please go down to my
office? Cole is sleeping.”
CK looks surprised. “He’s here? Sleeping?” He knows of my
insistence of sleeping alone. Unless I’m with him or Devon, of course.
I nod and I see the change in his face, “I see.” He looks
almost pained. I stare at him, dumbfounded. I have seen the many faces of my
sire. The usual three are arrogance, indifference and menace but this is one of
the rarest sights. The look of loss, sorrow, regret, love?
I inhale sharply and he adjusts his features to their usual
smug arrogance.
“We will discuss this in your office then. Come.” He holds
out his hand. I hesitantly take it and his strong fingers grasp mine tightly
and he teleports downstairs to my office. I really dislike the feeling. It’s
exactly how it sounds, popping out of and into existence. It’s also incredibly
lazy and tell him so.
He snorts derisively at my comment but chooses not to say
anything. He lets go of my hand and looks around. I know he admires this room.
All dark wood, resembling a gentlemen’s club. Every wall is floor to ceiling
books, most first editions. The window is floor to ceiling stained glass. My
huge desk sits square to the door, complete with ink blotter and green bankers
lamp. Two chairs sit in front of the desk. Expecting him to take one of those
he catches me by surprise when he walks round and sits in my chair behind the
desk. I glare at him, oh the nerve of this man, making me feel like a naughty
schoolgirl here to see the headmaster, in my own office no less! He is
infuriating. Knowing he has pissed me off he sits back and smirks as he lifts
his feet to place his immaculate Armani shoes on the desk, legs crossed at the
ankles. They would be immaculate, I think, as he never seems to walk anywhere.
Appraising him, I slowly let my gaze slide up from his feet, taking in his
beautifully cut navy blue suit, also Armani I note. My eyes move over his strong
hands folded casually in his lap, up his chest, focusing on his silk tie for a
moment, which I recognize as a gift from me. I teasingly send him random gifts
on Father’s Day. He pulls his face but I know he secretly loves it. Up my eyes
go to his broad shoulders, his long neck, over his strong jaw, lingering on his
perfectly sculpted mouth and eventually up to his dark eyes with flecks of
amber, that are now staring back at me with desire. “Like what you see?” he
asks.
“You know I do,” I breathe and his eyes darken as I drop my
gaze to his mouth and then back up to his eyes. He catches a breath. Thrilled
by his response to my appraisal I step forward, moving around the desk to stand
in front of him. I untie the belt of my robe and the soft silk falls away to
reveal my nakedness. Oh I want him right here, right now. I lose all reason
around him and he knows it. The feeling of guilt creeps over me and I’m taken
aback. Guilt is not an emotion I am used to dealing with, not for centuries. My
Vampire sneers at the emotion and then ignores it. She wants her sire and
nothing else matters. The sire in question lowers his feet off the desk and he
is not able to take his eyes off me.
“Oh Aefre,” he calls me by my real name drawing it out in a
Latinized version of Ai-vuh , “I have missed you.” The desire in his
voice is like honey and my nipples harden in response, as I narrow my eyes.
Inhaling sharply, he sits up and reaches out. His fingers clamp down on my
nipples and he tugs me forward by them until I am sitting astride him. He rolls
his fingers around and I inadvertently moan. I feel his erection pushing
against me and I become even more aroused. He slowly lowers his mouth to start
sucking gently. Sliding his tongue over the peak, deliberately teasing me. I
push my hands into his soft, dark hair pulling him closer to me. He knows what
I want and I wonder vaguely if he will give it to me. He pulls back and drops
his fangs and I squirm in anticipation. Clamping down again on my nipple he
bites sharply and suckles
office? Cole is sleeping.”
CK looks surprised. “He’s here? Sleeping?” He knows of my
insistence of sleeping alone. Unless I’m with him or Devon, of course.
I nod and I see the change in his face, “I see.” He looks
almost pained. I stare at him, dumbfounded. I have seen the many faces of my
sire. The usual three are arrogance, indifference and menace but this is one of
the rarest sights. The look of loss, sorrow, regret, love?
I inhale sharply and he adjusts his features to their usual
smug arrogance.
“We will discuss this in your office then. Come.” He holds
out his hand. I hesitantly take it and his strong fingers grasp mine tightly
and he teleports downstairs to my office. I really dislike the feeling. It’s
exactly how it sounds, popping out of and into existence. It’s also incredibly
lazy and tell him so.
He snorts derisively at my comment but chooses not to say
anything. He lets go of my hand and looks around. I know he admires this room.
All dark wood, resembling a gentlemen’s club. Every wall is floor to ceiling
books, most first editions. The window is floor to ceiling stained glass. My
huge desk sits square to the door, complete with ink blotter and green bankers
lamp. Two chairs sit in front of the desk. Expecting him to take one of those
he catches me by surprise when he walks round and sits in my chair behind the
desk. I glare at him, oh the nerve of this man, making me feel like a naughty
schoolgirl here to see the headmaster, in my own office no less! He is
infuriating. Knowing he has pissed me off he sits back and smirks as he lifts
his feet to place his immaculate Armani shoes on the desk, legs crossed at the
ankles. They would be immaculate, I think, as he never seems to walk anywhere.
Appraising him, I slowly let my gaze slide up from his feet, taking in his
beautifully cut navy blue suit, also Armani I note. My eyes move over his strong
hands folded casually in his lap, up his chest, focusing on his silk tie for a
moment, which I recognize as a gift from me. I teasingly send him random gifts
on Father’s Day. He pulls his face but I know he secretly loves it. Up my eyes
go to his broad shoulders, his long neck, over his strong jaw, lingering on his
perfectly sculpted mouth and eventually up to his dark eyes with flecks of
amber, that are now staring back at me with desire. “Like what you see?” he
asks.
“You know I do,” I breathe and his eyes darken as I drop my
gaze to his mouth and then back up to his eyes. He catches a breath. Thrilled
by his response to my appraisal I step forward, moving around the desk to stand
in front of him. I untie the belt of my robe and the soft silk falls away to
reveal my nakedness. Oh I want him right here, right now. I lose all reason
around him and he knows it. The feeling of guilt creeps over me and I’m taken
aback. Guilt is not an emotion I am used to dealing with, not for centuries. My
Vampire sneers at the emotion and then ignores it. She wants her sire and
nothing else matters. The sire in question lowers his feet off the desk and he
is not able to take his eyes off me.
“Oh Aefre,” he calls me by my real name drawing it out in a
Latinized version of Ai-vuh , “I have missed you.” The desire in his
voice is like honey and my nipples harden in response, as I narrow my eyes.
Inhaling sharply, he sits up and reaches out. His fingers clamp down on my
nipples and he tugs me forward by them until I am sitting astride him. He rolls
his fingers around and I inadvertently moan. I feel his erection pushing
against me and I become even more aroused. He slowly lowers his mouth to start
sucking gently. Sliding his tongue over the peak, deliberately teasing me. I
push my hands into his soft, dark hair pulling him closer to me. He knows what
I want and I wonder vaguely if he will give it to me. He pulls back and drops
his fangs and I squirm in anticipation. Clamping down again on my nipple he
bites sharply and suckles
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