slept with him for two hours. What’s going on with me? Picking up the robe and
the now warm bottle of wine (ugh) and a glass, I head out to the balcony,
situated off the sitting room. I discard the robe in the sitting room,
preferring to be naked. It is high enough up to see the ocean crashing to the
shore. So peaceful here in the dead of night. Alone. I pour a glass of the tepid
wine and sit back to reflect. Taking a deep sip I shake my head at myself. Not
only am I acting like a schoolgirl, but also, and more importantly, I am not
acting like a Vampire. A Master Vampire at that. But right now, with him... he
makes me lose myself in him. I do love him, I know that now, but no good can
come of me telling him. Can it? But I know if we are to be together, I have to.
Again my thoughts return to my sweet, dead, mortal husband Fraser, only to be
quickly quashed.